"Alright."
"I won't let you down, Mom!"
After listening to Miss Bakkin's instructions, Weevil, that foolish-looking fat man, suddenly turned serious, his eyes brimming with viciousness.
It seemed that before this—
Even when fighting Marco and the others—
Weevil had not used his true strength!
Now—
Weevil had actually felt a threat from Hawkeye Mihawk. Combined with Miss Bakkin's instructions, it looked like he was truly about to unleash everything.
"Not bad!"
"Let me have a good look."
"Just how strong is this so-called Whitebeard Jr.!"
Roya, watching from the side, smiled as he spoke.
Rather than Weevil's strength, he was more interested in seeing Hawkeye Mihawk's true abilities.
After all, Roya knew very well—
Weevil's strength was far from simple, and he was the type of reckless brute who would keep going endlessly once he started fighting.
If Hawkeye Mihawk wanted to coast through this, that was definitely unrealistic. While Weevil might not force him to use his full strength, Mihawk would at least need to use seventy or eighty percent of it. Otherwise, one moment of carelessness might really allow Weevil to suppress him.
If he was truly suppressed, it would not look good. After all, he was the World's Greatest Swordsman. At present, although Weevil already had a bounty as high as 400 million Beli, he had yet to become a notorious pirate known throughout the world. If Hawkeye Mihawk was actually suppressed by him, then Mihawk would not be able to save face.
Immediately after—
A great battle officially began!
Sure enough!
Once Weevil became serious, his strength was several times greater than before.
Moreover, although his attacks looked chaotic and unstructured, every strike was a lethal killing move. Perhaps this was what they meant by overcoming techniques with no technique.
Therefore—
Hawkeye Mihawk began to