Chapter 1289 Roronoa Zoro

As soon as this statement came out!

Like a thunder exploding in the air, the pirate's eyes widened instantly, and anger erupted like a volcano.

He suddenly raised his two guns with both hands, pointed the black muzzles straight ahead, and roared, "Stop being so arrogant!"

Immediately afterwards, two loud bangs were heard, and the deafening gunshots broke the calmness of the sea.

Two deadly bullets whizzed out of the gun barrel like lightning, shooting straight at Mihawk with endless murderous intent.

However, facing this sudden attack, Mihawk did not even raise his eyelids.

Just when the bullet was about to hit him, he drew out the black knife from his waist with lightning speed.

The black knife flashed with an icy cold light in the sunlight at night, as if it could cut off everything in the world.

Mihawk swung his arm and gently slashed the black knife Night in his hand in the direction where the bullet came from.

In an instant, the bullet that was originally moving straight forward seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, brushing against the blade of Black Knife Night and changing its shooting trajectory.

The two bullets just passed by Mihawk, creating a gust of wind, and then shot fiercely into the ruins of a ship nearby.

"Missed? How is that possible!"

The pirate's face was filled with astonishment, his mouth opened so wide that an egg could almost fit in it.

"This guy can actually change the trajectory of a bullet with just a flick of the blade. I've never seen such a gentle sword technique!"

Just as the pirates were in shock, Roronoa Zoro slowly walked over with steady and powerful steps.

His right hand was firmly on the hilt of the sword, his eyes were sharp, and he stared at Mihawk without fear.

After hearing what Zoro said, the confused pirates nearby turned to look at him.

With a crisp clang, Mihawk sheathed the Black Blade Night cleanly and neatly, his movements smooth and seamless.

Then, without even turning his head, he said, "If the sword loses its softness, how can it be strong?"

After saying that, he still sat steadily in the boat, his eyes looking straight ahead, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, Zoro was staring at the ship that had been reduced to ruins.

"Is that the sword you used to split the ship in half?"

Mihawk nodded slightly and admitted frankly, "That's right!"

"As expected of one of the greatest swordsmen in the world!"

With a smile on his face and admiration in his eyes, Zoro looked straight at the legendary figure in front of him - Mihawk.

He was dressed in black and the huge black knife behind him gave off a terrifying aura.

"I decided to go out to sea just to meet you!"

Zoro stared at Mihawk with sharp eyes, not concealing his inner desire and fighting spirit.

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand and forcefully tore off the black scarf wrapped around his sturdy arms.

"Oh? Then what exactly do you want to do when you come here?"

Mihawk tilted his head slightly, glanced at Zoro, and asked in a flat tone.

However, Zoro did not answer directly, but quickly wrapped the black scarf he had just torn off around his head again and grinned, revealing a row of white and neat teeth.

"I have only one goal, and that is to become the strongest!"

Zoro said this in a decisive tone, his voice not loud but every word powerful, as if this had already become a belief engraved in his bones.

At this moment, he exuded an unparalleled confidence and momentum.

"Haha, it looks like you have a lot of free time. In that case, why don't we have a good fight?"

There was a gleam of excitement in Zoro's eyes, and he was rubbing his hands together, looking eager to try.

Mihawk stared quietly at the young man in front of him who was full of vigor and ambition. He couldn't help but recall that when he was a rookie and went to sea for the first time, he was also full of ambition like Zoro and wanted to challenge the powerful man who was feared by the world at that time.

Thinking of this, Mihawk couldn't help but shake his head slightly and slowly closed his eyes.

"Pathetic weakling..."

Mihawk murmured softly, not sure whether this sentence was a comment on Zoro or a lament for his own youthful and frivolous self.

Then, he said no more, and his figure flashed, crossing the distance between the two ships in an instant like a ghost, and landed steadily on the other ship.

"If you were truly a first-rate swordsman, you would have been able to see the huge gap between you and me without even a duel. How dare you draw your sword against me so recklessly? Does this courage come from your unwavering will? Or is it simply due to your pathetic ignorance?"

Mihawk walked towards Zoro slowly, as if he was strolling in the garden.

He crossed his arms over his chest, and every step he took was accompanied by an invisible sense of oppression.

When he finally reached Zoro, he stopped and looked down at the young and stubborn swordsman.

"Because I have great ambitions in my heart and a solemn promise made to my good friends!"

Zoro's voice was low and firm, as if it contained endless power.

I saw him slowly pulling out the knives from his waist. There were three knives in total. He held one of them tightly in his mouth, and the other two were held tightly in his hands.

At this moment, Zoro's whole body was tense, like a beast ready to go, he was ready for battle, staring straight at Mihawk without flinching.

At this breathtakingly tense moment, everyone present turned their eyes to Zoro.

Luffy stood aside, his brows furrowed and a look of worry on his face.

However, facing everyone's attention, Zoro did not waver at all. His eyes were still extremely sharp, as if he had already put life and death aside.

Mihawk couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

His thoughts instantly drifted back to twenty-four years ago, when a similar scene occurred.

The Zoro in front of him looked just like himself back then. Whether it was his expression, his posture, or his determination to move forward courageously, they were almost carved from the same mold.

Recalling the moment when the man accepted the challenge without hesitation, Mihawk's mouth curled up slightly, and a barely perceptible hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

Then, Mihawk stretched out his right hand and gently grasped the cross hanging around his neck.

Then, he slowly and gracefully pulled out a hidden knife.

Zoro, who had been on high alert, frowned even more tightly after noticing Mihawk's subtle movement.

"What do you want to do?"

Zoro bit the hilt of the knife tightly, and a low voice came out from between his teeth.

His eyes were wide open as he stared at Mihawk in front of him, emitting a strong murderous intent.

Mihawk's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a hint of mockery.