After the Going Merry was swept into the whirlpool and drifted around in it for a while,
they finally drew close to the heart of the battlefield and could see things more clearly.
A man in dark green armor stood there, his hair spiking toward the sky as blue-white lightning flashed around him. Now and then, he turned into a blur they couldn't make out, accompanied by a sonic boom that pierced their eardrums.
On the other side stood a tall woman with a human head and a spider's body. Her face was extraordinarily beautiful, and she wielded an absurdly long blade.
Every swing sent a Flying Slash hundreds of meters long tearing through the air. The razor-sharp sword energy made the Straw Hats' skin ache.
That wasn't all. As the two fought, all kinds of colorful, tremendous forces mixed into the battle.
A blue water dragon was cut in half; a giant purple hand came crashing down; pink mist was blown away.
The Straw Hats couldn't make out the fighters' movements at all. They could only feel wave after wave of pressure and wind bearing down on them, forcing them to squeeze their eyes shut!
"Are these two monsters or what?!"
The Straw Hats had no time to watch the battle closely. Whirlpools and powerful gusts swept around them, leaving them with no choice but to cling tightly to the ship's rails so they wouldn't be carried away.
"So this is what a true great swordsman is like?!"
Zoro's eyes widened as he felt the nearly tangible sharpness hanging overhead. He had crossed swords with Dracule Mihawk before,
but this was the first time he had experienced firsthand just how terrifying a great swordsman could be!
"Watch out!"
Sanji suddenly cried out. A Flying Slash, a hundred meters deep,