Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The sword... is broken?

Seeing this scene, the flying squirrel's pupils shrank.

As a swordsman, he knows better than anyone the importance of a saber to a swordsman.

Especially Mihawk's exaggerated long sword, which is definitely extraordinary at first glance, and has definitely accompanied him in challenging countless masters on this sea.

But now, his saber was broken by Darren's move.

The sword, which was originally longer than Mihawk's body, was shortened by one third and became a broken blade.

Looking at Mihawk's absent-minded expression and blank eyes, the flying squirrel couldn't help but worry for a while.

If the saber was broken, would he become devastated?

The wind was very cold, and everyone subconsciously quieted down.

However, at this moment,

Mihawk, who had been stunned, gradually regained his focus.

He looked at the broken sword in his hand, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I see... I understand."

Flying Squirrel: ? ? ?

You understand again?

What do you understand again! ?

Flying Squirrel looked at Mihawk, whose eyes were full of fighting spirit again, and was confused.

Why don't I understand! ?

What happened?

Your sword was cut off by Darren...

The saber was broken, what else can you understand?

Could this kid have realized something?

Does he want others to live?

The corner of the flying squirrel's eye twitched, and his heart was full of doubts, and his face was full of disbelief.

But at this time, Mihawk's bright eyes did show that he had realized something!

So he couldn't help but cast a questioning look at Darren.

Darren also stood there confusedly, and he clearly didn't know what Mihawk had understood.

Moriah next to him was even more mad at this time, and couldn't help but mutter:

"He understands this now? Damn! What on earth did he understand!?"

After a few seconds of pause, Darren finally couldn't help but speak.

He coughed twice, and asked in a flat tone, pretending to be profound:

"What... did you understand?"

Mihawk looked up at Darren, tightened his hand on the broken sword, and said in a deep voice:

"Now I understand that the so-called strength of kendo, in addition to realm and sword moves, is more important to domineering!"

"Only with a strong enough domineering can one's own kendo be fully exerted and burst out with the strongest strength!"

"If the domineering is not strong enough, let alone exerting the power of swordsmanship, even his own sword cannot be protected!"

Darren:...

Really?

Why don't I know?

The flying squirrel covered his face in pain again, roaring angrily in his heart:

'What a joke! ! Darren, that bastard, just simply didn't hold back his strength! ! ’

Yan Mo, who carries a huge amount of domineering power, once exerts a violent magnetic field, its penetration speed and power are so strong that even Darren, the master, cannot perfectly control it.

“So… is this the taste of defeat?”

Ignoring the crazy expressions of the flying squirrel and Moria, Mihawk slowly exhaled.

His body suddenly shook, and blood dripped from his hands.

A complex, unspeakable bitterness gradually rippled in his dim yellow eyes.

Looking at the broken sword in his hand, he murmured in a low voice:

"You are indeed very strong, "King of the North Sea"."

Darren said lightly: "At your age, you can catch my sword just now, which is enough to be proud of."

"Proud?"

Mihawk smiled reluctantly,

"That's not enough."

He raised his head again, with dazzling blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and gritted his teeth and said:

"My goal... is to be the "strongest in the world"!!"

Darren narrowed his eyes, and a touch of admiration appeared in his eyes.

"So?"

"So..."

Mihawk's eyes suddenly turned red, and he roared angrily:

"Why didn't you use your full strength just now!!"

"You can obviously cut off my arm, can't you!?"

As soon as these words came out, Gekko Moria was stunned.

His eyes widened.

The sword that almost destroyed the world just now... was not the full strength of that navy! ?

The flying squirrel looked like he had expected this, and sighed helplessly.

Darren was silent for a moment, then slowly said:

"If you lose your arm here, you won't be the world's number one swordsman."

"I'll keep this arm with you for now. When you become strong enough and challenge me again... I'll take it away, no, not just it, but your life as well."

Moonlight Moria:...

He looked at his broken arm, his face full of grievance.

Darren continued:

"And if you wantIf you say so, I hope you can fight for the position of Shichibukai. "

Mihawk was stunned.

Shichibukai?

"I see..."

He glanced at the broken sword in his hand, and his eyes suddenly became extremely determined.

Then... holding the sword in his left hand, he slashed at his right arm fiercely!

Swish!!

Blood spurted out!

A bloody arm flew out and fell to the ground with a plop.

The flying squirrel was shocked.

Moonlight Moria was shocked.

All the navy present were shocked.

Darren also opened his eyes wide, unbelievable.

This kid...actually cut off his own arm!?

Mihawk Hawke's face turned pale, and his body staggered. After inserting the broken sword into the ground, he tore his shirt with one hand and immediately tied the wound to stop the bleeding.

Under the pain of the broken arm, he gasped for breath, and bloodshot eyes were all around his pupils.

"What are you doing..."

Darren asked anxiously.

He needed Mihawk to help him occupy a position as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, but now he has lost an arm, and it is his usual right hand. I don't know how much his strength has declined!

Mihawk grinned, revealing bloody teeth.

"It is a shame for a swordsman to break his promise!"

Darren:...

No, why is this line so familiar!

"And..."

Mihawk panted, his eyes firm:

"Even if I lose an arm, I will become the world's number one swordsman! ”

He held the broken blade again and pointed it at Darren.

“I will also refine this blade into the world’s strongest black blade…”

He gritted his teeth, tears oozed from his eyes, as if he had used up all his life’s strength and shouted:

“When the time comes, I will challenge you again! !”

“Do you have any objection? King of the North Sea! !”

The tender voice, wrapped in supreme courage, resounded through the heavens!

Everyone was moved and shocked.

“It’s amazing…”

The flying squirrel looked at the bloody boy with a broken arm and couldn’t help sighing.

The wind stopped.

The waves gently beat against the rocks on the seashore.

The whole world was filled with the boy’s great and distant dream, which lasted for a long time.

Darren laughed.

He laughed very wantonly and happily.

“Good!! "

He stared at the unyielding swordsman and said loudly:

"In that case, then work hard to become stronger, Mihawk!"

"This sea is extremely vast, and all kinds of strong men are competing on this stage, swinging swords, fighting, and killing... My name is Rogers Darren, I promise you..."

A sharp sword flew up from behind him, circling and dancing straight into the sky.

Darren opened his arms and burst out his own domineering aura wantonly, changing the color of the world.

"Sakura Ten, Deadwood, Yanma... I will carry these swords and stand in the strongest position to wait for you."

"With your tenacious will, surpass these swords..."

"Even... surpass me! "

The strong wind blew in his face.

Mihawk was bearing the impact of Darren's domineering Haki, and his figure was almost shaky.

He was shaking all over.

But his left hand holding the knife did not move at all.

As solid as a rock.

"I will do it. "

He said firmly.

As soon as the words fell——

Boom!!

A strong and unyielding aura suddenly burst out from his thin body, and under the pressure of Darren's aura, he struggled to open a gap.

The dark green air wave looked delicate and gorgeous in the red storm of domineering.

A moment of beauty.

This is... the awakening of the Conqueror's Haki! (Note 1)

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Note 1: Hawkeye did not master the Conqueror's Haki in the original plot.

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