All Defeated!

"Oh? You've already begun to grasp the breathing patterns of all things. You understand how to find the breathing patterns of the air, then use your swordsmanship to stir the air and create sword pressure?"

After landing, Asama Ryoma looked at Mihawk again, a hint of surprise in his eyes. The man before him was only twenty-three or twenty-four at most, yet he was already on the verge of reaching the realm of a Swordmaster. He truly was a genius of the sword. And coupled with those Hawk Eyes he had been born with, even with just one foot in the Swordmaster realm, he could already contend with a beginner Swordmaster.

Sword pressure and sword aura were two different concepts. Sword pressure came from swinging one's blade too swiftly and fiercely, while being able to hear the breath of the air and guide its movement, thereby generating immense air pressure and turning invisible air into tangible sword pressure. That was the realm of a Swordmaster. Sword aura, meanwhile, belonged to the realm of a Grand Swordmaster. At that level, a casual slash could wound an enemy from afar, with no need for air pressure at all. One became the sword itself, comprehending the breathing patterns of the sword in one's hand, then using the "aura" produced by the sword's breath to form a vicious sword aura. Its power and lethality were more than ten times greater than sword pressure!

"So strong... They're both so strong!" Shanks gripped his sword hilt excitedly. The moment either of them lost, he would immediately step forward to challenge the victor. This was the kind of swordsmanship contest swordsmen truly longed for—the clash of blades, where even the slightest lapse could mean death. One sword followed an unconventional path, while the other was fierce and