Duel in the Calm Belt

Time slipped by, and tension mounted across the world.

In Marineford, Sengoku entered a vast conference room where several members of the Shichibukai were already seated.

Doflamingo burst out laughing.

"Well, well! Look who's here!"

"Heh heh heh! Isn't that Fleet Admiral Sengoku?"

"I didn't expect a man like you to show up!"

Crocodile blew out a mouthful of smoke and glanced toward Hawkeye.

Hawkeye had his legs propped on the table, his hat pulled low and his arms crossed over his chest.

Hawkeye was alone, with no crew under his command. With no one but himself to worry about, the Shichibukai's rules placed almost no restraint on him at all.

It was entirely possible that one day he might turn his blade on the Marines.

"I only came to see how strong that man really is!"

"Heh heh heh! Mihawk, now that you've inherited the Sword Emperor's Sword Intent, is the title of World's Greatest Swordsman no longer enough for you?"

At Doflamingo's words, Mihawk raised his head and looked at him. A chill radiated from his hawklike eyes.

Doflamingo felt a shiver run through him. No one would feel comfortable under that sudden stare, and he was no exception.

"Do you think wearing the mantle of a Celestial Dragon means I wouldn't dare kill you?"

Veins bulged across Doflamingo's forehead, and his face darkened.

"Hahaha! Hawkeye! If you dare, go ahead and try!"

"The Dark World gets some things right. A clown shouldn't think a few connections will keep him safe. If I paid a visit to Dressrosa, how many members of the Donquixote Family do you think would survive?"

Doflamingo fell silent. He truly could not afford to provoke a lone fighter this powerful.

"Heh heh heh! No wonder you can fight one of the Four Emperors