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

"Let's go, Hawkeye."

After repairing Djorakol Mihawk's injuries and the severed Black Blade Night, Rosen openly exposed his back to the world's most powerful swordsman.

Seeing Rosen's defenseless appearance, Joracol Mihawk's eagle eyes couldn't help but flicker slightly.

this moment.

He seemed really moved.

Even his right hand seemed to shake slightly, as if he wanted to reach out for Ye's knife handle.

But the next second.

Djorakol Mihawk's eagle eyes returned to being calm, with only indifference and coldness.

His hands also returned to the sides of his legs.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"In the previous battle, he made my observation Haki completely ineffective, and I couldn't see the future."

"But just now, when I was about to take action, I could actually see the future again."

"Did he deliberately let me use my Observation Haki to see the result of the action in advance?"

Djorakol Mihawk's heart was not as calm as it appeared.

Just now, he really wanted to take action, but he knew that he only had one chance.

Therefore, before taking action, he used his Observation Haki to foresee the future.

Originally, Joracol Mihawk thought that he would not be able to use the Foresight skill on Rosen, but he was able to use his Observation Haki very smoothly and saw the future as he wished.

It's just that the future scenes he saw, even though they didn't become reality, still made him feel frightened every time he thought about them.

Boundless flames are burning the sky.

The pillar of fire reaching the sky is boiling the sea.

There is also a figure holding a flaming sword, standing in a sea of ​​fire that looks like a blazing hell, like a fire god.

This scene will be unforgettable for him forever.

"What is that flaming knife?"

"It actually boiled the ocean."

“The Nature-type Flame-Flame Fruit, no, even the Magma Fruit is only this good!”

Joracol Mihawk's heart was in turmoil and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

He knew that once he took action, the first thing he would have to face was the Zanpakutō that could burn everything to ashes.

Can such a sword really be defeated by him, the world's most powerful swordsman, and the world's strongest black sword in his hand?

this moment.

He couldn't help but ask himself.

Just as Joracol Mihawk's heart was shaking violently, Rosen had already stepped on the air.

The void with nowhere to gain support seemed to have formed an invisible staircase to heaven for him to step on, climbing up to the sky step by step and crossing the sea.

"Is this, domineering?"

Seeing this, Joracol Mihawk forced himself to suppress his emotions and complicated thoughts, and then, like Rosen, tried to raise his foot and step on the air that the other had just stepped on.

The expected feeling of stepping on empty air did not occur. Instead, it was no different from stepping on solid stairs.

"Using the armed color domineering as a ladder, this domineering aura after being released will last for a long time, as if it has refined the air into a black knife."

"It's not just the fruit ability."

"His attainments in the three colors of Haki, especially the Armament Haki, have reached an unparalleled level in ancient and modern times."

Djorakol Mihawk, who was already feeling uneasy, witnessed Rosen using his Armament Haki to pave the way, forming a staircase that led to the sky. It was not just for one person to walk on, but after he walked on it, the Armament Haki in the air still did not dissipate.

Like an invisible black knife, no, a black ladder, standing between the sky and the sea.

So that he can also ascend to the sky.

This made Joracol Mihawk's heart tremble even more violently.

However, on the surface, he still maintained a stern attitude and followed Rosen closely.

Looking at the defenseless back.

Stepping on the heavy and hard domineering stairs under your feet.

The two extreme emotions and thoughts kept lingering in his mind.

On one side is a great opportunity to strike.

On one side are the cruel consequences of using the knife.

At this moment, Joracol Mihawk began to understand why Rosen dared to keep this hawk who could break free from the collar and rebel at any time by his side.

And he is always giving himself opportunities to take action.

But the question is, does he dare?

The longer the time goes, the less I dare!

With extremely complicated thoughts in mind, Joracol Mihawk said nothing as he stepped on the domineering stairs and followed Rosen like a shadow.

This is the stairway to heaven.

This is the road to heaven.

We walked for dozens of kilometers.

The two men stopped only when they saw an isolated island and the navy resting on the edge of the island.

"The perception range of Observation Haki is over 20 kilometers."

Joracol Mihawk came to a conclusion in his mind.

He recognized them at a glance. Some of these navy men who were resting were driven back to the South China Sea by him from the Grand Line, while others were T Pengen and others whose warships he had cut off and who had to evacuate.

In other words.

When he was dozens of kilometers away, Rosen had already sensed the breath and location of T. Pengen and others.

That's why we came here with incredible precision.

The navy including T. Penn who were originally resting on the island, as well as another group of navy who were driven from the Grand Line to the South China Sea by Jurakol Mihawk, also noticed Rosen who fell from the sky at this moment.

"Governor!"

"I'm sorry, the warship was destroyed, the men were injured, and the combat uniforms were damaged."

"It's all my fault."

T Peng En immediately stepped forward and took all the blame and faults on himself with a face full of shame.

In his opinion, Rosen entrusted him with a troop of 100 people in combat uniforms, 400 navy soldiers, several warships, and a set of second-generation combat uniforms. This was a sign of trust and confidence in him.

result.

But he gave Rosen a shocking answer.

There were more than fifteen sets of damaged combat uniforms.

There was only one warship left, and it was a damaged one.

The number of injured navy soldiers was even greater.

At last.

It even forced Rosen, who was in charge of the 1st branch, to go out in person, tearing up the sky, crossing the gap between the North and South Seas, and descending to the South China Sea.

This avoided the outcome of total annihilation of the army.

"Get up, Penn."

"No matter who led the team, other than Barrett, the result would be the same if they encountered the situation you experienced."

"To stand before the most powerful swordsman in the world, to protect his subordinates and lead them to evacuate. This is called merit, not sin."

Rosen looked at T. Pengen, who was kneeling in front of him and crying bitterly, and reached out to help him up.

His words not only shocked the navy of the 1st branch, but also made the navy from the Grand Line feel the personal charm of the Governor-General of the Four Seas for the first time.

Learned that his men were in danger.

Tear apart the sky, cross the two seas, and save the collapsing building.

afterwards.

When faced with T. Peng En who confessed his guilt, he did not blame him at all. Instead, he comforted him and even praised him repeatedly.

"Captain of the 38th Marine GL Branch."

"Lieutenant General Dauberman."

"Thank you for saving my life, Governor Rosen."

After the rest just now, Doberman had taken off his bloodstained clothes, exposing his scars and several new, unhealed bloody wounds to Rosen.

In terms of military rank, he is higher than Rosen, who is currently only a major general in the headquarters. However, even in the navy with a strict hierarchy, it is an institution that values ​​strength, military achievements, and prestige.

In public, he admired Rosen's strength and his achievements in sweeping the four seas and taming the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

Personally, he was grateful to Rosen for coming thousands of miles to rescue him and his subordinates from the danger of Joracol Mihawk's knife.

Therefore, when facing Rosen, whose military rank was one level lower than his, Doberman did not show his usual iron-blooded strength. Instead, he willingly lowered his posture and thanked Rosen for saving his life.