A collision of extremely strong forces.

A confrontation of superb sword skills.

Thousands of times of sword confrontation.

Then decide the winner in an instant.

This is probably the way of the swordsman's showdown.

A large amount of blood gushed out from his chest symbolizes the defeat of Hawkeye.

The domineering aura that slashed into his body quickly took away his strength.

“…”

In the silent silence, the hawk's eyes staggered and half kneeled on the ground.

The rapid loss of energy made him even struggling to stand.

only.

The right hand holding the hilt of the knife never showed any sign of slacking off.

“Hu, Hu…”

Hawkeye gasped.

Every time I breathe, blood will flow out of my mouth.

It looks like a tap that doesn't close...

This is the horror of the slash entangled with domineering slashes.

Once it is hit in real terms, it can kill all the remaining energy afterwards, allowing the battle to end in an instant.

Hawkeye, who was about to end, looked down at the pool of blood in front of him, and then looked up at the blood on Mode's body.

"After all, it's a bit off..."

The last knife he had just lifted Maud's shell.

But Mode's sword cut all his life.

The difference between one sword is also the difference between victory and defeat.

"Black knife..."

Maud looked down at the bleeding wound on his chest.

At that moment, despite being prepared, it was still cut open by the Hawkeye Black Knife Ye.

That sword not only cut off his domineering aura, but also cut off the shadow of Pisces flowing on his body...

Maud raised his eyes and glanced over the black sword night in Hawkeye's hand.

This black knife, which has been tempered by domineeringness, is one of the few famous knives in the world, with unimaginable hardness and sharpness.

"In a sense, you are more dangerous than the Four Emperors, Eagle... Jorakel Mihawk."

Maud's eyes flowed, and finally frozen on Hawkeye's blood-stained face, and said calmly: "The world's number one swordsman is worthy of his reputation."

“…”

Mihawk's eyelids trembled slightly.

Now, even supporting his eyelids seems very difficult.

As my lips squirmed, I wanted to say something, but in the end I still returned to a dead silent silence.

The loser is speechless.

Maud paced towards Mihawk.

Mihawk watched Maud approaching silently, his vision gradually blurred, his body gradually became numb, and various touch senses disappeared one by one. He could not feel the existence of strength after just a moment.

Only

The feeling of holding the hilt is always there.

But there is not much gravel in the hourglass.

Mode stood in front of Hawkeye, raised the Mid-Autumn Water slightly, and above the black and red blade, the cold front murderous intention quietly spread.

"Just end this showdown in the 'swordsman' way."

“…”

The corners of Hawkeye's lips moved for a moment, and used up only a little energy left, and slowly nodded at Mod.

As the strength was completely lost, the eyelids that were difficult to hold up slowly dropped, covering the sharp and lustful eagle eyes.

Mode looked at the hawk's eyes with a breath that was as lingering as a candle in the wind and raised the autumn water.

All around.

The Mod Pirates looked at this scene with bright eyes.

Many top-notch people were defeated by their captains.

In this way, being invincible in the world is not a false statement.

When the battle ends

The throne of the sky that sits alone is the captain of his own.

Just imagine the future, everyone in the Maud Pirates will be in a state of great excitement.

The autumn water held above the eagle's head was seen by countless audiences around the world.

"Even the world's largest swordsman..."

The audience was a little numb.

Who else can stop Maud?

Navy?

But the navy, which they had high hopes for, has not taken any action until now.

On some sea area.

Dozens of blue and white warships ride the wind and waves on the sea.

"Hawkeye also lost."

"Isn't this very good? You know... the fight between pirates is the situation we are most happy to see."

"Yes, wait a little longer..."

"That monster should always be tired."

Regarding the current situation on Shuixianxing Island, the elite naval forces gathered on warships have different moods.

They were happy to see the fight between pirates, and they would secretly applaud Maud's various feats.

But at the same time

The fear and fear of Mode became stronger.

"Is there always a moment of fatigue ~"

Kizaru heard the comments from his colleagues and couldn't help but recall the several previous battles.

He thought that the most terrifying thing about Maud was not his strong frontal combat ability, but...

Unfathomable physical strength!

This is also a trait that other monsters at the level of the Four Emperors do not possess.

If it's just a monster, is it scary?

Not scary.

Because there are many people on our side, there is only one monster.

But what if it is a monster that will never be tired?

Of course it's terrible...

Because monsters that are not tired have the capital to kill all enemies and stand until the last moment.

"I hope so~"

Kizaru put his hands in his pockets, looking at the sea and sky in the distance, thinking to himself in his heart.

Somewhere in the deck of the warship.

Smog sat on the wooden barrel, holding hands together, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

It is rare that he doesn't hold a cigar on his mouth.

Tina came to Smog's side.

The sound of the soles of high heels hitting the deck made Smog slowly open his eyes and look at the person who came beside him.
To be continued...