Faced with such immense vitality.
Mihawk could not suppress the greed rising within him.
If he could absorb all of Randall's vitality, wouldn't he become a god on the spot?
Holy shit! This temptation was too much!
A red light flared in Mihawk's eyes.
"You're strong, but unfortunately, it's all mine now!"
He grinned, baring his teeth in a greedy smile.
Randall frowned, but his expression soon relaxed.
"Heh, that sword of yours is pretty strong too.
But unfortunately, it's mine now!"
He grinned, revealing a cold smile.
Mihawk froze at his words.
Then, suddenly, pain shot through the arm he had gripping Randall.
Blood streaked across his vision.
His arm had been torn clean off.
Then an immense, irresistible force struck his abdomen.
He went flying once again.
This time, however, he had no intention of running.
Not that he could escape even if he wanted to.
But choosing to stay and being forced to stay were two different things, weren't they?
Randall couldn't kill him in a single blow anyway.
He could regenerate endlessly!
In the brief time it took him to fall into the sea and surface again.
Mihawk had not only healed completely, but had also grown a new arm.
Randall appeared in front of him in an instant.
Then he brought his hand down like a blade.
One of Mihawk's arms went flying again.
Only this time, it was the arm holding the Seven-Star Sword.
Mihawk could no longer remain calm.
He hurriedly reached for the Seven-Star Sword with his other hand.
Fleshy tendrils also began writhing out of the wound on the severed arm.
Trying to return to his body.
But however fast Mihawk was, he could never match Randall's speed.
Without any visible movement from Randall, Mihawk's arm exploded into bloody scraps.
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