Pirate’s Ripple Admiral

The two slashes were approaching, at the moment when they were about to collide.

There seemed to be faint ripples flashing in the air, and the dark golden sword aura flickered faintly, and then merged with the Slash Wave, silently appearing behind Mihawk's sword aura.

In Mihawk's surprised eyes, the two slashes staggered past, and there was no picture of the imaginary cancellation after the collision.

"No, Feiyu Tornado!"

In an unexpected move, the dark golden sword aura came to Mihawk in a blink of an eye, but was blocked by Mihawk in time.

But he didn't avoid Garner's subsequent blow.

Garner, who had been prepared for a long time, swung his sword away from Mihawk's sword aura, and then slashed out with a more violent posture.

"One sword style · Kamui · Yaegaki."

Today, Garner's slashes are not as powerful as they were two years ago. The extremely violent power vented from his hands, and the domineering and fierce eight swords slashed towards Mihawk.

In the air, the Eight Dao Sword Qi traveled in a wonderful trajectory, faintly, the front Sword Qi was covering the back four Dao Sword Qi.

When he came in front of Mihawk, the four sword qi behind him came first, and cut his head towards Mihawk.

"Ding ding ding ding."

Mihawk was not in danger, Feiyu picked up four sword auras in his hand calmly and powerfully. Before he could catch his breath, the four sword auras behind suddenly accelerated and merged into a larger sword aura in the air.

"boom."

Mihawk did not block the burst of sword energy, and was heavily bombarded from a distance of 100 meters, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

he is hurt!

"Swordsmanship and speed are not inferior to me, because of the difference in size, strength is slightly weaker than me, Armament Haki is indistinguishable from me, Observation Haki is a lot worse than me."

Garna secretly analyzed the gap between Mihawk and himself.

"Hey, what a black-haired boy, he can even tie the major."

"What a tie, obviously the major is about to win, okay."

"That is, although this young man is not weak, I still believe that the major will win the final victory."

"Dracule Mihawk, I have never heard of his name in this sea. Is it a pirate?"

The fierce battle attracted many discussions among Marines on the warships on the sea.

The battle on the island is still going on.

Mihawk was wounded and flew out, but it was wounded and not chaotic. The moment he landed, he swung a sword gas in the direction of Garna, trying to stop Garna from pursuing and killing.

Garna stood on the spot, and then split the oncoming sword energy.

"You are injured, do you want to fight?"

"Of course, isn't it normal for a swordsman to be injured in a battle? I won't stop swinging my sword before I fall."

"Then go ahead."

"Feather sword · Gyūki."

"Swallows fly."

Two violent slashes collided violently.

A violent wave of air erupted in the air, wantonly venting, but was blocked by Armament Haki around the two.

Two black figures jumped up at the same time, and slammed together in the air.

......

"Monsters, both are monsters!"

"This has been fighting for a long time, right? Can you continue to fight?"

"It's terrifying! If you continue to fight like this, this island won't sink, right?"

"Hurry up, helmsman, drive the warship farther away, I think it's a bit unsafe here, stay away!"

Looking at the two figures that had hit the island in the distance from the coast, all the Marines on the warship looked into the distance with a little dull eyes, muttering to themselves.

After half a day of fighting, the battle between the two not only failed to tell the outcome, but it became more fierce.

The rock layers around the island were almost sinking by the violent force.

"Huh, huh."

"call."

After fighting with high intensity for a long time, even with the superhuman stamina of the two, they felt a little tired.

Mihawk was injured earlier, physically inferior to Garner, and he was even more tired at this time.

Although tired, the eyes of both of them are full of radiance. As swordsmen, of course, only in a close battle can they discover their own shortcomings, absorb the strengths of their opponents, and make their own swordsmanship greatly improved.

"Mihawk, your breathing is messed up."

Garna said quietly.

Due to injury, high-intensity combat and interference from Garner's wave ability, Mihawk's physical recovery seems to be gradually unable to keep up with the consumption.

The battle between swordsmen is sometimes closer to the assassination of the assassin, and the emphasis is on the one-hit kill and the quick resolution of the battle.

In a duel between masters, sometimes only a few strokes are the result.

Except in very rare cases, few swordsmen can fight like Garner and Mihawk for most of the day.

Being able to fight Garna for so long, it can only be said that Mihawk's physical abilities are already extremely outstanding, and the average swordsman at his age may not be able to have his dazzling performance.

In contrast, Garna, who has been trained by Garp for half a year of the devil, and eats dragon scale fruit, is better than Mihawk in terms of physical fitness and strength.

"Yes, Garna, you are very strong," Mihawk answered, breathing as quietly as possible. "Very strong, stronger than ever."

"Among the opponents I have encountered, whether it's kendo or fruit ability, you are the worthy number one."

"However, I won't give up easily. Next, this trick, be careful. If you can, come and defeat me, Garner!"

After speaking, Mihawk left foot in front and right foot in back, standing in front of his chest with knives in both hands, and Armament Haki slowly retreated on the flying feathers.

"The realm of Jian Hao is to listen to the breath of steel and reach the realm of cutting iron. And all things breathe, the breath of wind, have you heard it?"

"Flying Snow·Windbird."

Feiyu swung out, a breeze curled up at the tip of the knife, and snowflakes faintly scattered.

While the snowflakes were dancing, Feiyu's blade was hidden in the snowflakes. The next moment, as if traveling through time and space, Feiyu's blade suddenly appeared in front of Garna.

As if the breeze was blowing on his face, he came to Garna softly and swiftly, and he couldn't even catch the flying feather's trajectory even by seeing and hearing.

"boom."

Although unable to capture the traces of Feather, relying on the intuition of the swordsman, Garna raised the Three-day Moon Zong approach, and at the moment of his death, he stood in front of his chest.

A strong air wave erupted like a roar of thunder.

Garner still blocked Mihawk's unpredictable sword.

"despair."

A drop of blood slipped from Garna’s face. Although it blocked the sword, the mysterious trajectory and the explosion of sword energy still could not be completely offset. The subtle sword energy struck Garna’s face and still caused him. Hurt.

"Haha, interesting, Mihawk, this trick actually broke through the sense of seeing and hearing. Given time, unless you can foresee the future, there are only a handful of people who can block your sword."

Garna laughed and didn't mind the harm Mihawk caused to himself.

"Then, take me one more trick, Garna."

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