"Bloodkill!"
On Moor Island, the Bloodsail captain had already gone all out, his blood boiling as it surged toward Dracule Mihawk.
This was already his most powerful killing move.
Boiling blood generated an incredibly high temperature, while its dense barrage blocked off every possible avenue of escape.
As long as even a single drop struck its target, the corrosive, scalding blood would invade their body and make their blood boil as well, eventually killing them as their entire body burned from within.
The Bloodsail captain had used this move to kill countless enemies before.
However, this time, he was facing Dracule Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman who had once received Shin's guidance.
Without the slightest change in his gaze, Dracule Mihawk gripped his Supreme Grade Blade with both hands and slashed down fiercely.
In an instant, the air before him vanished completely. The vast sword aura carved out a vacuum zone at once, causing all of Moor Island to tremble. The beach was split in two by the passing sword aura, and fine sand poured downward in a rush.
Seawater surged out from the sword scar like a small fountain.
Had that strike descended from the sky, this entire island would likely have sunk straight into the sea. Even now, as the sword aura swept through, this stretch of beach had officially separated from the island.
The boiling blood vanished the instant it came into contact with the sword aura. Not a single drop could approach Dracule Mihawk.
"Oh, such sword aura... Mihawk truly deserves his reputation as the world's greatest swordsman." Not far away, a fierce Gale Wind blew beneath the sword aura as Fujitora calmly spoke, gripping the sword in his hand.
His clothes snapped sharply in the wind, while before him, aside from the Bloodsail first mate,