Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

"So fast!!"

Mihawk's pupils shrank into pinholes at this moment, and trembled violently.

Although he had more or less heard about the amazing swordsmanship of "King of the North Sea" Rogers Darren before this challenge...

But when he faced it in person at this moment, he truly realized the terrifying and suffocating sense of oppression!

There was no pre-swinging action at all, and the sword broke through the air without any warning!

It didn't give the opponent any chance to react or dodge!

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and the tip of Sakura Ten's sword was infinitely close. Even in the reflection in Mihawk's eyes, the sharpness of this sword that had accompanied the great pirate Shiki the Golden Lion to drink the blood of countless strong men was clearly presented!

At this moment, Mihawk finally moved!

A strange red light emerged in the depths of his pupils, and the trajectory of Sakura Ten's air-breaking shuttle finally became clear from blurry!

With one hand, he drew his sword and swiped it from bottom to top!

Clang! !

A sharp explosion that seemed to shatter the eardrum suddenly exploded, and large sparks flew out.

Blocked!

A hint of pride flashed in Mihawk's eyes, but his face changed slightly the next moment.

An unimaginable terrifying impact force was transmitted from Sakura Ten, and a dull loud noise exploded.

Boom! !

The roaring hurricane completely broke out at this time, rolling up a surging wave of dust, instantly submerging Mihawk's figure.

He was pushed back 20 meters, and his feet plowed two long dents on the ground, and then he barely stopped his figure.

The dust flew and quickly dissipated under the blowing of the sea breeze, and Mihawk's figure emerged again.

He panted lightly, his face was pale, bloodshot appeared around his pupils, and he stared at the famous sword that he had blocked with fear.

At such a close distance, the pattern on Sakura Judao was like falling cherry blossoms, as if filled with the disillusionment of death and withering.

When the smoke completely dissipated, Mihawk raised his head.

The scene that came into his eyes made his eyelids jump suddenly.

A deep and bottomless crack almost spanned half of the island, extending from the feet of the vice admiral to his front.

Shocking.

"This..."

Moonlight Moria stared at this exaggerated scene with his mouth wide open, and he couldn't believe his eyes. His jaw almost dropped to the ground.

One knife, just such a casual knife... directly tore half of the naval base.

He couldn't even see any trajectory of the knife.

Moonlight Moriah shuddered, his scalp tingling, and there was an indescribable fear in his eyes when he looked at Darren.

If the vice admiral had used this trick on him, he would...

- Absolutely! Will! Die!

"He actually blocked it... It seems that Mihawk is really capable."

The flying squirrel next to him found a stone block and sat down, stroking the stubble on his chin with one hand, observing the battle with interest.

After the battle with the Golden Lion, Darren's combat power at this time was not even clear to him.

But what is certain is that even if he used his strongest trick, he probably couldn't break the guy's defense.

As for how he knew it?

Well, this is a secret that cannot be told.

Anyway, he has nothing to say about a freak who can take a bath with 100 million volts of thunder plasma.

"I thought it would be an overwhelming fight, but now it seems that things will become interesting..."

The flying squirrel lit a cigar, and muttered in a voice that Moria could hear clearly:

"... I just don't know if this kid Mihawk can block Darren's next sword."

"Next, next sword?"

Moonlight Moria shuddered, turned his head and stared at the flying squirrel in disbelief:

"You mean, the last sword was not the full strength of that guy!?"

The flying squirrel laughed in his heart, but on the surface, he rolled his eyes as if it was a matter of course:

"Otherwise, didn't you notice that Darren didn't use his domineering power just now?"

"Haki, domineering?"

Moonlight Moria felt his teeth trembling.

He couldn't help but look at the shocking crack on the ground again, and the onion head shrank.

Even without the entanglement of domineering power, he had such destructive power. If he used domineering power... he couldn't imagine the scene at all.

‘Fortunately, I didn’t challenge that guy’s swordsmanship, otherwise I would have lost more than one arm…’

At this moment, Moria suddenly felt extremely fortunate.

“Mihawk, this is the first sword, and we can continue" "

Darren smiled and said.

He waved his hand, and Ying Ju seemed to respond to his call, quickly rewinding and flying back, hovering behind him.

This is just the first sword...

Mihawk tried to calm his slightly disordered breath, and subconsciously tightened the night in his hand.

A drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead and dripped onto the ground.

He knew the meaning of Darren's words better than anyone else.

The first sword was just a preliminary test.

The next second and third swords were the real explosion of strength.

He took a deep breath, raised his head and stared at Darren, with a hint of anger in his eyes, and said hoarsely and coldly:

"Why don't you use domineering?"

It was actually a questioning tone.

Darren was stunned, and then laughed again.

"Interesting. ”

It is obviously good for him not to be domineering, but he thinks it is an insult to him.

What a proud little brat...

"I thought you couldn't block this knife. I'm sorry, it seems that I underestimated you."

Darren shrugged helplessly.

Faced with Darren's bland and meaningless "apology", Mihawk became even angrier and gritted his teeth:

"I bet everything to challenge you, just to see your swordsmanship!"

"Even if I really can't block it and die here..."

His eyes were filled with endless fighting spirit, his expression was firm, and he said in a resounding voice:

"...It only shows that I am just a man of this level. "

After the words fell, the expressions of Flying Squirrel and Moria were both shocked and moved.

They only felt that as these words were spoken, the figure of the thin swordsman boy suddenly became taller at this moment.

Darren's forehead was covered with several black lines, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Hey, hey, hey, this is too familiar...

Could it be that Liu Zoro's lines were copied from you?

No wonder in the original plot, Hawkeye Mihawk admired Zoro so much... It seems that he saw his younger self!

"Okay, I know."

Darren exhaled a breath of turbid air, hooked his fingers, and a long sword with a simple appearance flew up from behind him, hovering in front of him, with the tip of the knife pointing at Mihawk.

"Then don't blame me for being rude. "

He said softly, took a step forward, and gently grasped the handle of the knife with his right hand.

The handle was very rough, made of a piece of withered and ancient wood, and the blade showed a dull metallic color, as if it had been covered with dust for a long time.

"Like a rotten wood withering, the blade is sharpened... the name of the knife is withered wood."

Darren smiled.

A touch of strange and solemn black spread out from his palm like flowing water, like spreading ink, rendering the whole knife bit by bit.

Under the cover of the armed color domineering, this seemingly decayed famous sword seemed to glow with a dazzling edge, cold and harsh.

Darren grinned:

"The second sword... shoot him."

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