Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Chapter 533

"Shoot him."

As Darren's voice fell, the flying squirrel not far away couldn't help but twitch his mouth, and his head was full of black lines.

What kind of shitty swordsmanship is this!

There is not even a name for any moves... Except for the different speeds of the bursts and whether there is domineering aura wrapped around, there is no difference at all!

However, unlike the flying squirrel, who was just a spectator, Moria and Mihawk couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Especially Mihawk himself... The moment the navy vice admiral's voice fell, he felt a sharp and destructive aura bursting out uncontrollably from the rotten long sword!

The magnetic field covering the entire island fell into a riot again, and the air seemed to boil. It became distorted and blurred in his vision, and derived a bunch of blue arcs that kept jumping.

Boom! !

The mighty propulsion force burst out, and the famous sword Deadwood, which was dyed black by the Armament Haki, instantly accelerated to break through the sound barrier and shot out at an extremely exaggerated speed.

Here it comes!

The strong sense of death threat made Mihawk's eyes condense, and his spirit and will were highly condensed and unified at this moment.

After the baptism of the first sword, he had learned a lesson and deployed his Observation Haki in advance... Finally, in the shadow of death brought by the dead wood, he found a ray of hope!

Before the blade arrived, the bursting air wave had already rushed in his face, making his flowered shirt snap.

The future "world's first black sword" Ye was held tightly in his hand and slashed out fiercely!

Clang! !

A huge explosion suddenly exploded, shaking all the glass pieces in the ruins of the collapsed buildings around him. Moria subconsciously covered his ears to prevent his eardrums from being broken!

He widened his eyes and stared at the scene...

Hit!

The knife slashed by the little brat Mihawk... unexpectedly hit the dead tree running at a very high speed with great precision!

Blade against blade!

A terrifying wave of air burst out, and with a bang, it spread out in all directions like a tide.

However, at this moment, Mihawk's face suddenly changed, and he was not happy at all for hitting Darren with this knife.

The armed color domineering wrapped around the dead tree, like the second stage acceleration of a jet rocket, burst out circles of black air waves at its tail, madly pushing the blade forward! !

An almost irresistible force spread out, and Mihawk was knocked back by the dead tree with the gushing propulsion!

Five meters,

Ten meters,

Thirty meters,

After sliding back for hundreds of meters, plowing a long dent in the ground, Mihawk stopped the retreat trend with great difficulty.

The impact force erupting from the blade roared through both sides of Mihawk's body, tearing a huge gap in the sea surface of hundreds of meters.

The waves surged and burst into a deafening roar.

The world was dead silent.

Moonlight Moria looked dazed.

The navy soldiers who had already hidden far away looked at the horrible scene in front of them with pale faces and swallowed their saliva nervously.

Tick... Tick...

Drops of blood dripped from the handle of "Night" to the ground.

Mihawk gasped heavily, and the pair of eagle-like sharp dim yellow eyes were already oozing with dense blood.

A scarlet bloodstain overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

On the hand holding the knife, there was a burning pain in the palm of the hand, the skin had been torn, the flesh was torn, and blood was oozing out.

Under the crushing of the Armament Haki, the Haki defense wrapped around his arms was directly shattered, and the tremendous impact caused internal bleeding.

A wet and cold touch came from under his feet. Mihawk didn't even need to look down to know that it was the cold sea water that wet his boots.

He... was almost "knocked" out of the island's land range and fell into the sea by Darren's sword!

"It was blocked again..."

The flying squirrel's face showed shock at this time, and he murmured in a low voice:

Although Darren's magnetic sword control trick is not his main killer move, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can block head-on.

How old is this kid Mihawk! ?

Fifteen years old?

Sixteen years old! ?

At this age, he was able to capture Darren's attack at the moment of the knife and successfully intercept it!

This kind of keen perception and attainments in kendo is simply unheard of.

Darren has no talent for swordsmanship, he prefers to fight with fists and flesh.

But don't forget that before obtaining the Thunder Fruit, Flying Squirrel was an expert in swordsmanship!

Even if he was confined to a small place like the North Sea, he still relied on a large number of battles and his excellent swordsmanship talent to practice the sword to the level of a swordsman.!

It is precisely because of this that the flying squirrel saw it more clearly... and knew more clearly than anyone else on the scene the value of Mihawk's sword just now!

It can be said without hesitation that if we put aside the power of the Thunder Fruit and only talk about the level of kendo... the flying squirrel is ashamed of himself!

This kid's kendo level is absolutely overwhelming if it is against me!

"Another monster... No wonder Darren takes him so seriously."

The flying squirrel looked at Mihawk deeply.

Tick, tick...

Blood dripped onto the ground, and Mihawk tried to calm the surging blood in his body.

He didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but a hearty and happy smile appeared on his face.

"Great... It's really great..."

He murmured with a smile.

Moria looked confused.

Could this guy have been beaten to a pulp?

Is he out of his mind?

Even though he was seriously injured, he was still smiling so happily?

"I came to the North Sea this time... It's really the right time, and it's worth the trip!!"

Mihawk ignored Moria's idiotic gaze and smiled heartily.

He was obviously a teenager of fifteen or sixteen, but his unique calm and cold temperament, and the smile that only a strong man can show, were not at all inconsistent.

"Daren!! What kind of swordsmanship is this!?"

Mihawk raised the light black long sword with one hand again, pointing directly at the vice admiral of the navy.

"Such a powerful and domineering swordsmanship should have a name!"

"Name..."

Daren was stunned when he heard this.

What name is there... Isn't it just pushing the magnetic field a little weaker or stronger?

But facing Mihawk's bright and fiery eyes, he thought for a moment, and then said:

"Swordsmanship is swordsmanship. It's enough to kill the opponent. The name doesn't matter at all."

As soon as these words came out, Mihawk froze in place, as if struck by lightning.

"It's enough to kill the opponent. The name doesn't matter at all..."

He murmured to himself with a pale face.

"So that's it... So that's it!!"

Suddenly, as if he had figured out something, his eyes suddenly burst into an extremely bright light.

"I understand!"

Darren: ? ? ?

You understand?

What do you understand?

I don't understand what I'm talking about, but you understand?

"So... This is the secret of powerful swordsmanship!"

Mihawk stared at Darren with fiery eyes, shaking with excitement.

"I've been on the wrong path all along!"

"Darren, you are worthy of being called a "legend"!!"

"The real sword art, the top masters, don't have to stick to one move at all. The ever-changing sword moves are all integrated into each of their own moves!"

"As long as you can do this, every sword you swing is a secret! Every knife you cut is a sure kill!"

"There is no need for a name at all. Those are things only the weak need! A real strong man doesn't need to say much!!"

Darren:...

He was stunned for a moment.

Your understanding is too strong.

But he couldn't tear himself down, so he had to pretend to be profound and nodded, revealing a light smile:

"Well, it seems that you have gained something, very good."

At the same time, Darren couldn't help but have a strange idea in his mind.

Could it be that in the future, Hawkeye's every strike will be a flat attack, because of this reason...

"That's right!!"

Mihawk looked solemn.

He suddenly took a step forward, then bowed to Darren from a distance and said: