A Being Beyond the Limit?

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, where did you come from?" The Mole was completely bewildered. Wasn't Fleet Admiral Sengoku looking gloomy and very unhappy that they had come out to watch the battle? How did he end up here too?

"That's not important, don't worry about the details." Sengoku glared at the Mole, wondering why he hadn't noticed how talkative the Mole was before.

"By the way, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, what do you mean by 'surpassing the limits'?" Momousagi asked curiously.

"Ahem, as you all probably know, whether it's Body Technique, Haki, physique, or Devil Fruit Ability, there are limits."

"People like Akainu Aokiji, besides developing their Devil Fruit Ability to the limit, are also close to their Body Technique, so they are stronger than Kizaru. The reason why the Four Emperors can stand at the top of countless pirates is that they Rear Admiral two aspects of their abilities to the limit, making them so powerful that they have surpassed the human level."

"However, there is another kind of people. They are beings who have broken the limits of the world and are the strongest fighting force that truly stands at the top of the ocean."

"Breaking the limits of the world! Do such people really exist?" The Mole asked in disbelief, while the Momousagi seemed thoughtful.

"Of course there are! That bastard Garp is one, isn't he?"

"It's Vice Admiral Garp!" The Mole felt the lofty image he had painstakingly built up in his mind crumble instantly.

"No wonder, when I sparred with Garp before, I felt that his power seemed inexhaustible," Momousagi said in Ohm.

"Besides Vice Admiral Garp, who else has broken this limit?" the Mole asked again, like a curious child.

"Among the Navy, I know Garp and former Fleet Admiral 'Steel Bone' Kong. As for the others, I have high hopes for Akainu. Although I don't quite agree with his ideology, his will is indeed the most likely to break through the limits."

"I don't know much about the 'government,' but as for pirates, there's Whitebeard, Golden Lion, and Redfield. Now, perhaps we can add Nightmare to the list."

"Wait, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, does the Golden Lion really possess combat power beyond the limit? When I fought him in the Golden City last time, he didn't seem much stronger than me, did he?" Momousagi pressed.

"These people are indeed powerful, but not as exaggerated as you imagine. If you really want to make a comparison, they are only slightly stronger than the Four Emperors. They might be able to suppress them, but they can't defeat them. Moreover, they will also decline from their peak. Given Golden Lion's current situation, it is already commendable that he can maintain that level of combat power."

"I see... But, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, how do you explain the Nightmare incident? The combat power he displayed doesn't seem to be something that can be described as 'a cut above the Four Emperors '." Momousagi extended her slender, jade-like finger and pointed in the direction of the Nightmare.

Sengoku's lips twitched slightly, and he sighed wearily, "I'd like to know that too. He's really too powerful."

The battle on the isolated island continued, or more accurately, the battle on the Floating Stone continued. This Unnamed Isolated Island had long been shattered, leaving only a few boulders. Raging lava surged from the seabed, turning the area into a vast sea of fire.

Hawkeye wielded his swords with both hands, the black luster flowing across the blades. He cleaved through the air with tremendous force, the increasingly violent strikes sending waves soaring across the ocean, creating towering waves hundreds of meters high, as if a monstrous sea monster lurking within, ready to devour life.

Roy retaliated in almost the same manner, his Seven Star Sword radiating a dark light, its bloodthirsty aura surging, as if blood-red waves were constantly rising and falling between heaven and earth, colliding fiercely with the sword light that was stirring up towering waves.

Space distorted, as if stirring up ripples, and the vibrating waves radiated outwards continuously.

Hawkeye held his sword horizontally in front of him, breathing heavily, with white mist rising above his head. "What a pity, I really wanted to see what it would be like to see you at full power."

"That wouldn't be fun," Roy said, shaking his head.

Hawkeye naturally understood the meaning behind Roy's words. The other party was evenly matched with him in swordsmanship alone. If they really went all out, it would probably be a battle with no suspense.

"Our swordsmanship has reached its limit. If we continue fighting like this, it might take three days and three nights to determine a winner, let alone break through the shackles through combat." Hawkeye's expression was solemn. Although he had found the direction to move forward, he lacked the pressure of combat. Swordsmanship is an art of killing. Only by standing between life and death can one grasp the trajectory of fate.

"Hmm, so you mean..." Roy agreed with Hawkeye's statement that ten years of secluded training is not as valuable as a moment of life and death.

"Let's settle this with our strongest moves," Hawkeye said fanatically.

"Are you sure? Although it's just a simple swordsmanship contest, I won't deliberately suppress my physique. That way, even if I lose, I'll at most be seriously injured, but you might die directly." Roy was also helpless. His current body was derived from Kaido's strongest physique, and even Hawkeye couldn't make him feel the pressure of death.

"What's so scary about death? It's having nowhere to go that's the most despairing thing. Come on, let me feel your power!" Hawkeye's Sword Intent reached its peak, as if his whole body had become a killing sword, and the dazzling sword light made people dare not look directly at him.

Roy took a deep breath. Even if his opponent was the World's Greatest Swordsman, even if it was just a contest of swordsmanship, he absolutely did not want to lose.

The Seven Star Sword seemed to sense his determination, and it trembled violently. The mind and spirit of man and sword merged into one, and Sword Intent as vast and boundless as the world soared into the sky, violently tearing the sky apart and ravaging the sea.

"Not good! Quickly retreat the warship to the rear sea area!" Seeing that even the celestial phenomena changed within the range of the two Sword Intent strikes, and the sea area was shrouded in a blood-red veil, Momousagi's expression changed drastically, and she shouted repeatedly.

In fact, she didn't need to say much. The feeling of being constantly on edge, as if the Sword of Damocles was hanging over their heads, cast a shadow over the minds of these sailors, making them feel so heavy that they couldn't breathe and didn't want to stay for even a moment longer.

The momentum had reached its peak, as if even space itself could not contain it, causing ripples and distortions of varying degrees. The two drew their swords almost simultaneously, and the world lost its light, with only the deafening roar constantly striking the dazed minds of the crowd.

An unknown amount of time passed—perhaps an instant, perhaps an eternity—as if even the perception of time itself had been disrupted. Finally, the smoke cleared, but the situation on the field sent chills down everyone's spines. Heavens, could this truly be the result of a human battle?

The shattered island vanished completely, and even the volcano connected to the earth's veins seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth, leaving no trace of its existence.

A massive whirlpool appeared on the sea, deep and dark, like a gateway to hell, from which blood and remains poured out.

Meteorites fell from the sky from time to time, and flames flickered, resembling a scene of apocalyptic disaster. Everyone could clearly see that there seemed to be faintly visible islands being torn apart in the sky.

The battle between the two completely shattered everyone's usual understanding of Master Swordsman. What happened to the saying that single-target attacks are the strongest and area-of-effect attacks are weak?

"Phew, I still lost after all." Looking at the Black Blade Yoru that had broken in two in his hand, Hawkeye couldn't help but feel a little sad, but then he was also a little relieved. If it weren't for Black Blade Yoru blocking the last sword for him, he would probably be decapitated by now.

"It's just a matter of having the advantage of better weapons. I'd call this a draw." Roy shook his head. In battles of equal skill, the quality of weapons can significantly influence the outcome.

"Losing is losing, and I'm not the kind of person who can't accept defeat. However, I still have to thank you. At least today's battle has freed me from my confusion and Nightmare. Next time we fight, I will definitely take back the title of the World's Greatest Swordsman from your hands!" Hawkeye smiled nonchalantly and left across the sea without looking back.

"And haven't I gained something too!" Roy looked at the obscure Sword Qi swirling around his fingertips and laughed, "There's no reason to return what's in your hands. I'll keep the title of the World's Greatest Swordsman!"