As everyone harbored different thoughts, the warship finally reached a nearby deserted island.
Rumble—
The anchor dropped, and waves crashed against the reefs.
The deserted island was not large, with only vast stretches of bare rock and sparse trees.
Clearly, it was well suited for a clash between powerful fighters.
The moment the warship came to a stop, Mihawk was the first to move.
He lifted Black Blade Yoru in one hand, pushed off with his foot, and leaped from the deck.
Bang.
He landed in the center of the deserted island, Black Blade Yoru standing at his side.
An edge so sharp it nearly seemed to tear through the air slowly rose from Mihawk's body.
Even the sea breeze seemed to have been severed at that moment.
The surrounding grass and trees bent slightly, while tiny stones on the ground trembled soundlessly.
On the deck, the Marines instinctively swallowed.
The Shichibukai also put away their casual attitudes.
Even Enel, who had been acting carefree just moments ago, could not help but look over seriously.
This was the presence of the world's greatest swordsman.
Simply standing there, he was like a true black blade standing at the pinnacle of the seas.
His edge was restrained, yet no one dared overlook him.
Rock saw this and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.
"It seems you really haven't been slacking off these past ten years."
After saying that, he casually beckoned.
"Young Marine, lend me that for a moment~"
Before a Marine on deck could react, the longsword at his waist suddenly trembled lightly.
Clang—
Drawn by some invisible force, the longsword instantly flew into Rock's hand.
The Marine stood there in a daze, his mouth slightly open.
Rock gripped the standard-issue longsword and casually weighed it in his hand.
It