Zoro vs. Mihawk

Amid the watchful eyes of all, on the blood-soaked battlefield of Marineford, where cries of battle shook the heavens.

The duel between two top swordsmen had begun with overwhelming force.

"Bang—!"

Zoro moved first.

His left foot stomped the ground, and he shot toward Mihawk like an arrow released from a bowstring.

Jet-black Armament Haki wrapped around all three swords at once.

Enma in particular darkened instantly, emanating a vicious aura as though it would devour anyone it chose.

"Three-Sword Style: Panther: Koto: Ball!"

The three blades slashed toward Hawk Eyes' neck, chest, and waist at three incomparably tricky angles.

Mihawk's gaze remained calm.

He merely extended the enormous black blade Yoru in his hand forward, seemingly slowly.

The broad blade traced a small semicircle before him.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Three crisp explosions, nearly completely overlapping, rang out.

The seemingly cumbersome black blade Yoru blocked three consecutive strikes within inches, moving by no more than a fraction of a hair each time.

The feedback from the impact made Zoro's pupils contract slightly.

What a heavy blade.

What a steady hand.

Mihawk appeared casual, but every ounce of strength was concentrated on the edge of his blade, with not the slightest waste. His defense was flawless.

After failing to land a blow, Zoro used the momentum to leap backward, opening several meters of distance.

Mihawk did not pursue. He simply stood with his sword in hand, patiently waiting for Zoro's next attack.

"Just as I thought..." The battle intent in Zoro's eyes intensified. "This is... the opponent I've been looking for!"

The aura around him suddenly changed.

It became wilder and fiercer.

"Three-Sword Style: Great Tornado!"

His body began spinning violently.

Drawn in and compressed by the force of his rotation, the violent sword aura finally formed a terrifying tornado of