Pirate’s Holy Light Swordsman

Chapter 150 The bottleneck of the great swordsman (1010 first order)

"What's wrong? Mihawk! Go on!"

It has been three days and three nights since Wright and Mihawk's sword-fighting duel.

Wright became more and more excited as he fought, and Mihawk also felt Wright's progress and looked forward to it more and more.

In the past three days, there has not been a raised building near the duel venue - it is good to be chopped into slag, and more have been chopped into powder!

The thick ashes filled the slash marks on the ground, creating a plain!

Wright's suit had already been cut with countless wounds, and the rag-like suit had been thrown away by Wright, revealing his strong muscles.

Perfect and flawless!

The slash of the world's greatest swordsman did not leave a single scar!

And the coat of justice...

Cough... With Wright's heart of justice at this level, the justice coat will not even be damaged, let alone dropped!

"..."

Mihawk breathed a sigh of relief. He was as strong as the world's greatest swordsman, and felt powerless against a young strongman like Wright.

"I can see that you are now at a bottleneck - the high-intensity duel in the past few days has released your long-term accumulation."

Mihawk carried Black Knife Night on his back: "Your ability is really suitable for training. According to your previous level of swordsmanship, there is no healing ability, and you can fight me for at most half an hour!"

"Haha, that's true." Wright mentioned "Ashes" and put it in front of his eyes to take a closer look, and sighed: "As expected of the strongest black knife Ye, my "Ashes" also benefited a lot!"

"Being under such pressure, Ashes can predictably enter the ranks of the Great Swordsman in the near future."

"Wright, you may be able to enter the realm of a great swordsman in just a few months."

Mihawk now regards Wright as an opponent of the same level—a peer of the same level as pure swordsmanship. In terms of comprehensive strength, Wright can already fight Mihawk before.

Witnessing the birth of a great swordsman with his own eyes is undoubtedly one of the few things that makes him very excited for Mihawk, who has been in a bit of a high place since Shanks broke an arm.

"By your auspicious words, now I only feel... There are countless insights that I want to burst out. If we continue to fight, it may delay the digestion and processing of these insights."

Wright solemnly gave Mihawk a swordsman etiquette: "As a swordsman, I would like to thank you for your guidance and stop in time!"

Mihawk stepped aside, shook his head and said seriously: "You have a pious respect for swordsmanship and have a powerful fruit ability, but you are willing to use pure swordsmanship to fight against me."

"The reason you can progress so quickly is because of your solid foundation - you just don't have a lot of pressure to convert your heritage into strength. I just play a role in pressure."

"I look forward to your fight with me after you break through the realm of the great swordsman!"

"Of course, I'm looking forward to it too!"

"Okay, I haven't eaten for three days...Aren't you hungry?" Mihawk walked towards the castle, and the mighty Great Swordsman's footsteps seemed a little vain.

"Speaking of which...it seems to be true. Being full of energy and being hungry are two different things." Wright followed up: "Do you want to invite me to dinner?"

"The vegetables I planted... I haven't watered it for so long, it seems that it's all over!"

"It doesn't matter, just have meat!"

"... cook by yourself!"

...

After successfully eating the meal of the world's largest swordsman, Wright was content with Mihawk's shocked eyes, turned into a ray of golden light and sent it back to the office of the Navy Headquarters.

"Huh? I seem to have forgotten something..."

Wright, who was sitting on the large chair in the office, thought for a while: "Oh! Those baboons! They were so excited that they forgot to catch a few..."

"Forget it, next time you go, bring the lightcasting road sign over there. Presumably Mihawk will not object to me picking (sao) against (rao) him at any time, right?"

After changing clothes, taking a bath and getting a good night's sleep, Wright came to Sengoku's office.

"Yo! Warring States old man, I'm back!"

"Huh? Who did you fight? A soldier saw you 'ragged and bare-chested'..."

Warring States pushed the toad mirror, admiring the little bastard's deflated expression: "Aren't you very image-conscious? It's so miserable this time?"

Wright turned blue - which bastard reported that? Back to catch Shen Hai!

"cough……"

Wright coughed and said sternly: "Old man in the Warring States period, this is all because of your intelligence..."

"What 'a group of not weak armed forces'... It's just killing people!"

"Kraikana Island, you can say it has armed forces...that's a group of baboons with super-intelligence who have learned to use weapons like humans!"

"..."

Sengoku's jaw was about to fall: "Baboon... Well, there is a problem with intelligence, and it's not impossible for a baboon with a high IQ to understand. But a group of baboons made you like that?!"

"Of course not!"

Wright quickly corrected: "There was a tricky guy on that island, and the navy didn't know it at all!"

"Who? The Navy should know?"

"King Xia Qiwuhai - the world's largest swordsman, Hawkeye, Joracol Mihawk! Shouldn't the navy know?"

"what!"

Sengoku was shocked: "That guy Mihawk, even if he joined Shichibukai, he has the temperament of ignoring the world's ZF and the navy... It's actually him!"

"Isn't this guy wandering around in his own way? Why did he find a place to live?"

"Probably feel bored."

Wright took aim at the senbei on the desk of the Warring States period. Recently, the old man Karp was away.

"This guy is growing vegetables himself, and his cooking skills are pretty good."

Touching a few senbei in his hand, Wright bit it up.

"...You had a fight with that guy? He invited you to dinner?"

Sengoku said incredulously - he knew how arrogant Mihawk was, so it seemed that Wright must have been approved by him.

"One? Heh... three days and three nights!"

Wright spared a hand to compare a number of "three", and said helplessly: "If it wasn't for my resilience, I'm afraid that with pure swordsmanship, I would not last under him for less than half an hour."

"The world's greatest swordsman, of course, is not made up out of thin air. Mihawk's swordsmanship is recognized as strong."

Warring States nodded, and said with relief: "However, Wright, you can already compete with Mihawk with your swordsmanship alone. It's not easy. What's the gain?"

"Well...the pressure is very good this time."

Wright let out a long sigh of relief: "I applied for a retreat to practice... um, I just meditate for a while without being disturbed."

"I think I have touched that threshold—the threshold leading to the realm of the 'Great Swordsman'!"

"If I can cross that threshold, my combat power will reach a new level, and I will have the opportunity to make rapid progress again!"