Mihawk was an identity Araki had once used when he went to the arena on Mysterious Island.
He appeared as a wandering swordsman brimming with aristocratic grace. Incidentally, Oyashiro En had been defeated by this very persona.
So when he saw that figure again, Oyashiro En's pupils constricted sharply, and he even took half a step back.
Although he had long understood that Araki was the original body, he had lost so miserably to Mihawk back then that Mihawk cast an even greater psychological shadow over him than Araki did. He did not doubt this man's abilities in the slightest.
The others, however, had not shared his experience. Thus, though the casting method of the [Flesh Clone] looked somewhat strange, it was ultimately just an advanced Clone Technique.
Karatachi Yagura asked doubtfully, "Just one clone? Wouldn't that be a little..." overconfident?
After all, no matter what kind of clone it was, it could never escape the weakness of being unable to take much punishment.
Even Shadow Clones, which were said to divide the original body's chakra evenly, could not withstand even a slightly intense battle.
As for Wood Clones, most people had no concept of them at all.
"Relax. I naturally have confidence in what I do."
Araki assured them confidently.
At the same time, Mihawk looked at his empty hands and said coldly, "I need a weapon!"
"That's easy!"
Araki spread open his palm. Pale bones burst from his flesh and formed a blade, followed by a long blade body and a cross-shaped hilt carved with gorgeous patterns. "Irregular Blade Heavy Flower Clove, White Blade: Day. How is it?"
Taking the massive weapon, which was nearly as tall as he was, Mihawk nodded in satisfaction. "Rest assured. The Land of Iron's general is mine!"
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