Pirates: Stick to Justice

On the constantly undulating sea, a simple wooden sailboat was moving forward. Sitting on it was the world's greatest swordsman, Hawkeye Mihawk.

“What a sharp man.”

Bai Chuan was standing on the deck of the warship, looking at the man appearing in the distance. Just looking at him gave him a stinging feeling.

Gion held Jinpira tightly. At this moment, her eyes were very clear and unwavering, shining like stars in the night sky.

"Sooner or later, I will defeat him and take the title of the number one swordsman."

This time, due to the order of the headquarters, Gion cannot have any conflict with Hawkeye to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, which is why she was very unwilling before.

And now she has made up her mind that she must become stronger. Whether it is the position of general or the title of the number one swordsman, she wants it all.

"Most definitely"

Bai Chuan's eyes were also full of confidence and ambition.

The warship sailed towards the small sailboat, and soon the two parties came into contact with each other. Hawkeye also jumped up and arrived on the warship.

The eagle-eyed hat was slightly raised, revealing sharp eyes like an eagle, scanning Shirakawa and Gion.

"Your Excellency Mihawk, this is Colonel Reina Shirakawa, the commander of the naval branch here."

Baichuan stepped forward and introduced himself, and was very polite to Hawkeye. Hawkeye was a lone ranger swordsman, not a pirate, so the navy did not put a bounty on him, but instead tried hard to win him over.

I learned from Gion that the government had issued a recruitment order for him to join the Shichibukai, but this man was obviously not interested yet.

"We believe that you have made good arrangements for your food, accommodation, transportation, etc. during this period, so please don't refuse."

Bai Chuan smiled and extended the invitation. Those who are capable will receive preferential treatment everywhere.

Nodding slightly, Hawkeye didn't say anything more. Now all his mind was focused on the duel that was about to begin.

The warship went to the port of Qiushima and arranged Hawkeye in a dojo near the seaside. It was sparsely populated and the residents had been arranged by Shirakawa to live elsewhere to prevent accidental injuries.

At the same time, the news of Hawkeye's arrival spread to every corner of the island in an instant, spread by the navy.

All the swordsmen rushed towards Hawkeye's residence excitedly. They had been waiting for a long time.

Hawkeye had already expected this, and he readily accepted the challenge from these people. Before the war, using them to sharpen his sword might not be an option.

The dojo that was supposed to be quiet was now surrounded by water. Hawkeye, holding the black sword Ye, stood in the middle of the martial arts arena, constantly defeating challengers.

Baichuan is leading a group of marines at the moment, maintaining order outside the dojo, and collecting the bodies of some unfortunate guys who died in the battle. This is not a simple sword show.

"It's really amazing. There are so many swordsmen, but not one of them can pass a single move."

"The people playing now are all weak, the real strong are waiting and watching, look over there"

Gion pointed to the high slope in the distance, where stood a group of swordsmen. They were all relatively old, but their momentum was not comparable to those of the guys on the field.

"They are all well-known swordsman masters from various kingdoms. They are definitely not weak in terms of strength."

Bai Chuan nodded to express his understanding. After living in this world for so many years, he has long understood that there are many strong people hidden in this world.

For example, Fujitora and Green Bull are both famous super strong men who exist like the patron saint of the country. Another example is the official national pirate force such as the Babao Navy, etc. Basically, they all exist in slightly stronger countries. strong

Soon, a white-haired old man walked down the high slope, and the crowded crowd automatically made way for him. It was obvious that the old man was very famous.

"Christopher, please give me some advice on the sharp sword Bingche."

The old man pulled out the famous sword in his hand. Cold air continued to radiate from the blade, and ice flowers even appeared on the ground.

"Jorah Kormihawk, the Greatest Sword, Night of the Black Knife"

Hawkeye held Black Blade Night across his chest very solemnly. It was obvious that the old man in front of him was an opponent worth fighting.

"Chong"

When the blades collided, the two of them instantly entered fighting form, their bodies constantly intertwined.

Seeing the scene of the two fighting, Bai Chuan couldn't help but be surprised. This old man was unexpectedly powerful.

"Be surprised, that old man is no ordinary person. He is the chief swordsman from Arendelle, the Kingdom of Ice, and a world-renowned swordsman."

Gion watched the battle between the two and gave Shirakawa some knowledge.

"It is said that when he was young, he once competed with the flying pirate Golden Lion Shiji in swordsmanship, and both were defeated."

Bai Chuan was a little stunned. This old man who looked like he was about to enter the coffin actually held it in his mouth like this, which was beyond his expectation.

"Among the others present, is there anyone more powerful than him?"

"No, among the people present now, Kristoff's strength is already at the top."

Gion replied to Shirakawa, and then looked at both sides of the battle intently, with a somewhat solemn expression. Hawkeye's sword skills were more terrifying than she imagined.

Hawkeye's moves are very simple, using only basic moves such as chopping, slashing, and stabbing, but they contain terrifying power. He has a simple feeling, can't find any weaknesses, and is invulnerable.

The old man's sword skills were like the cold wind of winter, they were everywhere and hard to guard against, and the ground was already covered with a layer of frost.

In a short period of time, the two sides fought for dozens of rounds. Hawkeye's condition did not change at all, but the old man was somewhat exhausted.

"Chong"

The two swords were connected again, and then separated at the touch. The old man stepped back and distanced himself, panting and looking at Hawkeye.

Standing in front of Bingche, an old face is reflected in it, full of wrinkles and gray hair.

"Mihawk, this battle is the last battle of the old man. This place is also the burial place of the old man."

"I have devoted my whole life to swordsmanship. To be able to compete with the world's greatest swordsman in swordsmanship at the last moment of my life is really the highest joy of a swordsman."

"It's a pity that Lao Chan's physical strength is no longer enough to support this battle, so the next step will be Lao Chan's strongest move. I hope you will make it happen."

The old man stepped hard on the ground, and the ice shattered and the ice sword flew around.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Hawkeye couldn't help but be moved. He held the knife with both hands and raised the black knife Ye high.

"Respectable strong man, I will use the etiquette of a swordsman to end you with the strongest black sword in the world."

"Ice Technique Ice Dragon"

Countless frosts centered on the blade, condensed into a mighty ice dragon and flew towards Hawkeye.

The swordsmen who were watching had already been frightened away by this astonishing momentum, and were deeply afraid of getting involved.

Eagle Eyes quietly looked at the incoming ice dragon, then struck it down with both hands.

"Chong"

It seemed as if time had stopped. Baichuan felt that this moment was so long. The flying ice dragon gradually became still. A crack appeared on the dragon's head, slowly across its body, and then split it into two.

There were shouts all around, and in the direction of Hawkeye's sword swing, the swordsmen looked frightened and ran for their lives in slow motion.

The shocking sword energy extended along the earth to the sea. The turbulent sea water dispersed, revealing a water channel.

"crash"

The sound of falling waves is endless...

"It's a perfect ending to die in your hands."

The old man showed a satisfied smile and fell backwards. His body was split in two from top to bottom, and blood slowly flowed out, like a blooming ice flower.

The famous sword Bingche, who had been with him for decades, seemed to feel the state of his master, and slowly broke into pieces and left with him.

This is the end of a generation of swordsman.