Weapon fruit is rubbish? Have you ever heard of Ryujin Jakka?

"damn it!"

"quick!"

"Get away."

T Penn never expected that Djorakol Mihawk would attack as soon as they met, and at a distance of several kilometers, he released an ultra-long-range slashing wave.

At this moment, he didn't have time to think too much and could only shout loudly, asking the navy on the warship to escape as soon as possible. He then took out the transformation device of his combat suit, instantly put on the second-generation combat suit, then drew his sword and leaped forward, resolutely facing the wave of attacks that broke through the air.

He knew very well that everyone could escape, except himself, as the colonel of the branch, who absolutely could not escape.

Only by facing the slashing wave released by Djoracol Mihawk can the other marines have a chance of survival.

Chi Chi

Thoughts raced through his mind, and T. Peng En tightened his grip on the knife. Visible electric currents flashed from the hilt, wrapping around the Sword God. At the same time, his armed color domineering aura gushed out, transforming the sword into a lightning black knife.

Then, he grasped the sword with both hands and slashed hard at the slashing wave that was like a raging sea tide.

砰

Although Djorakol Mihawk's slashing wave came from several kilometers away and its power was inevitably reduced after crossing such a long distance, its sharpness and strength were still beyond what T. Penn could withstand.

The stalemate lasted less than three seconds before he heard the sound of metal cracking.

Followed by.

He saw the lightning black knife in his hand break into pieces after facing the huge slashing wave like a super-large sea king.

puff

Without the protection of the lightning black knife, T Peng En was like an ordinary person facing a mountain torrent or tsunami, and his whole body was submerged by the terrifying slashing wave that was so close to him.

However, because of his selfless struggle, the navy on the warship gained time to react and dodge.

Facing Dracule Mihawk's all-consuming slashing wave, the 1st Division's marines displayed amazing unity at the critical moment of life and death.

The sailors in combat uniforms did not abandon their colleagues who were not in combat uniforms. Instead, they grabbed the sailors who were not in combat uniforms around them one by one, and then flew up from the deck of the warship.

砰

click

Almost at the moment they flew away from the warship, the slashing wave that engulfed T. Pengen was like a mad dragon, swallowing up the warship and completely cutting it off.

"Strange."

"With his level of dominance, he shouldn't appear so weak."

"You can't even take my sword?"

After slashing with the sword, Joracol Mihawk did not continue to attack, but frowned.

He displayed his domineering aura, using it as a driving force to propel the boat forward, pushing the small boat under his feet towards the warship that he had cut off, while looking at T Peng En who was killed instantly by his sword.

The more I look, the more suspicious I become.

He had already weighed the strength of both sides before drawing his sword.

With the powerful aura of T. Peng En, he definitely shouldn't be unable to withstand a blow from his sword.

But the result was just the opposite.

T Peng En was almost killed instantly by himself.

puff

Suddenly, a wave rose from the sea.

Then, T. Pengen flew out of the sea with difficulty, his face full of horror and anger.

He knew that he was able to survive only because Rosen had given him the second-generation combat suit before he set out.

If he was wearing the first generation combat uniform, he would be seriously injured and on the verge of death at best, or even die on the spot at worst.

But even so, the price paid is not low.

T Peng En glanced at the huge gap in the second-generation combat suit, and a trace of palpitation flashed across his eyes.

This knife directly broke through the defense of the combat suit and left a hideous knife wound on his body that was deep enough to see the bone and internal organs.

If it was any deeper, he would have to meet the Pirate King.

"Hawkeye."

"You, aren't you one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea?"

“Why attack the navy?”

T. Penn was still frightened, and couldn't help but shout at Joracol Mihawk who was approaching him.

In the past, Djorakoel Mihawk was a navy hunter who could hunt the navy with impunity.

But now, at the invitation of the Five Elder Stars, he has become a member of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

Logically speaking, it should not be allowed to attack the navy again.

"Although I accepted the World Government's call to become one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, I never said that I would stop hunting the navy."

Joracol Mihawk was so cold and arrogant that he directly retorted against T. Peng's harsh shout.

That's right.

He did promise the Five Elders that he would stop hunting the navy, but that was just a stop to hunting. There was still no problem with hunting.

Yes.

Whether it was the naval ships that he had driven all the way back to the South China Sea from the Grand Line, or the navy led by T. Pengen, none of them died.

Of course, this is entirely based on the fact that T Pengen risked his life to block the previous wave of attacks.

If T. Peng En had hesitated for even a second, or had blocked the slashing wave for even a second less, it would not have been the warship that was cut off, but the hundreds of sailors on board.

"Bastard!"

"you!"

"What do you think of the Navy?"

T Peng En glared with his eyes and clenched his fists.

Because they were both swordsmen, he had an almost instinctive respect and admiration for the swordsman who stood at the top of the sea and wielded the supreme sword.

However, he could not accept the arrogant attitude of Joracol Mihawk, who treated the navy like prey and could be slaughtered at will, and he was completely angry.

"You ask me what I think of the Navy?"

"Of course, it's the tools I need to forge the black sword."

"You, the navy, can do nothing but help me refine my saber into a black sword?"

Jurakol Mihawk glanced at T. Penn, and his words were full of contempt for the navy.

It's like an eagle in the sky, looking down at the reptiles on the earth.

Cold and arrogant to the core.

"A tool for refining a black knife?"

"I understand."

"Hawkeye, maybe I can't even see your back in swordsmanship, but for your trampling and indifference to the navy, even if I, T. Peng, bet everything, I will make you pay the price."

T Peng En's face was filled with rage. He exerted force with the hand holding the sword, and the armed color domineering aura in his body was continuously injected into the sword.

His domineering aura was not the power to transform his saber into a black sword, but a key to unlock the domineering aura that Rosen had sealed in his own saber.

"Ok?"

“That’s the atmosphere.”

"There's no mistake. The domineering aura I saw in you just now was actually in your sword."

Joracol Mihawk stared at the saber in T. Penn's hand, his hawk-like eyes showing a hint of shock:

"amazing."

"Who is it?"

"It can actually seal the domineering aura in the sword and let you control it."

The strong people who can stand at the top of the ocean basically have unique and innate talents.

Just like BIG MOM's invulnerable steel balloon, Kaido's fire- and water-resistant diamond body, and Douglas Barrett's huge and domineering aura.

Djorakol Mihawk also possesses talents that ordinary people do not have.

That is his eagle eyes that can see through the essence of all things.

At the beginning, he saw the domineering power that Rosen had sealed in T Pengen's body from a distance of several kilometers.

However, due to the distance, I thought it was T Pengen’s own arrogance.

But now, after a closer look, Joracol Mihawk could see it clearly.

The powerful domineering aura he saw in T. Pengen did not belong to this unknown branch colonel, but to an unknown strong man who sealed his domineering aura in T. Pengen's sword.