Apophis had still underestimated the allure the Twenty-One Great Swords held for swordsmen. In an age where Supreme Great Swords had all but vanished, Great Grade Blades were already the pinnacle that swordsmen could hope for. Not to mention that this particular one, Izuminokami Kanesada, came from Wano Country, the land of samurai. That veil of mystery and legend only made it all the more tempting.
Along the way, Apophis had already seen quite a few swordsmen who had vanished from public view stirring at the news. Some sought Izuminokami Kanesada, some wanted to obtain information about the path to becoming a Great Swordsman from Momonosuke and the others, and some, like him, treated this incident as a means of honing their swordsmanship.
After all, compared to this vast and boundless sea, there were simply too few people who had reached the level of swordsman. So few that they could not even see the path ahead.
Mist Island was a chaotic mix of all sorts. Ever since word spread that Momonosuke's group was hiding on the island, people of every kind had gathered here, bringing a trace of life to this quiet, gloomy little island.
At that moment, two people were fighting within the gray mist. Scattered sword energy tore ravines across the ground, while towering ancient trees were periodically severed and toppled over, frightening the spectators into standing only at a distance.
Thunderclap Tiger Hunt!
One of the fighters had already reached his limit. The instant sweat appeared, it evaporated into white mist under his scorching body temperature and dispersed into the air. Yet he still used the last of his strength to unleash a slash, as though a savage tiger were roaring through the forest.
However, his opponent seemed utterly effortless. With a light, casual stroke, he