Dragon Horse?

"This man is the one who won seventy-two consecutive matches? He really is powerful. Even just standing there, he gave off an air of razor-sharp menace, like a treasured sword drawn from its sheath, as though he could cut down any enemy who dared approach at any moment!"

Looking at the man in the arena, Shanks nervously swallowed and excitedly placed his right hand on his sword hilt. As fellow swordsmen, everyone wanted to defeat another swordsman. It had nothing to do with what outsiders thought; it was an honor that belonged to oneself alone. What was more, this opponent was a master swordsman who had defeated seventy-two swordsmen.

"Does no one dare to come up and challenge me? If so, I'll be disappointed in this island!" After waiting for a long time without anyone stepping forward, the man in the arena opened his eyes. His cold gaze swept over the crowd before him as he spoke indifferently.

The moment Shanks heard that, he could no longer hold himself back and was just about to step forward when Li reached out to stop him. At the same time, a youth dressed in black and wearing a black top hat pushed through the crowd and leapt in front of the man. The challenger wore a wine-red patterned shirt and white trousers, with a "greatsword" strapped to his back. His sharp gaze was fixed on the man who had won seventy-two straight matches.

"My name is Dracule Mihawk. Others call me Hawkeye Mihawk. My weapon is Yoru, one of the Supreme Grade 12 Blades. I have come to challenge you!"

The one who had stepped up to challenge him was Hawkeye Mihawk, the future World's Strongest Swordsman. However, seventeen years ago, his strength was still far inferior to that of the world-class