Marvel: Hawkeye Mihawk’s Path to the Sword

Mihawk held a knife with a blade of less than ten centimeters in his right thumb and forefinger, and his face was leisurely, "Come on, I'm ready." "

"What do you mean by that?" Miyamoto Kazuma's words were filled with anger, and the hilts of his sword clenched in both hands made a "crunch" sound.

"I'm not like a stupid beast who goes all out to hunt rabbits, and that's enough for me to deal with you.

Frog at the bottom of the well, let's see how big the world is. "

"Damn... You rude boy, look at me in two days first-class double slashing!" Miyamoto Kazuma slashed two knives, one long and one short, at Mihawk one after another, "Use only a small knife to look down on me Miyamoto, I want you to pay!".

"Ha-" The twin knives burst through the air with the power of a flood, and slashed at Mihawk one after another.

But Mihawk was unmoved, still calmly raised the knife in one hand, and the audience looked at Miyamoto Kazuma's sword blade less than a palm away from his head, and they all gasped, their eyes widened, staring at the ring, looking forward to the next blood-pumping picture, and Ms. Maria Stark had even let out a terrible wail, and couldn't bear to look directly at the next result.

Just listening to the sound of "ding", an unforgettable picture shocked all the viewers present, and also shocked all the viewers who watched the live broadcast in front of the TV.

With his domineering appearance, Mihawk accurately captured Miyamoto's sword-swinging trajectory, seized the opportunity of the meeting of the two swords, one long and one short, and moved his right hand quickly.

"Wow-" Hearing the admiring and shocked shouts of everyone around her, Maria turned her head to look at the ring, and it was Mihawk who caught Miyamoto's sword move with the tip of her knife. "OhmyGod, my son is amazing!".

"The Miyamoto family's secret two-day first-class secret technique, the Double Sword Slash, was taken over by him so easily, this is the rumored sword technique that kills when a sword is released-" A swordsman in the audience who was familiar with Miyamoto said in disbelief.

At this time, Miyamoto in the ring had already widened his eyes, "Impossible, the world can't be so far away!" It was difficult to accept the fact that his nirvana was easily taken over by Mihawk, and it was difficult to accept his insignificance in kendo, and Miyamoto, who had been in the world for a long time, suddenly shouted.

"Ahh

Miyamoto Kazuma was like a wind demon, and he didn't care about any swordsmanship and sword moves, and after suddenly retreating a few steps back, he rushed straight towards Mihawk again, and kept swinging his double swords with both hands to slash forward.

Qiang Qiang - Qiang Qiang ——

The sound of swords clashing was endless, and Miyamoto's seemingly airtight attacks were all blocked by Mihawk with the knife in his hand with ease, and he didn't even move half a step with his feet. "It's too weak, sad weakling, if you are really a first-class swordsman, even if you don't fight me, you understand the difference in strength between you and me. With a powerful swing of his right arm, while blocking the opponent's double swords, a spark appeared, and Miyamoto Kazuma was repelled by a move, rolling and leading the ring.

"Damn, it's too far away-" Although he was unwilling, Miyamoto, who had been knocked out of the ring, also came to his senses, he was not the opponent of the young man in front of him at all, this was not the gap between swordsmanship and experience at all, this was a gap in talent that could not be made up even if he practiced hard for a lifetime, "It's really worthy of the name of genius, I lost!".

Click-click-click-

As Kazuma Miyamoto conceded defeat, the sound of all the invited media pressing the shutter was incessant, the flash lights lit up the entire venue, and the audience inside and outside the venue, including in front of the TV, was cheering for Mihawk at the moment, "This is our genius, Mihawk Stark-".

In the warm atmosphere of the audience, Mihawk was still expressionless, and a pair of eagle eyes cast a sharp gaze on the remaining swordsmen, "I don't want to waste time on you, I know from the rotten aura of your body, you have not grown in the past six years." In order to give me even a little bit of fun, you might as well go together-".

Mihawk's words were tantamount to a slap in the face to these swordsmanship masters of various schools who were well-known in their own countries and even internationally. But they have just seen Mihawk's strength, and they know very well that it is impossible to defeat him with their own strength. At this moment, they were left with only two choices, the defeat of the total annihilation of the army and the victory of the mass attack.

Several people in the ring glanced at each other, and from their respective gazes, they already understood each other's decision - to win, even a victory obtained by unscrupulous means is better than complete defeat, "This is your request, but don't blame our elders for being ruthless!"

"Yanagi Xinyinliu, Yanagi Renchu, please advise. "

"Beichen is a knife stream, Zhou Zuoqing is double, please advise. "

......

"Mirror Heart Wise Flow, Momoi Sora, please advise. "

"You're welcome—" Mihawk was already surrounded by a dozen swordsmen before he could finish speaking.

Buzz buzz

More than a dozen blades quickly sliced through the air, attacking from all directions. But this stormy attack could not even touch the corners of his clothes, and Mihawk, who had already known the trajectory of all his opponents' attacks by seeing and hearing them, kept dodging in the continuous attacks, as if dancing in the light of a sword.

"No, don't come here. Mihawk dodged as he strolled towards one of the swordsmen. Sharp gaze, powerful aura, relaxed posture, all of this put tremendous pressure on this swordsman.

I saw that his pupils were dilated, his breathing was stagnant, and his sword moves had become chaotic.

Poof

With the blade of the sword in the flesh, Mihawk's knife stabbed precisely into the gap between his opponent's heart and blood vessels.

It wasn't a fatal injury, it could even be called a skin wound based on the length of the knife, but under the tremendous pressure brought by Mihawk, the swordsman was directly frightened and fainted.

"The first. "

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"The second. "

Repeating the same steps, he wandered leisurely among the frantic blades of the red-eyed swordsman.

"The third. "

"The fourth. "

......

"The last one—" In the midst of this calm count, one after another, all the swordsmen who had come to challenge Mihawk had fallen to the ring in all directions, all of them with a small red dot on their chests, but their breathing was very steady.

- They were intimidated by Mihawk's strength.

"Oh-" The crowd erupted in cheers as they celebrated the overwhelming victory for their genius.

Mihawk calmly took out the handkerchief, wiped the blood-stained blade clean, "poof-" put the knife into the sheath, threw the handkerchief at his feet, the black top hat decorated with white feathers was still firmly on his head, and the burgundy flower shirt was clean and refreshing without a drop of sweat and blood.

Mihawk behaved like a nobleman who had gone out for a walk after dinner, and if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, I'm afraid no one present would have believed that he had just experienced a real sword contest with more than one enemy.

In the enthusiastic atmosphere of the scene, all the media reporters flocked to Mihawk Stark, who walked out of the ring, "Mr. Stark, let's give a victory speech to the audience at the scene and in front of the TV." "

Looking at the microphone in front of him, Mihawk said calmly: "All the swordsmen in the world who are interested in kendo and aspire to the strongest title - I will wait for you here." No matter how many years to come, I will wait for you in this strongest position. Come beyond my sword, surpass me. "

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