A Clash Once More

Even for Hawkeye, the world's greatest swordsman.

The astonishing scene that Lin Yan had previously displayed was tantamount to opening the door to a New World for him.

Physical skills... to the point that they can reach such a level.

Moreover, it can be fully applied to one's own swordsmanship!

The incredible destructive power brought about by this Godspeed even made Mihawk somewhat fascinated.

From this, he even saw the possibility of taking his career to the next level!

Therefore, when faced with Lin Yan, who had shown him such talent, Mihawk offered a very rare and heartfelt thank you. Although it was brief, considering Mihawk's personality, this gesture showed great sincerity.

"It's alright, I also hope to see an even stronger opponent in three days."

Lin Yan narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled at Mihawk.

With Mihawk as her opponent now, she wouldn't be able to fully enjoy herself. Lin Yan was also very much looking forward to seeing how much the man in front of her had grown in three days.

Mihawk simply nodded seriously at this.

"Must."

After leaving those words, Mihawk turned and left, as decisively as ever.

For this World's Greatest Swordsman, the way of the sword is everything!

Having gained a glimpse into a completely new realm, Mihawk had no time to linger here. Seizing the moment to capture his enlightenment was the right thing to do.

"..."

The first clash between these two top experts came to an abrupt end.

As Mihawk turned and left, many of the weaker swordsmen wore expressions of confusion.

"So... who won?"

"I don't know, why did Mihawk leave?"

"Could it be a draw?"

Many people began to whisper among themselves, and then looked at the powerful seniors nearby. With their strength only at the initial stage of entering the hall, it would undoubtedly be quite difficult for them to hear Mihawk and Lin Yan's conversation clearly from hundreds of meters away.

However, someone soon noticed something was wrong.

Those around who were renowned swordsmen all wore solemn expressions, and some even showed a hint of horror in their eyes.

Everyone was even more confused.

Unfortunately, these powerful seniors clearly had no intention of explaining. They simply glanced at Lin Yan, who was still standing there, and then turned and left.

"..."

What does this mean?

The novice swordsmen were completely bewildered, but seeing that their seniors had all retreated, they had no choice but to follow suit.

Before long, only Lin Yan and Shanks remained in the arena.

"They've left, they're going back."

Seeing that most of the people around her had dispersed, Lin Yan first yawned quite comfortably, and then waved to Shanks not far away.

It was as if he didn't care at all about the previous battle with Mihawk.

Even Shanks could only manage a wry smile in the face of Lin Yan's demeanor.

"Forget it! Let's discuss it again in three days!"

In the end, Shanks could only scratch his head and give up for the time being, then followed Lin Yan down the mountain to drink.

Then things became very simple.

Having gained some insights, Mihawk found a nearby mountain and began his cultivation.

However, what he called spiritual practice was really just sitting in meditation with his eyes closed. Occasionally, people would see Mihawk move thoughtfully for a moment, and then return to calm.

No one dared to say or ask anything.

After all, that's the training of the World's Greatest Swordsman. Even if no one can understand what this is all about, at least no one would be foolish enough to disturb it.

However, it was always surrounded by curious onlookers.

As for Lin Yan on the other side...

He was drinking.

That's right, at the same moment Mihawk was racking his brains to cultivate diligently, Lin Yan was drinking.

To be precise, it was drinking with Shanks...

And they were drinking together as if no one else was around.

It was supposed to be a decisive battle for the title of the World's Greatest Swordsman, but the two people on the entire island who cared least about winning or losing were the two involved parties.

This is something that really makes my teeth ache.

The swordsmen around them often hesitated to speak, but faced with these three powerful figures who reigned supreme in the world, they could only hold back in the end.

It's worth mentioning.

The World Government hasn't made any unusual moves lately. Although they're still lurking on this isolated island, their methods are no different from when Lin Yan first arrived.

Although Lin Yan found this somewhat puzzling, she didn't take it too seriously.

What's meant to happen will happen eventually.

With this thought in mind, three days passed in a flash.

That day, as usual, the swordsmen who were watching in the tavern were pleasantly surprised to see that Lin Yan did not sit down to drink today. Instead, she walked into the tavern, greeted Shanks who was drinking heartily, and then picked up her Holy Sword and headed up the mountain.

Is it finally about to begin?

The swordsmen were almost in tears!

In the blink of an eye, everyone had forgotten about Shanks, who still had half a can of wine left, and rushed out of the tavern to follow Lin Yan.

Behind Mihawk on the other side, there was a similar scene.

Seeing the imposing aura emanating from the two of them.

The swordsmen rubbed their hands together excitedly, but this time they were quite sensible and retreated more than 300 meters away from the start.

Lin Yan and Mihawk naturally didn't care about this trivial matter.

"How's your understanding coming along?"

Looking at Mihawk standing opposite her, Lin Yan narrowed her eyes and asked with interest, though she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination or if his aura had changed slightly.

"Not perfect, but sufficient."

Mihawk's answer was as concise as ever. He then nodded to Lin Yan to signal the start, and without another word, he charged forward.

Vanished from the spot in an instant, like a ghost!

"Oh?"

Lin Yan narrowed her eyes.

"Puff----?!"

Shanks, who had just strolled over carrying a jug of wine, widened his eyes and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of wine.

Mom!

Are you trying to kill us?!

You... learned it?!

Shanks stared in disbelief at the scene before him, even though he had long known that his old friend possessed exceptional talent in swordsmanship.

Calling it a monster wouldn't be an exaggeration.

But isn't it a bit of an exaggeration to say you can learn it in just three days?

Indeed, Mihawk's movement was exactly the same as Lin Yan's demonstration three days ago. Shanks pursed his lips and suddenly the wine that had tasted quite good before didn't seem so appealing anymore.

I was, after all, the emperor of the sea.

Can't you at least show some respect for Lao Tzu?

Shanks couldn't help but purse his lips and mutter to himself, clearly realizing he had misjudged the situation this time.

With a relaxed smile on her face, Lin Yan casually raised her Holy Sword to block Mihawk's slash.

"Your talent is indeed strong... but it's not enough!"