The Key to Victory

The hall was deathly silent.

The Baboon King was furious that Qin Yu had taken its black blade without permission.

However, just as Mihawk had said, the Baboon King possessed intelligence second only to that of humans.

It might also carry the bloodline of the Mink Tribe, so it vaguely understood that the conversation between this unfamiliar young man and its old man concerned the fate of its entire baboon life.

Its instincts told it that if it seized this opportunity, tremendous changes might occur.

At that thought, the Baboon King could no longer hold itself back. It stood up and looked at Mihawk.

"You want to go with him, don't you?" Mihawk met the Baboon King's gaze.

It could be said that none of this surprised him.

Watching it nod heavily, Mihawk sighed. "I never expected you to be able to persuade even a beast."

"I know you're after my swordsmanship, but I don't care how much you comprehend from a single exchange."

"At the same time, I won't help you deal with Kaido of the Beasts' pursuit. If you die, it will only mean your skills were lacking. You'll have no one else to blame."

As one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Dracule Mihawk's strength was indeed enough for him to roam freely across these seas.

However, he likewise had no desire to be followed around by a bunch of little tails.

"Don't worry. If I placed my hopes on others, do you think I'd still be standing here joking with you?" Qin Yu gave a dry laugh, patted the dust from his body, and stood up. "However, while I'm away, I hope you can take in my foolish students. They're both decent swordsmen."

Students?

Mihawk was slightly taken aback. He had only been focused on