[The great battle had officially begun!]
[The Whitebeard Pirates' fourteen division commanders moved at once, their momentum soaring to the heavens as they charged fearlessly toward the Execution Platform. War instantly swept across the battlefield!]
[But just as the countless commanders surged forward, a solitary figure suddenly moved.]
[Hawk-Eye Mihawk, standing at the very front of the Shichibukai formation, took a step forward, instantly drawing the attention of hundreds of thousands of Marines and every powerful figure present.]
[Even Akainu, who had been watching the battle with an icy, indifferent expression, glanced sideways in surprise. "Hawk-Eye has always done as he pleased and never involved himself in allied battles. He's actually taking the initiative to fight?"]
[Hawk-Eye's narrow eyes were sharp as blades. Every Marine soldier and pirate powerhouse swept by his gaze vaguely felt their skin sting, as though sword energy had pierced into their bodies. His edge was terrifyingly cold.]
[He gazed at Whitebeard on the distant bow, his voice indifferent yet incomparably resolute. "I'm going to test just how great the gap is between me and the man known as the world's strongest."]
[Not far away, Flower Sword Vista halted mid-charge, his gaze locked tightly onto the black-clad figure, his expression exceptionally grave. "It's Hawk-Eye Mihawk, the World's Greatest Swordsman! The instant any swordsman sees him, the obsession to cross blades will ignite. It's an instinct carved into their bones."]
[Everyone's gaze gathered on Hawk-Eye.]
[Under the watchful eyes of the masses, Hawk-Eye slowly raised his hand and gripped the hilt on his back.]
[The pitch-black, heavy blade slowly left its sheath, its dark surface flowing with the world's most supreme, chilling sharpness.]
[Someone on the battlefield immediately cried out in alarm. "It's the black blade Yoru! One of the Supreme Grade Swords! A peerless famous blade