Chapter 326

Chris looked calm and shook his head. "Still not fast enough."

Clearly, he wasn't satisfied.

Mihawk had blocked the Bull Needle with ease. That said it all.

The move might work against someone else, but to Mihawk, it was nothing.

By now, Chris had a rough grasp of Mihawk's true abilities.

They exchanged a glance, then struck again.

This time, Mihawk had no intention of testing the waters!

"Dark Night—Slash!"

Mihawk raised his Black Blade, Yoru, high and brought it down toward Chris.

The move was far from flashy, but the Sword Energy surging from Yoru

was not to be underestimated!

It was a simple slash, yet Chris felt the pressure around him suddenly grow much heavier.

It was as though an invisible hand had pinned him in place.

To his surprise, Mihawk's slash seemed to have restricted his speed.

It felt like falling into a swamp, with tremendous resistance pressing in from every side.

Chris frowned slightly and gave a cold snort.

He drew Blood Red lightly through the air, and the oppressive feeling immediately eased.

Then he held Blood Red across his body and thrust it upward.

Clang!

Steel rang against steel, and dust billowed up around them.

When it cleared, Chris and Mihawk had already sprung apart.

This time, Chris regarded Mihawk with a grave expression.

He had finally experienced the Swordsmanship of the World's Greatest Swordsman firsthand.

Even the simplest, most ordinary slash could bring such crushing pressure to bear.

Dracule Mihawk smiled faintly. "Not bad. Your reactions are fast enough!"

"You didn't panic when you got bogged down. You stayed calm and broke my hold with ease."

When Dracule Mihawk fought, he preferred to settle things in a single move.

Dark Night—Slash was one of the moves he knew best and liked most.

Simple and