Pirate: I Loaded The Game Panel

The sea breeze is pleasant, the sun is shining, and it is clearly a sunny and peaceful day.

In Shanks' heart, there was a cold feeling like falling into an ice cave.

"It shouldn't be looking at me... just nodding to Mihawk... After all, the two of them are also opponents in the finals... Then again, do you want to leave first... There's nothing to do here anyway. something happened..."

Shanks lowered his head sharply and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, as if chanting a scripture in a low voice.

Even Mihawk and Beckman, who were standing on the side with a keen sense of perception, couldn't hear what he was talking about.

"Shanks?"

Beckman stretched out his hand and lightly pressed it on his captain's shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Shanks bounced like a convulsion as if he had encountered some kind of frightening incident.

"Bei, Beckman!"

Shanks shouted, and then reacted to the situation.

"What's matter?"

"The semi-finals are over and the audience is exiting."

Beckman first pointed to the surrounding situation, and then looked at his captain with some concern.

"Are you all right?"

"Ha-ha-ha - what can I do."

Shanks laughed dryly, pretending nothing happened.

Mihawk glanced at Shanks suspiciously.

After the swordsmanship showdown between the two ended yesterday, Mihawk resolutely followed the direction Shanks left, regardless of his exhausted body, out of wanting to know some thoughts on "white face".

After walking for a while, he found that Shanks and the group of strangely-shaped guys actually walked into a luxurious restaurant.

When consciousness comes.

Mihawk was surprised to find that he was already sitting beside Shanks.

The two were hooking their shoulders on their backs, and the right hands that originally held their swords were each holding a glass of strong wine and fighting each other.

This straw hat seems to have a very terrifying and demagogic power...

Mihawk originally regarded Shanks as a great swordsman on the same level as himself, and planned to continue to fight the opponent with swordsmanship if he had time in the future until the moment when the winner was completely decided.

But now it seems that there is something wrong with this straw hat boy's brain...

"Both people on stage have already left."

Mihawk pointed to the ring and then to the empty ring.

"We—no, it's me and you—no, I'm leaving too!"

"let's go!"

Shanks stepped forward and took Mihawk's shoulders.

"I won't be drunk today!"

Mihawk followed Shanks' strength and took two steps before asking with hindsight.

"……what?!"

"In three or four days, you're going to have a duel with the white-faced face that looks very infiltrating. If you don't drink at this time, when will you drink?"

Shanks' words seem to be righteous, but in fact they are nonsense.

"On the day of the finals, I will come to cheer for you!"

"Thank you, but..."

Mihawk expressed his gratitude, and planned to temporarily leave the Red Hair Pirates and return to the previous chapel alone to recover from the fatigue caused by yesterday's duel with Shanks.

But before he could finish speaking, Shanks interrupted him.

"Drink! Drink! Have a party!"

Shanks grabbed his hands and shouted a few words.

"Anyway, let's eat first and then talk about it!"

...

Time flies, and the four days are fleeting.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the finals of the Sword Trial Tournament.

It's a pity that Tiangong is not beautiful, the weather is extremely gloomy, and the dark clouds are as thick as iron.

The sea breeze is cold, and the moving air is mixed with the smell of wet sea water, indicating that the rainstorm is coming.

But the bad weather did not affect the excitement of the melon eaters on Niaoshan Island.

Learn the lessons of the swordsmanship battle between Mihawk and Shanks, and estimate the strength of "White Face".

The organizer of the Sword Trial Conference limited the venue for the final to the top of an isolated peak on the island.

Although a lot of viewing seats have been temporarily remodeled, the organizers recommend that the audience stay in a safe area on the island and watch the final through the broadcast of the video phone bug.

As for those spectators who are not afraid of death, the organizers will not prevent them from going to the Lone Peak to watch.

Above the solitary peak, the ground is flat and the field of vision is wide.

On the north side of the peak stood a huge boulder, on which the final prize of the Sword Trial Conference was inserted upside down.

The golden straight-edged hilt stands out, with a large number of strange patterns engraved on it, symmetrically dotted with more than ten round gems shining with precious light.

The incomparably huge blade is as white as snow, and there is hardly a trace of mottled color. Only the blade pattern of the chaotic blade and the heavy flower T-shaped can be seen a little.

This is the Big Fast Knife Twenty-One Worker, White Knife, Night!

Wearing the [Void Face], Adrian stood on the right side, facing Mihawk in the air.

After a few days of absence, this extreme swordsman who is almost unparalleled in swordsmanship seems to have increased his aura.

But that's not surprising.

After all, he has experienced the top duel with Shanks, and has been fully renovated for several days to digest the previous combat experience.

With Mihawk's talent and talent, if his strength does not increase, there will be problems.

Mihawk's incomparably sharp eyes first stayed on the impenetrable [Void] for a moment, and then fell on the samurai sword worn by the opponent's right waist.

If it were the others, they might also ignore such trivial things.

But he is also a great swordsman with top strength, and he is also known as "Eagle Eye" for his excellent eyesight.

Mihawk naturally won't ignore Adrian's weapon replacement.

That's right!

In a few days, with the "white face" defeating the opponent step by step, the gorgeous scabbard good and fast sword that entered the finals has been quietly transformed into another scabbard with purple and white. Great sharp knife with a hilt!

Mihawk narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was extremely cold, like the blade of a sharp sword.

"Twenty-One Workers of the Big Fast Sword, Demon Sword, Second Generation Ghost."

As a great swordsman, how could Mihawk fail to recognize the famous sword that was worn by Adrian's waist? !

And with the help of this famous sword, Mihawk also completely locked the true identity of [White Face].

The Demon Sword Ghost is the exclusive weapon of the [White Ghost]!

Adrian slowly pulled out the second-generation ghost and held it in his hands. The blade with the chaotic flame pattern showed a careful and uniform dark color.

Face the final battle to the top of the world's greatest swordsman.

In the end, the white ghost chose the black knife, the second generation ghost to accompany him for a longer time!

But now take off the vest...

It is impossible!

"Second generation ghost? That's the legendary demon sword~"

Adrian's tone was almost the same as Mihawk's tone when he questioned him as a white ghost half a month ago.

Thank you very much for the 500 starting point reward of "Sleeping God Like the Wind"! !