Bartolomeo, his green rooster-comb hair standing tall, sneered. "That Borsalino seems to be the weakest of the Three Marine Admirals, doesn't he?"
"And even if he isn't weak, Dracule Mihawk has the power to fight on the level of the Four Emperors."
"No matter what, Mihawk can stop Borsalino."
Hawkins, looking as grim as a corpse, said without expression, "I just ran the numbers."
"Mihawk's chance of successfully stopping Borsalino is seventy percent!"
"And Borsalino's chance of defeating Mihawk is zero percent!"
"So even if something unexpected happens, Mihawk can at least fight Borsalino to a draw."
Hawkins stared at them with dead-fish eyes and said without a trace of emotion, "There's no need for anyone to worry."
"Dracule Mihawk's strength is something we can all trust."
The Division Commanders' faith in Dracule Mihawk's strength came partly from his legendary reputation.
The World's Greatest Swordsman. A man who had once fought Red-Haired Shanks as an equal.
It was hard not to believe in the strength of someone like that.
And after seeing Dracule Mihawk match Chris in Swordsmanship, they had even less reason to doubt him.
The Division Commanders knew very well how powerful Chris was.
Though Chris rarely showed his Swordsmanship, everyone knew his talent was monstrous.
So the Division Commanders had no doubt that Chris had taken his Swordsmanship to the absolute limit!
That... was how much they trusted Chris.
And the fact that Dracule Mihawk could match Chris in Swordsmanship said everything.
Chris smiled at Mihawk and nodded. "Mihawk will have no trouble holding off Borsalino."
"Defeating Mihawk... now that would be incredibly difficult."
"At the very least, I don't believe Borsalino has what it takes."
Hearing Chris's words, the other Division Commanders fell silent.
They would always trust Chris's judgment.
Chris turned back to Mihawk. "I'm