The Old Generation's Fighting Style

When Hawk-Eye mentioned having a friend, Oak guessed that friend was Red-Hair. Hawk-Eye seemed to have only that one friend, so it was not hard to guess.

Thinking of Shanks, Oak could not help thinking of his twin brother.

He wondered how the other man was doing.

Oak remembered that back at God Valley, he had helped him, personally delivering him into Dragon's hands. He did not know whether Dragon had managed to take him out of God Valley afterward.

Oak was still waiting for him and Shanks to kill that bastard Garling together!

As for Hawk-Eye recognizing him, Oak did not care. He had never deliberately concealed his identity. So what if he was recognized? What could anyone do to him?

It was already a blessing if he did not deal with them!

Boom!

With a powerful swing, Oak sent Hawk-Eye flying with a single strike. Hawk-Eye's swordsmanship was indeed excellent. Even compared to Golden Lion at his peak, he was not inferior in the slightest, perhaps even stronger. But in terms of strength, there was a heaven-and-earth gap between him and Oak. As long as their swords collided, Hawk-Eye would inevitably be sent flying.

This time, Hawk-Eye flew several hundred meters away.

"Damn it!"

Hawk-Eye gritted his teeth and forcibly halted his backward flight, staring at his opponent. This was the strongest foe he had ever faced in terms of raw strength. It was powerful to the point of being absurd. He had fought power-type opponents before, but none had possessed such overwhelming strength. He simply could not clash head-on with Oak. Once they made contact, he could not withstand that immense force at all.

Yet this only ignited his fighting spirit. It had been a long time since he had encountered such an opponent, and his blood