177 : The Ordeal Of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma... May 2026

The fog began to lift, revealing the path forward. The ordeal was over, but the war for the sky had only just begun.

With a flick of Ohm’s wrist, the Eisen Whip lashed out. It didn't just strike; it curved, defying physics, weaving through the existing mesh of barbed wire to trap Zoro in a collapsing sphere of metal. 177 : The Ordeal of Iron! White Barbed Death Ma...

The thick, sulfuric mist of the Ordeal of Iron didn't just obscure vision; it tasted like pennies and old blood. The fog began to lift, revealing the path forward

"You call this an ordeal?" Zoro grunted, the hilt of Shusui heavy in his hand. He adjusted his bandana, his single eye tracking the slight shimmer of the wires. "Back home, we just call this a bad neighborhood." It didn't just strike; it curved, defying physics,

The sparks lit up the fog like dying stars. Zoro felt the bite of the barbs—thin, stinging slices across his shoulders. The iron was fast, guided by Ohm’s "Mantra," predicting Zoro’s every breath.

"The thing about iron," Zoro said, sheathing his swords as the Priest of Skypiea collapsed into the clouds, "is that it eventually meets someone harder."