Roar!
The Beast King at the center let out an angry roar, its gaze locking directly onto Fujitora at the edge of the island. It raised a beastly claw, its steel talons gleaming coldly as they aimed at him.
"Dracule Mihawk!"
"Focus on your own task!"
After that brief exchange, Dracule Mihawk's body instantly appeared directly before the Beast King. There was not a trace of fear in his sharp eyes as his Supreme Grade Blade left afterimages in an instant.
Sword Storm!
Invisible sword energy shot forth, forming a tornado-like sword net around the enormous beast in the blink of an eye. It spun as it frantically shredded everything within.
This was a sword technique Dracule Mihawk had specifically trained to deal with colossal targets like Giants. Under the assault of countless sharp sword energies, even an iron-clad Giant could be shaved flat.
Yet this time, the endless sounds of metal clashing rang out. Sparks continuously burst from the Beast King's body, while waves of furious roars echoed out, displaying the rage of this ancient weapon.
"This guy..." Dracule Mihawk watched the sword-energy tornado before him with a grave expression. Just from the clanging alone, he could tell that his opponent had not suffered any substantial damage.
"What material was it made from? Even Diamond Jozu would have long since been defeated by an attack like this."
Fortunately, Dracule Mihawk's attack had successfully held it back. Taking advantage of that time, he turned and glanced at Fujitora.
Of course, he was merely checking Fujitora's progress. From beginning to end, he had never considered joining forces with Fujitora to take down this giant thing.
In the world of swordsmen, the notion of joining forces was rare.
Even in those higher cultivation realms, sword immortals were naturally proud and aloof. They