Pirate: Master Of Hueco Mundo

"What kind of monster are you?"

Mihawk and Nnoitra were in a stalemate, their blades shaking and creaking.

"Oh?" Nnoitra smiled contemptuously, "Do you humans like to call people who are stronger than you monsters?"

"You're not human." Mihawk said calmly. "You don't have a human soul. That can't escape me."

"Does it matter what I am? You don't need to know what I am, and you don't need to remember my name. You just need to remember the feel of my blade piercing your body, human!"

Nnoitra's sickle blade, which was blocked by Mihawk, suddenly extended, like a living creature, and stabbed straight at his back.

"EX..."

In the nick of time, Mihawk dodges the blade and distances himself from Nnoitra.

"What the hell is going on with that sickle..."

"Ha! Aren't you a swordsman? Is it your usual style to run away blindly?" Nnoitra mocked. "A good pace, is it stepping on the ground at a high frequency in an instant to achieve the effect of high-speed movement?"

"Monster..." Mihawk sighed, "It is said that the speed of 'shaved' is invisible to the human naked eye. People who don't know the six styles can see through the footwork of 'shaved' at once.

"Our Arrancar also has its own unique space movement footwork." Nnoitra sneered.

Buzz! With a muffled thought, Nnoitra's figure disappeared from Mihawk's sight.

"It's called ringing."

When he reappeared, he was within half a meter of Mihawk.

Almost at the same moment, four sickles cut towards Mihawk from four directions respectively.

rub!

Two scythes fell on the black knife, and two other blades literally fell on Mihawk's shoulders and stomach. Blood spurted out in an instant and scattered around the feet of the two.

"Interesting," Nnoitra laughed, "is this some kind of special defense technique? It's not cut in half by my scythe, it's only cut so shallow."

Nnoitra withdrew his scythe and looked at Mihawk disdainfully, and Mihawk pulled away again.

"It's too boring, human. You can't please me at all. Although I don't know how you did the defensive technique just now, but increasing the hardness of the body should prevent you from moving freely after using it? I'm sorry. His prey is not interested."

"Did you let me escape on purpose..." Mihawk covered the wound on his shoulder, "Even if you use the 'Iron Body' you learned from Marine, you still get such a deep wound, damn it

"This is your last chance. I'll kill you with the next blow. Either you take my blade with all your might and show me your hidden power, if you have one. Otherwise, prove that you have Without the strength to please me, you have no need to live." Nnoitra said.

Mihawk settled down and took a deep breath.

"Useless fear is useless... Although I don't know the details of this monster, but the fact that it uses four scythes at the same time... Four-sword style swordsmen have faced off before. Let him be regarded as a monster who uses four scythes. Human beings with swordsmanship, in order to find a breakthrough point...

Haki gradually converged on Mihawk's black knife, the air current rubbed against the blade, and the black knife made a "woo-woo" sound.

"drink!"

Accompanied by a roar, a broad green knife aura ejected from the black knife. Nnoitra propped up his sickle to block, and at the moment when the saber energy collided with the sickle, Mihawk, holding a black knife, had already rushed in front of Nnoitra.

rub!

A slash cut through Nnoitra's four scythes simultaneously.

"What's the matter....It was only cut once, but why is my sickle shaking, as if I was cut dozens of times at the same time..."

The saber qi climbed up the sickle along the blade of the black knife, and flowed on the sickle.

"found it!"

Mihawk opened his eyes, raised the black knife with green light, and slashed heavily on the leftmost sickle of Nnoitra.

0*

With the sound of metal breaking, the head of the sickle snapped off, and the blade flew far away and stuck on the ground.

silence.

"Unexpectedly, give me my sickle..." Nnoitra couldn't believe that his sickle was actually broken by this human being.

"The so-called swordsman is not only a master of swordsmanship, but also a good knowledge of the sword itself." Mihawk said, "Just now I mixed Haki and sword energy, and wrapped it around my black sword. The two forces interact with each other. Collision, violently rubbing the blades in contact, although there is only one cut, but the effect is like cutting dozens of knives in an instant."

"Interesting little trick. But even if you cut a hundred knives, my sickle should not break."

"As I said, a swordsman must know the sword itself well. As a monster, you don't know it. There will be wounds on any weapon. Those wounds are invisible to the naked eye, but after the strong shock of the first blow just now , My hand has already found the wound of your sickle through the feedback feedback. Then I concentrated my strength on one point and slashed at the wound...

"Hmph," Nnoitra smiled disdainfully, "a silly trick."

He threw it casually, and threw the broken sickle on the ground. Then he stretched that arm straight forward, and a pitch-black iron bang suddenly sprang out from the gap in the arm's exoskeleton, and then a huge sharp blade emerged from the iron bang with a "crack". A brand new scythe was in Nnoitra's hand again.

"I felt the blade stretched just now, is it because of this... Mihawk said in surprise.

"That's it. I don't understand swordsman or swordsmanship. My sickle is a part of my body. It's just a tool for me to enjoy hunting.

Nnoitra held up four sickles and leaped high. The blade of the scythe reflected a dazzling light, heading straight for Mihawk.

"End it all, little human!".