Clang—
With her blade fully drawn, Unohana Retsu moved, charging straight ahead and arriving in an instant!
The blade's gleam was dyed red like blood.
What a vicious strike!
Mihawk's heart chilled. The battle aura possessed only by great swordsmen surged around him, violet ghostly light making the air around him emit a deep, burdened howl as it gradually twisted!
The curved blade came slashing from below, swinging upward at an exceptionally tricky angle.
Unohana Retsu's strike appeared extremely slow, yet the blade seemed to weigh ten thousand jin. The bloody radiance shrouding it was so dense it was nearly tangible. It flickered and writhed like eerie, living plasma, and a choking stench of blood rushed at him.
Mihawk did not hesitate. From the very start, he unleashed all his strength, and the violet ghostly light erupted once more!
Blood-red and violet light intertwined, countless fragments of radiance scattering in a dazzling display.
Mihawk let out a muffled grunt. That terrifying slash instantly put him at a disadvantage.
However, the title of world's greatest swordsman was not merely for show.
Mihawk possessed incomparably rich combat experience. Normally, in that instant when the old force had yet to fade and the new force had yet to arise, it was difficult to eliminate the brief recoil caused by the impact. Yet Mihawk's body strangely stiffened.
Defying all principles, the Black Blade in his hand became as light as paper. A few breaths after separating from the curved blade, it suddenly crashed down again.
This sight made Unohana Retsu's eyes brighten slightly. Her curved blade twisted strangely, directly colliding with the Black Blade.
The two retreated at the same time.
Yet Mihawk's brow rose slightly.
The force had weakened?
But then his expression relaxed, and bitterness rose in his heart. It seemed she