Pokémon Ball Across One Piece World

In addition to the chaos on the eastern Ghost Island, there is an unknown cemetery not far from the Ghost Island. At this time, Sauron broke into the cemetery alone and was walking.

"Very dense explosions...what happened over there?" Zoro frowned. He heard an inexplicable explosion in an ancient residential area not far away and stopped to think.

It looked like he was thinking about something serious, but in fact he was feeling restless and restless.

This is the restlessness that comes from not being able to distinguish between east, west and north.

so now……

Where should he go to find Luffy and the others? (Zauron, the road-crazy, will definitely be online.)

"Huhuhu..."

It was obviously just a cemetery, but the dark wind blew inexplicably at this moment, giving Zoro a chill on his neck.

"There is a situation..."

Although he has not yet awakened his Haki, the six senses he is born with as a swordsman can also allow him to detect that something is wrong with the surrounding environment.

He remained silent, only moving his lips slightly and mumbling.

"Someone..."

"call out!"

Southwest!

"Chong!"

Zoro moved his ears slightly, and instantly pulled out Yukizao to block the sudden incoming sharp object. The sharp sound of metal vibrated Zoro's eardrums, and Zoro squinted his eyes in shock. The reason was that what jumped away was just a piece of iron.

"Clap!"

While Sauron was stunned, a man in kimono, wrapped like a mummy, pulled out a long black knife from his waist and walked towards Sauron.

"Is that...a zombie too...or a swordsman?"

Sauron narrowed his eyes, drew out three swords at once, and looked at this strange man warily.

During the confrontation between the two sides, Sauron decided to test the waters.

"Old Wasteland - Second Level of Tornado of Troubles!"

Cyan gas surrounded the three swords. Sauron jumped up and struck with his hands, and the huge blade carried cyan gas waves to attack the weirdo from the air.

"The air sword skill... is interesting... Wakoku-Marubi!"

The cold voice came out, with a hint of surprise, no longer boring.

And the weirdo suddenly shook the black long knife, and a black air wave was also shot out from the shadows, which collided with Sauron's sword wave in the air, causing a "crack" sound to break through the air.

"Air sword skills?!"

Sauron was taken aback.

No...that's Wakoku-Marubi...

It represents the inheritance of one of Wano's ancient sword skills.

Although Sauron didn't know who this man was, half of that man's soul returned to his true form because of Wen Ke's summoning medal.

This man is Ryoma, the swordsman of Wano Country...

It's a pity that I only have half a soul...

And is still influenced by the shadow of musician Brooke.

"Old Wasteland—Giant Eagle Wave!"

Zoro was armed with three swords. At this time, his mind was sharp and he quickly analyzed the man in front of him. From the exchange of moves just now, it can be seen that this mummy swordsman can also use air swordsmanship, which shows that his strength is not bad.

"Yes, you are studying me..." Ryoma didn't know what kind of emotion he was feeling. No matter what Sauron did, he always felt calm in his eyes.

"Heguo-Yudu!"

The dragon horse stepped on the wooden clogs at a fast enough speed. The sword in his hand struck down, and the wind was so strong that the surrounding graveyards were almost stirred up.

It is so powerful that it can destroy all the incoming waves of giant eagles.

"Heguo-Huadu Manchu!"

Ryoma struck again, still using one of Wano's ancient sword skills. The speed of the sword was almost as fast as lightning, causing Zoro to retreat continuously. The three swords were armed with weapons, and the gas of the wilderness path lingered throughout his body, making Zoro almost invulnerable.

The autumn water in Ryoma's hand can also scatter like flowers in one second and slash, and the high-density slashes are getting faster and faster, even reaching the speed of five to seven swords per second.

"Clang clang clang..."

It was strange that the other party was not domineering, and the aura of the mummified body seemed to be constantly disordered. He obviously held nothing but a famous sword, and Zoro felt depressed in his heart.

The momentum of the sword also represents part of the swordsman's strength.

Compared to Ryoma, an antique who is over a hundred years old, Zoro is still in a weak stage.

Liang Daoxuezao withstood dozens of high-intensity slashes, and the luster of the blade became darker and darker. The material of the blade body began to collapse from the inside along with the structure...

"Crack..."

The sound of broken metal...

Ryoma put away his sword and took three steps back to distance himself.

"Crack... bang!"

This sound broke Zoro's mind.

At this time, he witnessed with his own eyes that Liang Daoxue was broken into pieces and fell to the ground.

Sauron was shocked at first, and then there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes. Since he made his fortune in the East China Sea, this sword has gone through too many years of adventure with him...

"Boy...this is just the beginning...death by knife, what a dangerous omen..." Although the bandage was wrapped around Ryoma's head and the shadow could not be seen clearly, he still possessed wisdom that was beyond ordinary people.

"Heguo - Mingzhan!"

One of the ancient sword skills of Wano Country...

The cold light of Qiushui's black sword fell away. Even though it was unarmed and blessed, it only relied on the swordsman's power to make the famous sword in his hand extremely powerful.

This time he slashed directly at Zoro.

"call out!"

"Two-sword style... 24 skill sword songs!"

Sauron's eyes flashed brightly, and he was like a lonely boat under the terrifying power of the sword, swaying in the storm, and the only two famous swords left in his hands spun and took advantage of the force.

"Boom...!"

A pit and ditch about three meters deep was formed when the autumn water fell, and Sauron jumped up with his two swords, but was severely scraped with a large piece of flesh on his chest by the aftermath of the autumn water.

"Pfft..."

The thick red color stimulated the blood-stained night.

Above the cemetery, the blood left by the autumn water in Longma's hands was dripping. The appearance of a bright red was so fresh to this gloomy world of death...

"Why don't you admit defeat yet...Swordsman!"

Ryoma's voice was steady, but the passage of time had made his original voice as withered as ancient wood.

It doesn’t count as twilight, but it may be considered twilight.

"Hmph! Swordsman... you are the second strongest swordsman I have ever met... I never thought that after Hawkeye, there would be such a master in a place like this..." Zoro was panting, sweat on his back through his coat.

"Why...are you scared?"

Although Ryoma's mouth was wrapped with a bandage, he seemed to be smiling. Of course, he was waiting for Zoro to surrender.

"Huh...Afraid? No...the scars left by this sword...are proof that the battles I have experienced will only make me stronger! Beyond...beyond the strongest..."

Sauron smiled instead of being angry, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. At this time, he held a knife in one hand, completely ignoring the dripping wounds on his chest, and stood upright, standing still like an ancient statue.

"Is it a duel of honor... You remind me of a person... a very good character... a swordsman... tell me... your name!"

Ryoma was silent, seeming to recall a certain powerful figure of his time, and his emotion that was as dry as a stagnant water was suddenly filled with a trace of regret and expectation.

"Swordsman of the East China Sea... Roronoa? Zoro!"

The left hand holds the Third Generation Kitetsu, and the right hand holds the Wadao Yizimon.

What a familiar scene...

"A warrior from the land of Wano... Ryoma..."

The eyes of the mummy under the cloth revealed an unknown purple light.

Exchanging names represents a kind of recognition from the swordsmen.

The fateful collision between swordsmen from the new generation and the old generation eventually turned into a battle of life and death.