Just then, an unprecedented aroma of wine, without any warning, wafted into his nostrils.
The scent was overbearing and potent, like a century-old vintage awakened in an instant. It wasn't just mellow like ordinary wine; instead, it carried a wild, fiery, scorching aura, as if one sip could make a person's soul ignite.
"Hmm?" Roronoa Zoro's single eye suddenly lit up.
This smell... that's it! This is what he had been searching for!
He immediately cast aside the presence of those small fry, his spirits lifted, and he strode towards this fatal temptation. Not long after, a clearing in the forest appeared before him. In the center of the clearing, a huge oak wine barrel sat quietly, its mouth slightly ajar, and the intoxicating aroma continuously emanated from it.
Roronoa Zoro's Adam's apple bobbed, and he quickly walked over. He wasn't entirely unprepared for a trap, but in the face of such an exquisite temptation, he chose to trust that his strength was sufficient to handle anything.
Just as his hand was about to touch the wine barrel, a sudden change occurred!
The ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked, and four large nets woven from Sea Prism Stone shot up from underground, swift as lightning, closing in on him from four directions! At the same time, dense whooshing sounds echoed from the surrounding treetops, as dozens of arrows, each with a miniature explosive shell tied to its tip, rained down like a deadly storm, sealing off all his escape routes!
This was a meticulously set, lethal trap!
However, facing this sudden deadly situation, Roronoa Zoro's expression didn't change in the slightest. He didn't even have the thought of drawing his swords.
"Om--" "Om--"
An invisible shockwave suddenly spread out from him! Haki! Pure Conqueror's Haki!
The flying arrows, at a distance of one meter from his body, seemed to hit an invisible wall, instantly freezing, then were shattered and scattered by an even stronger force, deviating from their original trajectories and embedding themselves into the surrounding soil and tree trunks, emitting a series of muffled explosions.
As for the four large Sea Prism Stone nets, which were strong enough to restrain Devil Fruit users, the moment they made contact with his body, Roronoa Zoro simply flexed his arms, his muscles bulging.
"Hah!"
His hands, wrapped in pitch-black Armament Haki, were like the sharpest blades, easily gripping the nets. With a harsh tearing sound, the incredibly tough Sea Prism Stone nets were torn into pieces by his bare hands!
As the smoke and dust cleared, Roronoa Zoro still stood in place, dusting off imaginary dust from his shoulders, his gaze coldly sweeping across the surrounding darkness.
"Hiding rats," his cold voice echoed through the forest, "Are you trying to tickle me with such boring tricks?"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen pirates, armed with swords and knives and with ferocious expressions, slowly emerged from the shadows of the forest. The leader was a tall, thin man with sinister eyes. His hands maintained a strange posture, as if he was maintaining some kind of ability, and the surrounding space appeared unrealistically distorted because of it.
He looked at the unharmed Roronoa Zoro, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by greed.
"As expected of 'Pirate Hunter' Roronoa Zoro... We, the remnants of the 'Void Pirate Group,' are here to challenge you!"
