"You have no authority over us!"
Even faced with Dracule Mihawk and Marco, Jack the Drought remained defiant.
What he had not expected was for Dracule Mihawk to be even more unyielding.
Dracule Mihawk gave a cold snort. "Now that I'm here, I do."
"Since you have no intention of interfering in the war between the Chris Pirates and Pudora Kingdom, wait here a while."
"Once the fighting inside is over, you can do whatever you like."
"But until then, I won't let you in!"
Clearly, Dracule Mihawk was not buying Jack the Drought's argument.
Whatever their reasons, they were not entering Blackwater Valley today.
Page One frowned and snapped, "Don't think being the World's Greatest Swordsman makes you invincible!"
"Do you really think we're afraid to fight?"
The Beasts Pirates had brought a formidable force with them.
It might not match the Big Mom Pirates' lineup, but it was still powerful.
And Page One had a short fuse. How could he let this slide?
Dracule Mihawk's expression did not change. "Is that so?"
"If you want a fight, come at me."
"Beat me, and you can go in."
Without another word, Dracule Mihawk drew the great Black Blade Yoru from his back.
The instant Yoru left its sheath, everyone present felt a sharp sword aura spread through the air.
At the same time, Dracule Mihawk's presence surged.
A trace of killing intent had appeared around him.
Page One instinctively took a step back and swallowed.
The moment Dracule Mihawk drew his blade, Page One seemed to see his own death.
That terrifying pressure left him struggling to breathe.
In a single instant, his nerve failed him.
Jack the Drought had not expected Dracule Mihawk to draw his sword so readily, either.
Was this man even more hotheaded than he