One Piece: Mandala Swordsman

Chapter 83 Nobody should try to take this talented guy from me.

"Hehehe, it seems my paradise has received some uninvited guests, a little brat and a red-nosed guy? Those zombies should be enough to keep them occupied, right? No, we can't be careless. The zombie that the little brat knocked down hasn't gotten back up."

Moonlight Moria didn't want to pay attention to these uninvited guests. In his opinion, driving them away or killing them was far less important than creating zombies.

"Please spare me, no!!!"

Even the most ruthless pirates are nothing more than fragile lives in the face of greater evil. In his eyes, Moria, with a scalpel in his left hand and scissors in his right, is a death god. In the darkness, his already ferocious face appears even more grotesque and terrifying, especially since his hands are stained with thick blood, which drips onto the floor and congeals into blood flowers, creating a cruel kind of beauty.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I just want your shadow. But as a price, you'll live in darkness for the rest of your life and never see the sunlight again. Hehehe, but it's okay. From now on, the bright moonlight will accompany you. No, it will be your whole life." After saying that, Moria ignored the pirate's pleas, grabbed his head, lifted his body, and placed it under the dim, huge lamp.

"No, no..." Her voice was already trembling with tears, and her limbs were struggling, but her body, which had been beaten so badly that it could not offer much resistance. The more she struggled, the more painful it became.

So he could only watch helplessly as his shadow left his body, and his consciousness grew increasingly blurred. In the instant he lost consciousness, Moria was still laughing wildly, his eyes filled with madness.

This must be what they call hell.

……

"This must be what they call hell."

Rotting arms or stitched-up bodies kept emerging from the soil, accompanied by the stench of decay, creating a real-life version of Resident Evil.

Even Roman found it very difficult.

God knows how many people Moria killed and how many pirates he captured. Although they were just small fry, the constant stream of troops was indeed a headache.

Besides, there's someone else around who's causing trouble.

"Why are there so many zombies, kid? I'll never let you go, even if I die."

"Even though your whole body is floating in the air, you're still so arrogant. From the moment we started, those zombies were all attacking me, okay?" Roman kicked away the outstretched hand with brute force and slashed at the zombie that was about to attack her with a slash. Her mouth didn't stop either. Although these things were troublesome, she could still handle them.

Because Bucky's feet were tied to her body, her levitation state was almost fully activated.

Zombies without flight control abilities obviously couldn't catch Bucky, so the target naturally fell to Roman.

Seeing the ever-increasing numbers, Roman's patience finally ran out. Her target was Moria, not these grunts. If she expended too much effort here, her chances of winning would probably be even lower.

Since we're on an island, it doesn't seem easy to use the salt. The only option is to beat them to the point where they can't even stand up.

It seems we'll have to get serious a bit more involved.

A storm emanated from Roman's sword, black Armament Haki covering the entire blade and condensing the wind into a ball.

It's a pity that it's nighttime now, and the land breeze blowing from the land to the sea is currently controlling the night. Otherwise, by utilizing the power of nature, its power would be even greater.

After silently lamenting for a while, Roman used the domineering aura of the blade to continuously compress the wind.

"Hey, Bucky, hold on to that big tree with all your might, don't let go. No, it should be fine, after all, your foot is still with me. I should be able to find you within a 200-meter radius. Now I'll do my best to get on the ground."

Bucky visibly panicked: "Kid, don't act on your own. What kind of trouble are you up to now?"

Then, to his astonishment, he discovered that the surrounding air seemed to be compressed, making it difficult for him to breathe. Had the air disappeared? No, it was as if all the air was rushing to the girl's knife.

How exactly did they manage to do that?

Long ago, Roman wondered if Armament Haki could grasp the body of a Logia-type elemental being, could it also grasp the power of true nature?

And it was proven to be possible through several practices.

Now, the domineering aura emanating from her blade has captured the wind and is constantly compressing it.

The air pressure began to become uneven, causing the surrounding air to rush to her side.

Anyway, there was nothing else that could move around except for zombies.

As for Buggy, he shouldn't die from having difficulty breathing for a few minutes, right? Buggy should be able to overcome this difficulty, after all, he's a member of the Pirate King's crew.

At that moment, Roman heartlessly ignored Bucky, whose face had turned blue from difficulty breathing.

"Damn it... brat." Bucky, already annoyed and rolling his eyes, used the last of his strength to curse Roman.

One-Sword Style ~ Wind Slayer.

The raging wind, like a deadly dagger, displayed its ferocity and sharpness. Violent vibrations emanated from the air, and the sudden change in air pressure caused people to drift uncontrollably.

The ensuing storm, like a terrifying killer, swept over the already withered bodies of the zombies, tearing them apart, destroying them, and even twisting them into cruel pretzel shapes.

The violent force ripped the ground apart, sweeping up zombies that hadn't yet appeared into the air, allowing them to enjoy the thrill of their bodies being shattered.

The air was filled with tiny, broken fingers, mutilated bodies, and gray-black bandages. If there were a touch of red blood and painful screams, it would be enough to make even the most depraved serial killer feel aroused.

Thankfully, no. Roman didn't think he was that twisted. The stench of decay had also disappeared due to the storm.

Those who become zombies not only have no blood, but they also cannot feel basic pain.

However, the moment their bodies shatter, they completely lose their ability to fight.

"Not bad," Roman exclaimed with satisfaction, looking at the land that had almost completely altered the terrain.

Incidentally, Buggy was also torn to pieces, but as mentioned before, since he is a Devil Fruit user who can cut to pieces, he is relatively unharmed.

"Hey, kid, what did you just do..."

With his powerful vitality, Bucky quickly regained consciousness. Just as he was about to yell at Roman, he saw a piece of land that had been completely transformed.

"You made this?" Bucky's mouth was agape in astonishment, big enough to fit a huge steak.

"Yes."

"Are you a monster, you little brat?" Bucky said, then realized it was inappropriate and quickly covered his mouth.

"I'll take it as a compliment. Was there anything else you wanted to say about me?"

"No, no, no, it's true that heroes emerge from among the young."

Bucky quickly shook his head in denial.

They say that those who know when to yield are the heroes, and today, I, your humble servant, am determined to be one of those heroes.