"Why do you look so upset, Little Hawk?"
"We haven't even decided the winner, and you disappeared..."
Mihawk's expression darkened slightly as he looked at Austin, who was lounging on a Marine warship as though he were on vacation, holding a glass of orange juice, crossing his legs, and reading the newspaper.
An inexplicable anger rose in his heart.
Before their match had been decided, when their clash had reached its fiercest point, Austin had swung a slash into the distance and then vanished without explanation.
It left him feeling as though he had been forced to stop just when things were getting good.
"You should already be able to tell, right? In swordsmanship alone, I'm slightly inferior to you.
"But the gap in our mastery of Conqueror's Haki Infusion is enough to make up for that, and even surpass it."
It had to be said,
Conqueror's Haki Infusion truly was the favored power of this era of piracy. It had allowed Austin to force Mihawk into a disadvantage and defend his throne as the World's Greatest Swordsman.
Though holding that title had not been Austin's original intention.
He had originally wanted to focus on guns. It was just that his talent in other areas was a little too good, so he knew a bit of everything.
By the way,
Vegapunk had already had someone deliver his gun. Its accuracy and recoil were absurdly high, but in exchange, its power was equally outrageous.
As long as one could control the gun and use the special bullets Vegapunk had sent, blowing apart a mountain with a single shot would not be a problem.
This divine weapon immediately made Austin even stronger.
Looking at Austin's leisurely, life-enjoying posture, Mihawk had no choice.
He had to admit that there was indeed still a