The next instant, Mihawk and Solder focused their minds and charged at each other.
Whoosh—
They flashed past each other, two blinding lights flaring in that fleeting instant.
Then both men froze, each holding his stance.
At that moment, every Swordsman held his breath, staring at the two without so much as blinking.
They knew the World's Greatest Swordsman was about to emerge.
Who would it be?
A second later, a cloud of blood suddenly burst from Mihawk's chest.
A sword wound appeared across his body, stretching from his left collarbone to his right hip.
It was deep enough to expose bone. They could even see his beating heart.
Blood poured out, staining his clothes crimson.
Mihawk swayed, finally dropping to one knee. Only his sword kept him from collapsing.
But his deathly pale face and trembling arms made it clear that he was already at the end of his rope.
The watching Swordsmen instinctively held their breath.
So Solder was the World's Greatest Swordsman!
But just as that thought crossed their minds, a cloud of blood burst from Solder's chest as well.
A sword wound that had nearly cut him in half appeared across his body.
Solder coughed up a mouthful of blood and, mustering the last of his strength, rasped:
"You... won."
Then Solder collapsed, losing consciousness.
Now the result was clear.
Though Mihawk was gravely wounded, he was still conscious.
The World's Greatest Swordsman had been crowned!
A bird circling high overhead deftly pressed its camera shutter with its wing.
Click—click—
Then it flew off at once, unwilling to linger for even another second.
After all, its sharp eyes had already spotted Randall.
It had heard its colleagues talk about this human.
This human was vicious! Absolutely terrifying!
The surrounding Swordsmen were beside themselves with excitement. Having