Crocodile would not be in danger for the time being. Maybe she liked Impel Down's atmosphere?
Austin did not know.
But he knew that, out of respect for him, as long as Little Sand agreed to join the [Shichibukai], she would never face mortal danger at the hands of the Marines.
Maybe she was just too stubborn. Given enough time, she would naturally come around.
Right after that, he accepted Mihawk's invitation to a swordsmanship duel.
As expected, in a pure swordsmanship duel, Austin truly was no match for Mihawk.
So after symbolically exchanging a few blows, Austin called it quits.
He had not used Conqueror's Haki Infusion. After all, they were deciding the [World's Greatest Swordsman], not the [World's Strongest Man].
Otherwise, with Conqueror's Haki as weak as Mihawk's, he would probably have been forced into another relentless retreat.
"All right, all right, you're the World's Greatest Swordsman, okay? Let's end the swordsmanship duel here."
Austin sheathed Ace, signaling that he was done fighting and heading home to eat.
Mihawk's face darkened at the sight, his expression so gloomy it seemed water could drip from it.
"Hey!!! You bastard, Austin!!!"
He was deeply dissatisfied. In truth, he had never wanted Austin to hold back, since Haki was also part of a person's strength.
But Austin simply found it troublesome.
Ever since the moment he had picked up a sword, he had never possessed ambitions or dreams like becoming the World's Greatest Swordsman.
Whether learning swordsmanship or Divine Departure, he had only done it because it was convenient for cutting people down and looked cool.
After all, he was a gunslinger.
And once he took that title, swordsmen from all over the world would surely swarm toward him like carp crossing a river, hoping to defeat him and become the