Mihawk's Shock
Hawk-Eye Mihawk stood like a mountain, his black robes fluttering slightly in the wind, his golden eyes coldly surveying the three people before him.
An invisible sword pressure, like a giant wave, enveloped the entire dense forest, making even the air seem to be Cut by sharp blades.
Zoro's blood was boiling within him, but his hand gripping the sword remained as steady as a rock.
"Hawk-Eye..." he murmured, a slow grin spreading across his face, his fighting spirit erupting like a volcano.
"Hawk-Eye Jora Mihawk — the World's Greatest Swordsman, the man who stands at the pinnacle of all swordsmen!!"
Kuina's breathing quickened at that moment, and her slender fingertips tightened slightly on the hilt of the knife.
Her eyes were filled with shock and awe. "This is... the man in the world who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship..."
Chopper had already shrunk behind the two, trembling and his voice shaking. "Whoa... what... what kind of terrifying aura is this..."
Mihawk's gaze swept indifferently over Zoro and Kuina, a hint of surprise flashing in his hawk-like eyes.
"Under the pressure of my sword intent..."
"He can still maintain his fighting spirit? No wonder Roy has his eye on him."
After a brief silence, Zoro suddenly took a step forward!
"Clang--!"
Three swords were drawn simultaneously, their cold light flashing, pointing directly at Mihawk.
Zoro's eyes burned like fire, and his low growl pierced the deathly silence, "I am Roronoa Zoro!"
My goal is to become the World's Greatest Swordsman!
"Come and fight me!"
Mihawk slightly raised his eyes, his gaze calm and unwavering. "The Navy's little swordsman... do you know who you're challenging?"
"Enough with the nonsense!" Zoro gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his arms, his fighting spirit surging. "If you don't even have the courage to challenge, what are you talking about dreams for!"
Kuina glanced at Zoro, a slight tremor running through her heart.
Mihawk remained silent for a long time, then a hint of a smile suddenly appeared in his golden eyes, "Interesting."
The next moment, he reached out and took the small cross-shaped knife hanging on his chest.
The blade, no longer than a finger, reflected a cold, sharp light in the sunlight.
Mihawk casually gripped the knife. "To deal with you... this is enough."
Zoro's pupils suddenly contracted, and veins bulged on his forehead.
He could sense the undisguised contempt, but he didn't back down at all; on the contrary, his fighting spirit intensified!
"You look down on me... Great!!"
He suddenly lowered his body, his three knives crisscrossing, assuming an offensive stance.
A gust of wind rose from beneath his feet, sending fallen leaves swirling in the air.
"Then let me see..."
Just how strong is the World's Strongest swordsman?!
"Whoosh--!"
Zoro stomped his feet, and the ground instantly cracked!
"Three-Sword Style: Oni Giri!" The sword burst forth with thunderous Sky Splitter. The violent sword pressure swept through the dense forest like a dragon's roar, its sharp edge aimed directly at Mihawk!
Mihawk remained expressionless, merely raising his hand slightly and gently flicking the small cross-shaped knife hanging on his chest with his fingertips.
"Clang!!"
The clanging of metal was like a thunderous explosion, sending dust flying through the forest!
Kuina and Chopper saw it in disbelief--
Zoro's three powerful slashes were actually blocked by a small, almost toy-like cross-shaped short sword!
"Varied...?!"
"How is this possible?! A sword of this size... how could it possibly block my full-force strike?!"
Zoro's pupils dilated violently, veins bulged on his arms, and he desperately pressed down on his sword like a raging beast, yet he remained completely still.
Mihawk's expression remained indifferent, but inwardly he cursed, "This strength?! This guy's power is completely unlike that of a young swordsman!!"
"The strength is acceptable," he said calmly, his expression remaining impassive, "But the technique is still too rough."
Before he could finish speaking, Mihawk flicked his wrist, and the short sword instantly unleashed tremendous force.
"Bang!!"
Zoro was thrown backward by the force of the impact, crashing into several large trees before finally coming to a stop!
Dirt flew everywhere, and wood chips were scattered all over the ground.
"Zoro!!" Chopper cried out and rushed forward.
However, Zoro merely spat out the blood from the corner of his mouth, his fighting spirit burning even brighter. "Again!!"
He charged forward again, his Haki clinging to the blade, and the "Three-Sword Style: Ultimate Tiger Hunt!" suddenly erupted!
The sharp blade wind transformed into Spiral, sweeping in with the force to tear through the mountains and forests!
"Clang! Clang! Clang--!"
Mihawk swung his short sword repeatedly, instantly and accurately parrying every attack from Zoro.
However, unlike the beginning --
With each collision, Mihawk's arm trembled slightly, and a sense of alarm gradually rose in his heart:
"The speed has increased... and the power is continuously increasing..."
This green-haired kid's swordsmanship is so imposing?!
The two swords clashed, sparks flew, and the clang of their blades echoed through the forest like thunder!
The clash between the short sword and the three long swords did not result in a one-sided crushing defeat; instead, it ignited an increasingly ferocious fighting spirit!
"Hah!" Zoro roared, unleashing his full Haki, and his next strike almost Sky Splitter!
Mihawk's gaze sharpened; he was finally getting serious.
The short blade traced an uncanny arc, its pressure transforming into an invisible edge to meet the attack.
"Clang--!"
The two forces collided, causing a fierce wind to howl throughout the dense forest! Trees snapped in unison, and deep sword marks appeared on the ground!
Mihawk's eyes finally sharpened, and a long-dormant fighting spirit tugged at the corners of his lips. "Not bad..."
"Clang!!"
After the final collision, Zoro and Mihawk stopped simultaneously.
Dust settled slowly around them, and only their rapid breathing could be heard in the forest.
Mihawk glanced down at the slightly trembling cross-shaped knife in his hand, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly chuckled softly.
"It seems... I underestimated you."
"Boy, you've earned the right to make me draw my real sword."
The next moment,
"Zheng--"
The Black Blade was drawn, instantly slicing through the air!
The sharp pressure of the sword spread like a sudden storm, and the entire forest seemed to be engulfed in a silent tsunami, with even the wind suppressed and unable to move.
"Boom!!"
The earth began to crack, the surrounding trees fell silently, and even the distant waves seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force.
Kuina's eyes widened in shock. "Is this... the sword pressure of the World's Greatest Swordsman...?"
Just standing here, I feel like I'm being Cut invisible blades; my whole body is completely immobilized..."
Chopper was so terrified that he collapsed to the ground, trembling, "Waaah... That was... so scary! I can't even breathe..."
Zoro did not retreat an inch.
His feet were planted firmly on the ground, three knives were crossed in front of him, and the smile on his face became more and more unrestrained!
"Ha ha--!"
"That's more like it!!"
His eyes burned as he stared intently at Mihawk: "Has the World's Strongest swordsman finally decided to draw his real sword?!"
Mihawk held the Black Blade "Night" horizontally in front of him, its blade reflecting a cold, icy light that seemed capable of devouring all light.
A sharp glint flashed in his golden eyes, and he responded in a low voice:
"That's right... There are only a handful of swordsmen who can make me draw my sword."
"Roronoa Zoro!"
Mihawk's voice was deep and rumbling, like rolling thunder. "You are now qualified to truly fight me."
The two swords clashed in the air, their invisible sharpness intertwining to form an unseen storm that whipped up large swaths of fallen leaves and dust!
All the Baboons and Beast in the forest lay prostrate on the ground, too afraid to move, and even their breathing ceased.
At this moment, it seemed as if the entire world consisted of only two swordsmen facing off.