One Piece: Kaido the Beast Playing House

Chapter 524 Black Knife·Night

"Oh my, I didn't expect there would be so many people."

Borsalino put his hands on the awning and looked at the dense crowd on the island. He was surprised that so many people came just because Mihawk published a sentence in the newspaper.

"Bang!" "Ah!"

Just as Borsalino was speaking, a person flew over his head with a scream, and there was an obvious open wound on the person's chest, obviously he was chopped.

"Who else! Come on! You rubbish! I am the greatest swordsman in the world! You are all rubbish! Where is that guy named Mihawk! You are so arrogant! Come and compete with me!"

Not far away, a guy with a strong back and waist, carrying a huge and amazing sword, stood there and shouted. It must be said that this guy's image is still quite intimidating, but it's a pity that he can only intimidate ordinary people. Although there are a few people who praise him and a few who are afraid and avoid him, the truly capable people don't even look at him. This kind of person is the kind of person who has only courage and is not a real swordsman at all.

What really surprised Borsalino was the few old guys sitting on the other side. They all looked like old men next door, and they should be enjoying their old age, but the sword intent emanating from them was more frightening than the other. What happened around them didn't affect them at all, and they were still chatting there leisurely.

"Oh my, even this old monster was alarmed, it's really scary."

Although Borsalino said it lightly, he was serious this time. In terms of strength alone, Borsalino was not afraid of these people, but if it was just about swordsmanship, these people could indeed threaten him, or even surpass him, especially the guy at the back who was sleeping with a bamboo pole in his arms. He looked like he had nothing to do with it, but the vague sword intent showed his strength. Borsalino began to wonder if the guy named Mihawk could take on this challenge?

After two or three hours, the protagonist finally appeared. People began to get off the ship of the Whitebeard Pirates one after another. Borsalino saw many familiar faces in it, including "Phoenix" Marco, "Flower Sword" Vista and Izo, and the one leading the way was the initiator of this project, "Hawkeye" - Jorako Mihawk.

Of course, these are not the most attractive things for Borsalino. The most attractive thing for Borsalino is what Mihawk is carrying on his back. The Navy has long known what Mihawk's weapon is. Night, one of the Twelve Supreme Works, is coveted by countless people. However, Borsalino found that the weapon Mihawk was carrying behind him was different. The originally clean and transparent weapon became extremely black at this moment, just like the dark night sky. At the same time, it was dark, but it also had a hint of light, just like the stars in the night sky.

"Armament Haki? If you wrap the blade now, won't it consume too much? Wait, no, this is not just Armament Haki."

Borsalino looked at Night, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. There were many people who had the same expression as him, especially those who had some strength. The greed in their eyes when they looked at Night slowly turned into doubt, while some people slowly turned into excitement and even fanaticism.

"I quit. There's no need to compete. I'm not your opponent."

The old swordsman holding a green bamboo stick, who was being watched by Borsalino, stepped forward and said.

"But before I quit, I want to ask you, how long did it take you to master this method from knowing it to mastering it."

The old swordsman looked at Mihawk and asked.

"Four years, it took four years from knowing it to mastering it, and another year to consolidate it completely."

Although the old swordsman's words were vague, Mihawk knew what he meant and answered very seriously. He could feel the sword intent of the old swordsman. The other party was not a mediocre person, but a real swordsman senior who deserved respect.

"Four years, just four years. I have practiced all my life but failed. You succeeded in practicing in just four years. The young are formidable. Thank you for your help. Can you allow me to watch the battle? Although I can't practice, I can admire the style of the black knife. It's worth my life. Ahahaha!" The old swordsman laughed, but his laughter made the whole audience quiet down. "Black knife" is a familiar yet unfamiliar word. As long as the swordsman knows a little about swordsmanship, he will know about various famous swords, and there are black knives among these weapons, such as the most popular one, the sword of the dragon-slaying warrior Longma - Black Knife Qiushui. But in the mouth of the old swordsman, this black knife does not seem to be made, on the contrary, it is cultivated, which makes many people feel that their worldview has been impacted. "Of course, please take a seat, senior." Faced with the other party's politeness, Mihawk naturally would not reach out to hit the laughing man's face, and said very respectfully. "Alas, in swordsmanship, there is no such thing as seniors or not. Those who are strong are seniors. Your strength is above mine, so you are naturally a senior. I am just a little older, but I have age but no corresponding strength. Your calling me a senior makes people laugh at me." Facing Mihawk's politeness, the old swordsman waved his hand and said very honestly, then he sat down next to the arena, ready to watch the battle up close.

At this moment, Borsalino also remembered what the so-called black knife was. It was a legend among swordsmen. Although he was not a serious swordsman, he knew something about it. It was a skill that only a true swordsman could do. Through the nourishment of domineering and constant sword Zen and communication with the sharp blade in his hand, he finally reached the point of unity. At that moment, he could have the legendary black knife. At this time, even if he did not actively use domineering, he could use the black knife to achieve the same or even stronger effect. However, this kind of thing was extremely difficult. In addition to the few black knives in the world that told this legend, Borsalino had never seen a swordsman with such ability. Today, the night behind Mihawk, no, it should be said that the black knife night, really let Borsalino know that this was not a legend.

"Are you going to fight or not? Didn't you say you were here to compete for the title of the greatest swordsman in the world? Why are you all dithering? That old man! What are you talking about? Black knife or not, can it withstand my sword? Hahahaha!"

The strong man at the beginning carried his oversized sword blade, looked at the expressions of the people around him, and shouted loudly with dissatisfaction. He didn't know what black knife was, but up to now, he had met so many swordsmen, none of them could withstand three of his swords. He was the greatest swordsman in the world. This so-called Mihawk, who was thin and small, looked like a TV actor. What kind of ability could he have? And that old man was nagging there. I came here to compete, not to write poetry. Why did he say so much?

"Haha, it seems someone is getting impatient. Indeed, it's been a bit long. But my friend, since this is a competition for the world's greatest swordsman, shouldn't we ensure the strength of the contestants? I think it's better for those who are just filling in the numbers not to participate, so as not to pollute everyone's eyes, right?"

The old swordsman, who was originally very happy, suddenly stood up and said to Mihawk. Although his words were all said to Mihawk, everyone could hear who he was referring to, except for a few people.

"That's right, those who don't want to fight, get out of here quickly! Don't dither, come on! Isn't it a competition? Just chop! Whoever is left standing will be stronger, right?"

The big man was still shouting, but this time, everyone around him silently retreated, but the big man didn't feel anything wrong at all. He still thought that this was because he was strong enough and everyone was afraid of him. He laughed even more wildly, looking arrogant.

Mihawk saw this and shook his head helplessly. He was a man who loved pomp and face. He couldn't stand such a disruptive and incompetent guy. However, since the old swordsmen had given him face, it didn't matter if he gave way. Mihawk stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation to the old swordsman. The old swordsman smiled when he saw Mihawk's action. The next moment, everyone heard the rustling sound like the breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, and the voice of the big man who was still laughing just now stopped at this moment.

"I remember that the old man was a famous swordsman forty years ago, Cuizhu-Zhusheng."

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