At that moment, all of Dazhen's doubts vanished. Though he hated to admit it, Ryan truly deserved the title of World's Greatest Swordsman.
This was the ultimate goal of all swordsmen. How many people in this world used blades and swords? Among ten people with any fighting ability, three or four—nearly half—used such weapons. Even standardized firearms and ammunition could not match that level of popularity.
Still, Ryan being called the World's Greatest Swordsman was only whispered about, acknowledged by very few.
But it was far from over. The black hole was still expanding. What had once been a tiny black dot in space was now the size of a fist.
Just as Ryan cradled Hawkeye and prepared to leave, a hand grabbed his ankle. Looking down, Ryan saw that it was Crocodile.
Crocodile was in a wretched state. The golden hook on his left hand had broken, and his clothes were in tatters, leaving none of his former splendor.
"Save me!" Crocodile said weakly.
"That depends on whether you can hold on tight!"
Ryan teleported away. Crocodile used the last of his strength to cling to Ryan's foot and followed him out.
Once outside, Ryan saw that these people were still standing around watching the show. He hurriedly shouted at the confused crowd, "Idiots, run already!"
"Run?" Huge question marks seemed to appear above everyone's heads.
But the Blood Sword Pirates did not hesitate. Their captain's orders were absolute, and at least so far, he had never been wrong.
With a flick of his leg, Ryan sent Crocodile flying down in front of Pofitas and Mr. 1, then returned to the Soaring Dragon with the others.
"Go!"
At Ryan's command, the Soaring Dragon quickly took off. Though he had no idea why, Dazhen hurriedly grabbed Buggy and jumped aboard