A Force Rivaling the Rocks Pirates

"Another major incident?"

Red-Haired Shanks froze for a moment, and the attack in his hand slowed by a beat.

Dracule Mihawk, who had been fighting with great excitement, frowned and hurriedly twisted the black blade he had swung out, avoiding Shanks.

Buzz!

The air was instantly torn apart as a blade aura over ten meters long shot across the barren mountain several hundred meters away.

It forcibly shaved away half of it.

Boom!

The mountain collapsed with a thunderous crash, kicking up huge clouds of dust.

Seeing this, Red-Haired Shanks laughed awkwardly. "Mihawk, look, I got distracted again. You won this fight."

"But this time, your fighting spirit seems unusually high. You suddenly came to spar with me—I'm really not used to it. Didn't you say you didn't like bullying disabled people?"

"Is it because of Laxus that you were affected?"

As one of the Four Emperors, Shanks naturally knew all about Laxus's clash with Kaido of the Beasts Pirates.

What was more, the matter involved his old friend, Mihawk.

"Hmph. You always use that excuse, Shanks. You really haven't improved at all!" Mihawk said with a cold snort as he sheathed his black blade. "Still, I did underestimate that brat back then. I never expected him to be hiding the identity of a great swordsman. If I see him again, I hope to fight him once."

Seeing the usually cold and brooding Mihawk—a complete, iron-willed straight-laced man—reveal a trace of eagerness, Shanks could not help feeling surprised.

It was the first time he had seen Mihawk take an interest in someone.

After all, in Shanks's eyes, there were only a limited number of swordsmen among the older generation worthy of mention.

For Mihawk, the only person left for him to spar with was Shanks, whom he knew better than