Dracule Mihawk was very strong; there was no doubt about that.
Especially in terms of talent for swordsmanship, he was even somewhat stronger than Shanks. In the original story, the two had been evenly matched, largely because of Shanks's considerable mastery of Haki.
And now, facing Dracule Mihawk's strongest strike, Shanks finally grew serious.
In two-dimensional worlds, a great many powerful people's strength bore no particularly important relation to their age. Take the later Roronoa Zoro, for instance—after receiving Dracule Mihawk's guidance, he became a greatsword master at only twenty-one years old.
Such examples were even more numerous in the Naruto World.
When all of Dracule Mihawk's strength condensed into a single point, a surging sword qi tore through the sky.
Swordsmanship in this world had never relied much on flashy techniques. It followed the path of speed, precision, and ruthlessness, and in Dracule Mihawk's hands, those traits were brought to their absolute limit.
Absolute speed and power, cutting forth an unrivaled sword qi—this was Dracule Mihawk's final strike.
Unfortunately, he was fast, but Shanks was faster. Or rather, no one in this world existed who could draw a sword faster than Shanks.
Unless Shin was not counted as someone from this world.
Shanks raised his longsword. In an instant, his gaze sharpened, and an invisible sword flash split the sea as it shot straight toward Dracule Mihawk.
The seawater churned as rolling thunder echoed from the horizon. Dracule Mihawk's eyes widened in an instant. What kind of terror was that? Anyone who had never faced this strike could never imagine it.
He could barely catch the speed of the sword flash. By the time he saw it, there was nothing he could do. His strongest sword qi collapsed the instant it made contact, utterly incapable of resisting.
As rolling