The Match Begins, Futsu-no-Mitama

Hawkeye stood on his ship, looking at Roya before him.

The aura around him continued to rise.

Like a sharp sword ready to leave its sheath at any moment.

Even the sky changed color beneath Hawkeye's aura.

An incomparably terrifying pressure bore down on Roya.

Yet Roya paid no mind to such pressure at all.

He stepped forward.

Roya then suddenly arrived above the sea.

"Let's fight farther ahead. I'm afraid the leaking Sword Energy will completely swallow the sea restaurant Baratie."

Hearing Roya's words, Hawkeye nodded as well.

At that moment, he felt his blood gradually beginning to boil.

It had been a very long time since Hawkeye had experienced the feeling of encountering an opponent.

The feeling of facing someone evenly matched with himself.

It filled Hawkeye with anticipation.

"Roya, let me see just how strong you really are!"

As Hawkeye's words fell.

He reached behind his back and slowly drew his black blade.

The pitch-black greatsword was shaped like a cross.

Sword patterns covered its surface.

Such patterns only appeared on fine blades.

Hawkeye's weapon was Yoru, one of the Twelve Supreme Grade Blades!

A chaotic blade with heavy floral patterns and a T-shaped guard, known as the "World's Strongest Black Blade"!

On Roya's side, he directly took Futsu-no-Mitama, one of the Twelve Supreme Grade Blades that the System had rewarded him, out of the System Space.

Futsu-no-Mitama's blade was seven feet and four inches long, an unusually shaped longsword.

It was roughly comparable to Hawkeye's Yoru!

Seeing the sharp sword in Roya's hand.

A gleam flashed through Hawkeye's eyes.

He had not expected Roya to possess such an exceptional famed blade as well.

It too was one of the Twelve Supreme Grade Blades!

Hawkeye felt as though he was about to become excited!

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