Abyssal Echo

Dawn looked at Hawk-Eye, who stood ready before him.

"I'm curious. There are three starting islands in the New World. Weren't you worried I'd take another route?"

"I merely picked one at random and waited."

Mihawk slowly raised the Black Blade Yoru in his hand. His hawk-like eyes gleamed in the darkness, like an eagle that had locked onto its prey.

"Then it seems your luck is pretty good."

Dawn instantly turned into a blur and leaped into the air. On the pitch-black Kikoku in his hand, black-red Conqueror's Haki Coating intertwined with Armament Haki. A golden blade of light tore open the sky in an instant, even splitting the countless falling bolts of lightning down the middle. Like a falling sun, the radiant slash came crashing down upon Mihawk.

"Looks like this trip wasn't in vain after all!"

Mihawk shouted low as he lunged forward like a giant eagle pouncing on a snake. Both hands gripped the hilt of the Black Blade Yoru as he slowly raised the Supreme Grade Twelve blade.

As the Black Blade rose, a deep green flash of sword light burst forth. The pitch-black night sky seemed to be forcibly cleaved apart by that invisible blade, and even the hundreds upon thousands of lightning bolts pouring from the heavens were neatly severed before it, stripped of their former might.

Golden and deep green sword lights collided fiercely in midair. The two incomparably sharp waves of sword energy slammed against each other, carving thick cracks through the nearby mountaintops, which had been struck by lightning for countless years and were hard as iron.

The mountaintop spanning several hundred meters instantly collapsed beneath the two world-destroying slashes, breaking into small chunks of stone that were then reduced to dust by the even more violent sword energy.

Mihawk