After ten years of pirates, awaken the lottery system

"Sometimes you will lose yourself if you care too much about other people's feelings. Your righteousness is not useful to anyone."

"What is the meaning of living a life of oneself? Why don't you share your insights with me." Quinn did not refute after hearing this, but said in another way.

Mihawk was speechless for a moment, and he didn't know what to say to refute the other party.

He yearns for an unrestrained life. Changing a ruler in this world is not a big or small matter to him, and it is not even within his scope of concern.

Appreciating Quinn is one thing, but working with him is another. Now he just wants to wait quietly, waiting for the person who can defeat him to appear.

"I don't know what your past is like, but if the meaning of your life is to constantly challenge and wait to be challenged, then I can only say that this kind of life is too boring."

"You don't have to provoke me. For me, a qualified opponent is rare in this life and is much more interesting than conspiracy and calculation."

Quinn smiled bitterly upon hearing this, "You are a pure strong man, a person who loves his own strength."

"You don't have to pay for others, it's your duty. In fact, at some moments I was curious about why I did those things." Quinn looked at him with a deep look, "I didn't see it all clearly until I reached this position. , The strong will never be lonely. What makes you lonely is that you are fundamentally pursuing the wrong path."

"Are you questioning my enthusiasm for swordsmanship?" Mihawk's eyes became sharper when he heard this, and there was a slight chill when he looked at Quinn.

"How about treating me as your opponent?" Quinn suddenly said.

"You don't know how to use a sword." Mihawk flatly refused.

"You're running away."

"Ok?"

The two looked at each other, and a fierce eye battle broke out.

"You are avoiding a real problem, which is how to reject my request." Quinn's words were aggressive, "Why don't you want to fight with me?"

"I have fought against countless strong men in my life, but Shanks is the only one who can match me in the way of swordsmanship. Fighting against people who are not pure enough in swordsmanship will only make me feel bored." Mihawk said calmly, Quinn is a strong man. That's right, but in his eyes, those who master the supreme swordsmanship are enough to be admired.

"Hawkeye Mihawk is really a tough guy." Quinn suddenly smiled, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"I know you like to live alone, but you don't mind making friends, right?"

"I said I won't help you, so don't bother." Mihawk refused.

"Ah."

Light laughter rang out, and Quinn put away his smile and said in a low voice: "As long as you win with a sword, that's enough, right?"

"Oh?" Mihawk suddenly showed interest when he heard this, and glanced at the other party's empty waist, as if expecting what weapon the other party would bring out.

"Nami, lend me your knife."

Nami, who had been watching below, heard the words and ducked into the air, decisively throwing the Wu Tianxing in her hand over.

Quinn steadily caught the uniquely lustrous Wutianxing, and Nami's careful decoration made her look more in line with the other person's aesthetics.

"Zheng-"

The sharp blade came out of its sheath, bringing with it a faint electric current.

The sky darkened for a moment, and little flashes of lightning flashed behind the clouds.

Mihawk just took a quick look and could tell that Quinn didn't know anything about swordsmanship, and he immediately lost interest.

"You can't even hold a sword properly. How can you talk about swordsmanship?"

"Have you ever heard of one force reducing ten kai? Forget it, even if you think about it, you don't understand."

With a faint smile on her lips, Quinn threw the scabbard to Nami and her arm shook violently.

"laugh--"

The air chose to freeze at this moment. If it was conscious, it would hurriedly avoid this strong current.

"It's said to be a knife, but it's inseparable from the fruit's ability." Although Mihawk was sarcastic, his hand was already on the knife behind his back.

"Tell me your name." Quinn knew how to act as a knight, and his sonorous and powerful voice suddenly filled the ears of others, which immediately filled their hearts with enthusiasm.

"Interesting." The corners of Mihawk's mouth raised slightly and he said in a deep voice, "Joracor Mihawk is a swordsman who is keen on challenging strong men."

At this moment, he was no longer the world's greatest swordsman, as if he had returned to his former role as a challenger, and the long-lost throb filled his heart.

"I studied under Pluto Rayleigh and am good at opening and closing. This is my ultimate way." Quinn finished his words and rushed out in an instant.

"The Way of the Ultimate? Interesting swordsmanship." Mihawk put away his contempt. What he had to face might be the strongest opponent in his life.

Although the opponent was not in the category of swordsman at all, he didn't mind being a challenger and once again picking up the passion to fight against the powerful enemy.

"clang--"

Black knife and Wu Tianxing collide, and the battle between strong men can often tell the difference in just a moment.

Mihawk easily found Quinn's weakness in swordsmanship, but was severely suppressed by the opponent's domineering entanglement and found it difficult to save within a certain range.

"What an exciting force. You have my approval!" A high-pitched voice came from his mouth, and the long-lost emotions made his head spin.

"Don't say such ridiculous things." Quinn grinned. This was his first time fighting with a master of swordsmanship. He would definitely be able to find a way to make progress.

"Sure enough, it is the ultimate way. Every move carries an unrivaled offensive power. Substituting offense for defense is the essence of this swordsmanship."

Mihawk is worthy of the title of the best in the world, and his understanding of swordsmanship has exceeded the understanding of most people.

Exquisite swordsmanship requires sufficient strength as the basis, and Mihawk happens to be in this way.

Different from Peach Rabbit's unpredictable swordsmanship, Mihawk is obviously better at one-hit kill moves. Every time he swings a sword, he can always force Quinn to withdraw his defense.

"I underestimated people too much. You deserve the title of No. [-] in the world." Quinn swung another knife as he spoke, deliberately restraining his fruitful abilities to be gorgeous but unrealistic.

The electric light caused by the sword's light resounded in the air, and the black sword collided with it, emitting a dazzling light.

After all, swordsmanship is also a type of power system. In the face of absolute power, even Mihawk must seriously use his domineering power to deal with it.

The mast of the ship was shattered in an instant, and the force spread to the ground, exploding into bursts of gunpowder smoke.

Fortunately, the two of them were getting farther and farther away. One relied on his ability to stay in the air, while the other showed his flexibility by running through water and stepping on trees.

At the restaurant, Zhepu was anxiously instructing his chefs to move the stunned guests into the cabin. A competition of this level could kill them if it happened casually.

Zoro, who had recovered a lot under the care of Sanji and others, stared blankly at the two fighting in the distance, and couldn't help but look confused.

The power of Quinn and Mihawk has reached an insurmountable level, which puts pressure on him and also prompts him to continue to improve.

Nami leaned on the railing of the boat with a worried expression. Even though she knew that Quinn was powerful, she would subconsciously worry.

This has nothing to do with trust or distrust. The worry from the heart is difficult to contain. This may be the consequence of the relationship deteriorating.