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"Whoosh—"
Mihawk's expression darkened as his sharp gaze flashed. He swiftly drew the sword from his back and swept it horizontally at Austin.
With a mischievous grin at the corner of his lips, Austin neither dodged nor moved aside. He watched the blade pass through his body without drawing a single drop of blood.
"Hey, hey, hey, I really didn't do it on purpose. Do you have to get this angry?"
"Your expression doesn't make it look like an accident."
"Pfft... Hahahaha, was it that obvious?"
As Mihawk spoke to him, he discreetly shifted his feet, trying to rub the crap off his shoes.
Austin couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.
Teasing the young Hawk Eyes
really felt no less satisfying than teasing the young Shanks.
And seeing Austin stop even pretending and laugh out loud, Mihawk swung Yoru with even greater force.
This time, however, Austin did not evade with Phasing. Instead, he drew Ace from his waist and directly blocked the killing blow.
"Supreme Grade Swords—Ace?"
Mihawk recognized the blade.
That rumor... was it true after all?
The sword that had once belonged to Pirate King Roger had been passed after his death to the inheritor of all his strength—Dotol Austin!
But the truth was,
Austin had merely helped look after Roger's family, then taken the relic while he was at it.
And the only reason he had replaced Dark Crow was that Ace was sharper, tougher, and felt better in