Pirates: Invincible At The Beginning

The hurricane formed by the shock wave lasted for two days and two nights.

During these two days, the sound of blades colliding on the island and the shock waves never stopped.

When the sun rises on the third day, the sky and the earth are golden.

The hurricane and sound that had been blasting outwards from the island stopped.

"Have you stopped?"

On the side of the island, on the boulder.

Ahua yawned, and they watched as long as the two of Sorata fought.

At first they were very excited, but as time went by, they gradually lost interest.

If it weren't for the sound of the collision of knives that kept ringing.

And the hurricane formed by the shock wave kept blowing, making the Liberty keep shaking. They had already returned to the Liberty and went to sleep.

In the past two days, they cooked on the temporary stove built on the shore.

"Ah Hua, go prepare some food!"

Kuina withdrew her gaze, her eyes were bloodshot. Among them, she was the one who looked the most seriously, and she was the only one who could truly see the strength and status of the opponents.

I have to say, "The number one swordsman in the world really deserves his reputation!"

From her point of view, Sorata was at a disadvantage from the very beginning. Although she fought Mihawk back and forth,... most of the time, Sorata was in a particularly dangerous situation.

Of course, based on her understanding of Sorata, as long as Sorata is unwilling, Mihawk will never hurt him even if he is twice as strong.

So although she was surprised by Mihawk's strength, she wasn't worried about Sorata at all.

She turned her head to look at A Hua, and said, "The two of them must be very hungry after fighting for so long, you go and prepare more food."

As he said that, he looked at A Tao and A Luo, "You two should help too!"

"To understanding!"

The three of Ahua turned their heads to look at Kuina, and quickly answered loudly.

Then he turned around, jumped aboard the Liberty, and headed for the kitchen.

With the truce between the two people in the middle of the island, the hurricane and waves gradually stopped.

Although the Liberty is still shaking at this time, it has already made people stand firm on it.

So cooking is still possible.

"Kalkalkalkalk!!"

Indigo grinned, looked back at the center of the island, turned to look at Kuina, and said with a smile: "Cooking? I'll help too! The captain's monster-like physique, two days of fighting must be a lot Food is enough to eat.”

"Ok!"

Kuina nodded, looked at Indigo, and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Kalekal!!"

Indigo waved his hand, turned and jumped into the boat.

Puff!

Puff!

Puff! !

into the kitchen.

In the middle of the island, the ground was originally covered with piles of rubble, but now there was not a single stone to be found.

The flat ground is covered with large and small potholes and countless cracks.

Some cracks go deep into the island and connect to the ocean, and the sea water is constantly surging outward through the cracks.

I believe that it won't be long before a strange central lake will be formed here.

The surrounding upright trees were all rounded and curved outwards. Even if the two stopped fighting at this time, these trees would always be fixed in a curved shape.

On the edge of a crack, Sorata bent over, and Zhan Kong stuck on the ground in front of him, while his hands were on the handle of Zhan Kong's knife, breathing heavily.

"Fighting this guy is exhausting."

Sorata looked up and stared at Mihawk with pleasure in his eyes.

But it's worth being tired, as he deserves to be the number one swordsman in the world, which has benefited him a lot.

Some of his slightly blunt sword skills have been greatly improved.

This kind of battle that requires a high degree of concentration all the time to deal with the slash that comes at any time, made him fight so happily for the first time since he went to sea.

Fighting Mihawk is much better than fighting Golden Lion and Kizaru.

Golden Lion was getting old, and although he pulled off the rudder behind, he was able to fight against him briefly and suppress him, but with his improvement and the decline of Golden Lion's physical strength, he could not give him pleasure in subsequent battles.

That guy Kizaru is not a pure swordsman, although he can fight swordsmanship with him, but most of the time he uses his fruit ability to deal with him, so there is no joy in fighting.

Mihawk is different. This guy is a pure swordsman. All confrontations are fierce collisions of knives. This kind of collision between pure swordsmen is like the collision of two passionate boxers. Blood boiling, full of joy.

But it's a little exhausting.

Mihawk's swordsmanship is indeed much better than him.

This is impossible. This guy's talent is the top in the world, and his age is at the peak. If he didn't have the monster-like physique bestowed by the spatial physique, he would never have been able to fight this guy for so long.

Many times, this guy's knife actually cut him.

If it weren't for the passive space layer defense on the surface of his body, he might have been injured long ago.

After resting for a while, Sorata gradually straightened out her breath and stopped panting so much.

He straightened his waist, exerted strength with his right hand, pulled out Zhan Kong, turned his wrist, and danced a saber flower.

Ding--!

Sheath the knife.

Then he tore off the wine gourd with his left hand, bent his thumb, hooked his nails around the mouth of the gourd, and flicked it upwards.

Boo-!

The cork popped open, and the aroma of the wine overflowed.

He raised the wine gourd, raised his head, and his throat kept moving.

Googoooooooooooooooooooooo !

"Huh~"

Sorata breathed out the smell of alcohol, the corners of her mouth split open, and she roared loudly: "Have fun!"

"Hahahahaha!!"

Then he looked down at Mihawk and laughed loudly: "You guys are really strong! It's really cool to compete with you."

"Do you want to have a bite?"

Saying so, Sorata put the stopper on the wine gourd, and threw it hard at Mihawk.

Mihawk stared at Sorata, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.

This battle not only made Sorata happy, but why didn't he too!

Although Sorata's swordsmanship is a bit inferior to his, but whether it is reaction speed, swing speed, or strength, it can be said that it is almost the same as him.

Such strength at such a young age.

So……

What about the future?

worth looking forward to.

In fact, he has always hoped that there will be someone who has the strength to seize his position as the number one in the world.

He didn't care too much about this position.

All he cares about is being able to have an opponent.

In the days without opponents, it was too boring and lonely.

Snapped--!

Mihawk took the wine gourd thrown by Sorata, flicked off the cork, imitating Sorata's appearance, and didn't mind whether there was any saliva left by Sorata just drinking on the mouth of the gourd.

He raised his head and took a few sips.

Then he put down the wine gourd, a blush flashed across his face, he stared at Sorata, and laughed loudly.

"Hahahahaha!!"

This was the first time in so many years that he laughed so happily.

It was also the first time in so many years that he was so happy.

Sorata is his other opponent on the sword path after Shanks, and of course, he is also a confidant.

From now on, we are more friends.

Is it possible not to feel happy and happy when you make a good friend?

He threw the wine gourd back to Sorata, then stepped aside, picked up the wine red coat that was on the ground, shook off the dust on it, and put it on his body.

Then he took off the hat hanging on the branch, put it on his head, and returned to the appearance of the world's number one swordsman.

Sorata watched Mihawk come over, hung the wine gourd around his waist, and put his hand around his shoulder.

He turned around, faced the rising sun, and headed towards the Liberty on the side of the island.

The figures of the two of them were illuminated by the morning light, and the shadows behind them stretched out to the elders, like two sharp swords.

Intersect each other.