Swordsman Reincarnator (4th Update)
Surrounded by lightning, Dracule Mihawk's lean figure vanished instantly, leaving only a dazzling blade of light in the air.
"Change!"
Zoro, who was promoted through Flame Emblem, also developed the Three Sword Style into its strongest technique to date.
"Ultimate Destruction - Three Thousand Reincarnations!"
Swords clashed, flames swirled, creating a breathtaking spectacle.
Everything seemed like a dream.
The two parted ways immediately upon touching.
Clang!
A moment later, a barely perceptible hum sounded.
Zoro knelt on one knee, a deep, bone-revealing slash mark appearing on his chest.
This blow severed the tendons in his right arm, shattered his sternum, and even severely damaged his heart muscle.
The most intense, brilliant, and dazzling skill in his life drained him of all his energy and spirit.
Severely injured, Zoro immediately lost consciousness.
Such injuries would be fatal to an ordinary person at any time.
But Zoro still lives on tenaciously.
His breath was faint but firm.
Crackling sounds...
A high-frequency, explosive sound emanated from Dracule Mihawk stood proudly upright, making people instinctively cover their ears.
Tiny pieces of blood and flesh splattered from his body.
Skin, muscle, blood...
It fades away little by little.
In the blink of an eye, Mihawk's right hand was reduced to a pale skeleton.
He's ruined.
This is a contest with no winners.
Hawkeye, his eyes revealing the grim reality, wore a pale smile.
This battle alone is enough to console me for the rest of my life.
Snap snap snap...
A deafening round of applause erupted.
A shifty-eyed pirate, brandishing a short sword, charged toward Hawkeye.
He wore a fanatical smile, drool dripping from his mouth, and laughed hysterically.
"The man who killed the World's Greatest Swordsman is me!"
Luffy, Sanji, and Rayleigh, who were present, had their pupils contract and were filled with rage.
"Oh no, it's too late!"
"That piece of trash!"
"Despicable and shameless!"
Just as this unknown pirate was about to plunge his blade into Hawkeye's heart, a massive, flaming hand suddenly appeared and gripped him tightly.
Sizzle sizzle...
The chilling sound of roasting meat filled the air.
The oil seeped into the soil drop by drop.
"Aaaaaah! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"
The shifty-eyed opportunist's face contorted with grimaces, tears streaming down his face.
He writhed in agony, trying to break free, but it was all in vain.
Within a few breaths, his muscles were completely charred, emitting a nauseating smell of roasted meat.
The trail of opportunistic pirates has finally been completely extinguished.
Amidst the crowd, Wang Yan slowly lowered his hand.
The giant fiery hand then dissipated.
His tone was indifferent; the act of just taking a life did not evoke the slightest negative emotion in him.
"A person can be as humble as dust, but not as base as a maggot."
Do you want fame, status, power, strength, and money?
Can.
Fight for it with your own strength!
Go rob it!
Go create!
The phenomenon of bad money driving out good money was something Wang Yan simply could not accept.
"Hiss..."
Everyone present gasped.
"He is..."
"Absolute Justice!"
Someone recognized Wang Yan and read out his nickname, which was full of chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur).
Silvers Rayleigh, sighed Youyou a deep look in his eyes, "A new generation replaces the old. Have the trendsetters of today become this powerful?"
He couldn't see any signs that Wang Yan was about to make a move.
He couldn't imagine how he could escape from that seemingly ordinary giant fiery palm attack.
Speed, strength, and the level of mastery of Haki...
Wang Yan completely overwhelmed him.
A true strong person must have exceptional insight.
Rayleigh was the only one present who clearly recognized the terrifying existence of Wang Yan.
As for Dracule Mihawk?
Like Zoro, he was exhausted both physically and mentally, and coupled with his injuries, he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Wang Yan waved his hand and fired a secondary Particle Reconstruction at the two of them.
It only stopped Zoro and Dracule Mihawk's injuries and restored their basic mobility, but did not completely repair them.
Why?
The word "demand" says it all.
Half a day later, Mihawk was the first to wake up in the unfamiliar little hotel.
He remained silent for a long time, staring at his right hand, which was now nothing but bones.
It seems he's on the same path as Red-Haired Shanks.
In the final moments of the duel...
He stopped exerting himself.
He saw the future in Roronoa Zoro.
Appropriate pain and scars can become a driving force for progress.
The injuries Hawkeye inflicted on Zoro will not hinder his improvement in strength.
But he himself...
It's useless.
There was no self-pity, no weeping, only relief and anticipation.
He pinned his hopes for the future on Zoro.
He got what he asked for.
But I don't know why...
Dracule Mihawk felt somewhat resentful.
Decades of hard work and a lifetime of dedication were destroyed in an instant.
Kendo was his calling.
Having lost the ability to wield a sword, is there any point in him living?
At that moment, a mechanical prompting sound rang out deep within my mind.
The voice, as resonant as a great bell, was devoid of any emotion, yet it captivated the listener, drawing them into the conversation.
Do you wish to Reparo from your injuries, once again wield the Black Blade, stand at a higher vantage point, and appreciate the even more beautiful aspects of swordsmanship?
[Whether]
"Certainly!"
Mihawk's pupils contracted slightly.
As one of the Shichibukai, he was a lone wolf, but his status allowed him access to information unknown to many.
Apostle of the Main God, Reincarnator!
By completing the tasks assigned by the Main God, one can almost fulfill any wish.
He even suspected that the two unprecedented events, "the Preacher of All Beings" and "the birth of Absolute Justice," were both the work of Reincarnator.
A lot of information suddenly appeared in the depths of his mind.
Quests, Reward Points, Destiny Gem, interdimensional conquest, exchange items, Full Body Repair...
[Your Reincarnator Number is 168. You will be teleported to the Main God Space in ten seconds.]
Make sure to prepare in advance.
Dracule Mihawk snapped out of his daze, only managing to grab the Black Blade with his intact hand before vanishing instantly, completely leaving the Pirate World.
Mihawk regained consciousness and found himself in a vast New World.
The sky was clear, and the air seemed to contain countless forces that cleanse the body and Mind Stone.
This greatly improved his mental state.
"Hello, where can I get treatment for my injuries?"
Dracule Mihawk approached a burly, muscular, and kind-looking young man and asked for directions.
The other party also seemed to have just completed a mission and temporarily returned to the Main God Space, and was now nervously preparing for the next mission.
Have we met before?
The former strongest swordsman in the Pirate Plane felt that the other party looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
This kind-hearted young man with well-developed pectoral muscles Grawp, but I couldn't understand a single word.
A moment later, the other party slapped his forehead, used Reward Points to exchange for a ball of light, and stuffed it into his body.
"I've redeemed the [Mandarin Mastery] skill orb for you. Remember to return it to me after you complete the Novice Mission."
Dracule Mihawk nodded slightly, his expression gentle.
He remembered this favor.
The world is a hard place, and good people are hard to find.
The kindness shown to us must be repaid many times over in the future.