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South China Sea.

Time goes back twenty minutes.

at this time.

Under the leadership of T. Penn, the Navy of the 1st Branch has just concluded a battle and completely wiped out a pirate group in the South China Sea whose total bounty for all members reached 1 million berries.

Just as they were about to head to their next destination and continue sweeping the pirate groups in the South China Sea, a navy man in charge of lookout on the warship suddenly reported to T. Penn.

"Captain Peng, it's a warship."

"A navy ship appeared about fifteen kilometers northeast of us."

“It looks very shabby.”

After hearing the report from his subordinates, T. Pengen immediately took a telescope from a lieutenant beside him and looked out.

A navy ship that was extremely dilapidated and even its sails were cut off came into view.

"This is a warship of the Grand Line's naval branch."

T Peng En took a closer look and immediately recognized it.

The warships of the Four Seas Branch and the Grand Line Branch are different.

Because the pirates that the Grand Line's naval branch needs to face are generally more powerful than the pirates faced by the Four Seas Branch, the ships they are equipped with are also more advanced.

Not only can it carry more troops and weapons, but the ship is also faster and has a stronger hull.

"what happened?"

"How could a naval ship from the Grand Line suddenly appear in the South China Sea, and in such a dilapidated state?"

“It was like running for my life.”

T Peng En looked at the dilapidated naval ship in the distance and frowned.

Just as he was about to order his men to move the warship over, a deep green light suddenly burst out, like an enormous sharp blade, piercing into his pupil through the telescope.

锵

puff

Under T. Peng's incredulous gaze, the dilapidated naval warship in his sight seemed to be covered by a huge light curtain, and then the entire warship was split into two and sank into the sea along with the many navy ships on board.

"That is, slash!"

"Moreover, this is not a slash released by an ordinary swordsman."

"He's a great swordsman."

T. Peng En's face changed drastically.

As a swordsman, even at a distance, he could recognize at a glance that it was the Slashing Wave that cut through the warship in his sight.

And it is a slashing wave that only a great swordsman can release.

Just as T. Peng En was shocked, as the warship in front was cut in half, a small boat that had been hidden by the warship suddenly came into his sight.

Along with it, there appeared a pair of eyes so sharp that just looking at each other, and at a distance of more than several kilometers, looking at each other through a telescope, could make people feel creepy.

"Navy Hunter."

"Joracol Mihawk."

When seeing those sharp eyes that chilled his heart to the bottom of his heart, a name immediately emerged from T. Pengen's mind.

"I see."

"My colleagues from the Grand Line are truly fleeing."

"No wonder you're in such a mess since you're being targeted by Joracle Mihawk."

After recognizing that the person sitting on the boat was Joracol Mihawk, T. Penn reacted immediately.

Why did the warships of the Grand Line Branch appear in the South China Sea, and they seemed to be fleeing? It turned out that they were really fleeing.

Behind the warship, someone was constantly chasing the warship and the navy on the deck.

Just like a hunter hunting his prey.

No.

It should be said that he is playing with his prey.

"Prepare the communications equipment."

"Contact Branch 1 immediately."

"Send back the news that Djorakol Mihawk appeared in the South Sea."

As a swordsman, T. Penn knew Jurakol Mihawk's strength better than anyone else.

Especially after being trained from time to time by Douglas Barrett, he had already mastered the entanglement hardening of Armament Haki early on, and his strength far exceeded that of his fight with Zoro in the original work.

Therefore.

The moment he made eye contact with Djorakol Mihawk, he saw clearly the huge gap between the two of them, which was called the gulf between heaven and earth.

Even if he was wearing the second generation battle suit, even if he was surrounded by a hundred marines wearing the first generation battle suit, they would not be a match for Djork Mihawk together.

Instead, they will be hunted one after another like prey targeted by hunters.

"Besides the Governor, only Mr. Barrett can handle a monster like this."

T. Penn had heard of Joracol Mihawk's deeds.

Even if a lieutenant general of our headquarters is targeted by it, it will be like an eagle in the sky targeting a small snake. After playing with it for a while and losing interest, it will kill it.

The headquarters even sent out a candidate for admiral to hunt down Jurakol Mihawk, but ultimately failed to capture him.

In T. Penn's opinion, even if you look at the entire world, only two people can deal with a great swordsman like Djorakol Mihawk.

Even in the Marine Headquarters, which is filled with monsters, there are no more than five people who can deal with Djoracle Mihawk.

"Ok?"

at this time.

On a small boat with a cross as a mast and a candle lit on each side of the front, Joracol Mihawk cut off the warship that had lost interest in chasing with a sword, and planned to put the black sword, no, not the black sword yet, but the sword of the night, back on his back.

But suddenly, he seemed to realize something and stood up from the boat.

A pair of eagle eyes that were so sharp that they seemed to be able to penetrate and see through everything, crossed the distance between the warship and T. Pengen, and the gaze was like a sword that shot out and pierced directly into T. Pengen's body.

"Such domineering."

"Is this really something a small colonel in the Sihai branch can possess?"

"Interesting. I thought that apart from Rosen and Douglas Barrett, there would be no other targets worth hunting in the four seas."

Jurakol Mihawk stared at T. Penn. The more he looked at him, the stronger the fighting spirit in his eagle eyes became:

"A navy of this caliber."

"This level of domineering."

"After I kill you, my Ye should be not far from completely becoming a black sword."

After sensing an astonishing aura from T. Penn, Joracol Mihawk's usually calm and emotionless swordsmanship was now filled with a long-lost excitement.

Originally, he just picked a branch at random in the Grand Line, destroyed it, and then played with the evacuated warship and the navy on the deck like toys.

So he drove the warships all the way back to the Four Seas from the Grand Line.

I never thought that I would encounter a navy in the South China Sea that I had to take seriously.

Moreover, it was not Rosen or Douglas Barrett as he expected, but an unknown branch colonel.

"Unknown navy."

"You came just in time."

"I want you to help me refine the sword."

Joracol Mihawk was a man who acted arbitrarily and did things his own way. Thinking that T. Peng could help his sword, Night, to go further, he no longer hesitated and immediately raised the supreme sword in his hand, slashing down from top to bottom.

bump

As the blade fell, a terrifying edge instantly burst out, causing ripples in the surrounding air.

puff

A dark green slashing wave, like a blue dragon emerging from the sea, easily tore apart thousands of meters of sea surface as if it were a piece of white paper, and rushed all the way to the front of the warship in a mighty manner.

Out of respect for the strong, Joracol Mihawk's strike was not without reservation, but he was serious about it.

Because, judging from the strength of domineering power he sensed from T. Peng En, this marine was worthy of him using this sword as a greeting gift.