"I'm the real Dracule Mihawk!"
"Where is that damn impostor hiding?!"
A low roar echoed like thunder.
They looked at the Baboon King, its face twisted savagely, fangs bared, and the massive black blade Yoru strapped to its back.
Its nearly seven- or eight-meter-tall body, like an iron tower, and the Fierce Tear aura radiating from it made their pupils shrink abruptly, as though an invisible hand had clutched their hearts tight.
Especially when they saw the cold gleam flowing across the great blade on the Baboon King's back, they could not help but picture Dracule Mihawk in their minds.
Was it Dracule Mihawk?
An absurd thought flashed through their minds.
However, they immediately dismissed it the moment it arose.
If the Hawkeye in their memories, standing atop a coffin boat, was the genuine article—
Then aside from the nearly identical weapon, the Baboon King before them had absolutely nothing to do with him.
If they had to say there was any connection, it could only be considered a cheap knockoff dumped in a clearance sale.
Still, faced with the Baboon King's iron-tower-like body and the Fierce Tear aura permeating its entire form—
The expressions of the Marine soldiers present, as well as the Marine officers, grew a shade more solemn.
"Who? Who the hell was talking about Dracule Mihawk? Get out here...!" The Baboon King roared, its eyes hazy with drunkenness.
However, the moment it saw Qin Yu's gentle smile, the Fierce Tear aura that had been spreading wildly vanished without a trace.
The smell of alcohol around it instantly dissipated as well. It hurriedly said, "Te... Teacher, I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean it!"
"Alright, I know that ever since your bloodline power recovered, you've been desperate to surpass the mountain that is Hawkeye." Qin Yu patted the