Chapter 1291 Zoro VS Mihawk (Part )

He was seen holding the long sword tightly in both hands, roaring: "Tiger-hunting!"

This roar seemed to contain endless anger and unwillingness, and it also seemed like an unyielding struggle against fate.

Zoro's mind kept flashing back to the beliefs he once held - the dream of becoming the world's greatest swordsman, the ups and downs he had experienced with his partners, and the countless battles on the brink of life and death.

These memories were like a burning flame, igniting the strongest fighting spirit deep in his heart.

At this moment, Mihawk on the opposite side stared at Zoro with his eagle-like sharp eyes.

Just a glance makes people feel an invisible pressure coming towards them.

However, Zoro did not show any intention of retreating, but instead bravely moved forward in the face of this pressure.

The next second, Mihawk finally moved. His movements were as fast as lightning, and the black knife in his hand stabbed straight at Zoro at lightning speed.

The extremely sharp tip of the knife was like a black lightning, heading straight for Zoro's shoulder.

In the blink of an eye, the tip of the knife had touched Zoro's shoulder.

There was a crisp "clang" sound, and the double swords in Zoro's hands that were about to fall suddenly stopped in mid-air, and were in a stalemate with Mihawk's black sword.

At the same time, a trickle of bright red blood slowly flowed down Zoro's shoulder, dripping onto the ground, forming shocking blood flowers.

Despite this, Zoro still seemed powerless in front of Mihawk.

Mihawk felt a little surprised when he saw this.

He stared at Zoro expressionlessly and asked coldly: "Do you want me to pierce your heart like this? Why don't you dodge?"

Mihawk knew very well that although his previous attack was fierce, he did not use his full strength.

He just used a strength comparable to that of Zoro.

According to common sense, as long as Zoro was determined to dodge, he could have avoided this attack.

Facing Mihawk's questioning, Zoro gritted his teeth and gripped the hilt tightly.

His body was trembling slightly due to the pain, but his eyes remained firm.

After a long while, he finally spoke with difficulty: "Well... I don't know! But I always feel that if I take even one step back here, the vows and promises that I have always cherished, as well as many important things, will be destroyed. In that case, I am afraid I will never be able to come back here and realize my dream again!"

Mihawk's eyes, as sharp as a hawk, were fixed on Zoro in front of him, as if he could see through him.

"Really? That's failure!"

Mihawk said in his usual calm and deep voice.

Zoro bit the hilt of the sword in his hand, his eyes unwavering as he stared back at Mihawk, not flinching.

"In that case, there is even less reason to back down!"

His tone was full of determination and perseverance.

"Even if I die?"

Mihawk asked expressionlessly, as if trying to test Takashi's resolve further.

Zoro raised his head slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face. That smile revealed a kind of carefree attitude of facing death head-on.

"It would be a relief to die!"

He said with a chuckle, as if death was not a terrible thing to him.

At this moment, Mihawk thought to himself: "What a strong will, she would rather die than lose. Perhaps it is because I lack this indomitable will that I have never made up my mind to challenge that woman!"

He calmly looked at the opponent in front of him who looked young but had an extremely strong heart, with a barely perceptible admiration in his eyes.

Mihawk raised his head slightly, then slowly pulled out the knife that had been stuck in Zoro's shoulder.

As the knife was pulled out, a stream of blood instantly gushed out from the wound, but Zoro just frowned, endured the severe pain, and slowly took a few steps back.

However, he quickly regained his footing and once again assumed a fighting stance, his eyes still fixed firmly on Mihawk.

"Boy, tell me your name!"

Mihawk finally asked, his voice was not loud but it carried an irresistible authority.

Zoro took a deep breath and responded loudly, "Roronoa Zoro!"

Before he finished speaking, he quickly held out three knives at the same time. The blades flashed with cold light, and he looked like he was ready to attack at any time.

The atmosphere of the whole scene was extremely tense.

"I will remember you! My strong man whom I haven't seen for a long time, today let me end your life journey with the etiquette of a true swordsman, using this unparalleled black sword, Night, which is ranked among the Twelve Great Swords of Supreme Speed!"

Mihawk slowly pulled out the terrifying black sword, Night, from his broad and solid back. His eagle-like sharp eyes were fixed on Zoro in front of him, and he spoke solemnly and seriously.

Zoro looked at Mihawk, who had already drawn his black knife, with a serious expression on his face. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind: "Is this the final blow that determines life or death? If I fail, I will die. Will I become the strongest man standing at the top of the world, or will I die?"

However, even though he knew that this battle would be disastrous, deep down in Zoro's heart he did not have the slightest fear or intention of retreating.

He took a deep breath, and steadily assumed his best defensive stance, thinking to himself.

At the same time, Mihawk raised the long sword in his right hand, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he uttered three words coldly: "Go to hell!"

Before he finished speaking, his body shook, his toes lightly tapped the ground, and the whole person rushed towards Zoro like an arrow from a bow with unparalleled momentum.

Facing the aggressive Mihawk, Zoro showed no fear. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and began to rapidly spin the blade in his hand.

As he moved, a powerful airflow instantly formed around him, making a whistling sound.

Then, Zoro shouted, "Three Swords Style Secret Technique: Three Thousand Worlds!"

After shouting, he rushed towards Mihawk without hesitation.

In an instant, swords and sabers flashed and crisscrossed, and the two sides launched a thrilling and fierce confrontation.

I saw two figures moving as fast as lightning, and the blades in each other's hands kept colliding in the air, splashing out a series of dazzling sparks.

In just a blink of an eye, the two passed each other.

next second!

Accompanied by a crisp clicking sound, a shocking scene appeared.

The knife that Zoro was holding in both hands and the knife that he was biting in his mouth broke at the same time, and countless sharp blades fluttered in the air like snowflakes.