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The Sea King that had been slashed into fragments made countless onlookers' eyes pop.

But for the two men locked in combat, it caused no ripples whatsoever.

Amid the rain of blood filling the sky, the two exchanged a distant glance.

Swish! Swish!

The next instant, two piercing sounds cut through the air in succession. After their probing exchange, both left their original positions at the same time, flashing toward one another.

Clang! Clang!

Two successive metallic clashes rang out.

The broad, long black blade Yoru was almost simultaneously intercepted by Yone's Sword and the Wind Sword, scattering sparks.

The blades locked together. In less than ten seconds, Mihawk was already showing signs of being forced back.

What tyrannical strength!

His pupils contracted. He decisively poured all his strength into his arms, then let out a low roar and slammed downward!

Boom!

The ground beneath his feet immediately cracked into dense, spiderweb-like fissures, and Noah was forcibly pressed more than ten centimeters into the ground.

This was an advantage Mihawk had gained through his sudden burst of force, but it seemed to be of little use to the overall situation.

Because in the next second, Noah effortlessly used the ground to dissipate the aftershock of that force.

"Careful."

Noah gave a soft laugh in warning, knocked Yoru aside, and took advantage of the opening to rush in. With a flick of his wrists, his two swords slashed in a cross toward Mihawk's chest!

"So fast!"

A chaotic blur of sword shadows filled his vision. Mihawk's expression changed at once, shock flashing through his eyes—

If their previous exchanges had made him understand the gap in strength between them,

then this strike made him fully realize just how terrifying Noah's overwhelming advantage in sword speed was!

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