Chapter 820: Special Training Ends (1)
Time flies, six days passed in the blink of an eye...
(Didn’t expect that?)
(To put it simply, I suddenly felt guilty and decided not to write any more stories.)
Unknown Sea,
A black shadow streaked across the sky like lightning, passed through the air barrier at an astonishing speed, and fell onto the sea like a meteor.
boom! ! !
In an instant,
The tension of the sea level and the impact of the fall collided violently, producing a deafening roar that resounded through the sky.
"puff!"
Mihawk's face turned as pale as paper, his throat churned, and then he suddenly spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood.
The next second, the surrounding sea water surged towards him like an enraged beast, and was about to swallow him mercilessly.
at this time,
A dark figure suddenly appeared beside him like a ghost. After reaching out and grabbing Mihawk's arm, the two figures disappeared in the blink of an eye.
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"Cough cough cough..."
Mihawk's face was distorted, his expression was in pain, and he kept coughing.
Every cough caused more blood foam to overflow from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.
The camera turns,
The originally elegant and mysterious black cloak was now in tatters, with only a few torn strips of cloth swaying in the wind.
And his lining was covered with deep and shallow knife marks, revealing the hideous wounds underneath.
The most shocking thing was a huge wound one meter long that went from the shoulder to the entire upper body, with blood constantly gushing out of it...
After a while,
Mihawk barely recovered some strength, and endured the piercing pain from all over his body, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother...you hit too hard..."
Aizen, who was standing opposite him, just glanced at him calmly when he heard this, then sneered and said, "You can only blame yourself for being too lax. You can't withstand the high-frequency swordplay of this fighting style."
Mihawk sighed softly, his eyes revealing a kind of despair and helplessness, and he murmured in a low voice: "Is it really my fault?"
"Over the years, apart from that guy Shanks, no swordsman has ever been able to withstand my full-strength attack."
"I also want to experience this kind of blood-throwing duel, but they don't give me the chance..."
Bang!
Aizen raised his hand and hit Mihawk hard on the top of his head. The latter shrank his head in pain and gasped.
His expression was extremely serious, and his cold eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing straight at Mihawk. His tone was full of majesty and anger, which made people feel afraid.
"Brat, have you ignored everything I said to you before?"
"If you continue with this mentality, I will never allow you to participate in this final war."
Aizen's voice was low and powerful, as if every word was squeezed out from between his teeth.
"You always think you are invincible, but you know that heroes are as numerous as the sea!"
Aizen became more and more excited as he spoke, veins even popping out on his forehead.
"Let's not talk about anything else for now, just talk about the swordsman in the Straw Hat Pirates. If he is given enough time to grow, he will definitely surpass you in the future!"
Saying,
He grabbed Mihawk's collar, shook him hard, and roared: "Who do you think your enemy is? It's the World Government with hundreds of years of history, not those small pirates!"
"Those five old guys alone are not easy to deal with."
"They are not the so-called remnants of the last era, but the remnants that have survived for hundreds of years."
"The guy holding the First Generation Kitetsu, if you only rely on your current strength, you can't be his opponent at all!"
As soon as this word comes out,
Mihawk lowered his head, his expression completely covered by the shadow, and said in a muffled voice: "I know..."
Bang!
Aizen slapped him on the head again, and with a complicated look in his eyes, he shouted in a low voice: "Asshole, how can I rest assured when you are like this!"
The words fell,
The whole scene suddenly fell into a dead silence. It was as if time had frozen at this moment, without any sound or movement.
I do not know how long it has been,
Mihawk slowly raised his head and looked at Aizen. After the two looked at each other for a moment, he suddenly grinned and said, "Brother, let's start the next round of special training."
Hearing this, Aizen sighed slightly and said in a deep voice: "You kid, you are really talented and your heart is really proud."
"I shouldn't have forced you and hit you like this..."
"Big brother."
Before Aizen could finish his words, Mihawk interrupted him. He looked at Aizen sincerely with a smile on his face.
"You are the best person in the world to me and you won't harm me."
Aizen's breathing hitched.
"Brother, I listened to every word you said."
Mihawk's eyes were serious and his tone was firm.
"Over the years, my swordsmanship has improved so slowly, simply because I have no way to compete with stronger swordsmen..."
"But after so many days of training with you, my progress can no longer be described as a thousand miles a day!"
"Believe me, I can definitely beat that guy. No one can beat me in the way of the sword, except you, of course..."
"Stinky boy!"
Aizen scolded with a smile: "Alright, stop talking, I believe in your talent."
"No one in this world knows your talent for swordsmanship better than me."
He raised his hand and placed it on Mihawk's shoulder, and a large amount of Yang-attribute chakra poured into his body, healing the wounds on his body.
"Okay, no more fighting."
"Today is the last day, leaving it to you to summarize what you have gained over the past few days."
"Don't try to copy my swordplay style. Forge your own path."
After all,
Aizen waved his left hand and sucked the black sword Night that was stuck on the ground nearby, and used magnetic escape to repair the cracks on the sword.
"My swordsmanship is based on the 'Yuan Liu' that I taught you back then, and I combined it with the Eight Thousand Flows created by another strong man to create my own swordsmanship."
"Yachiryu is a sword technique that combines hundreds of sword techniques. Its fighting style is cunning, direct, and focused on killing."
"From the third to the fifth day, I used this sword technique."
Aizen stared at Mihawk closely, and said in a low and powerful voice: "So, I hope you can comprehend your own unique swordsmanship essence from these two swordsmanship styles."
After all,
He paused, then continued, "After today, I will teach you the technique of physical activation and the lightning chakra mode."
Hearing this,
Mihawk's eyes lit up slightly, but then returned to their solemn look.
Aizen seemed to see what Mihawk was thinking, and he continued, "That old guy Nasu Juro is an animal-type devil fruit user, and an awakened mythical beast-type one at that."
"If you trade injuries for injuries or waste your energy, then you will never be his opponent."
"If you want to defeat him, you can only choose to deal the highest damage in the shortest time!"
Mihawk's face suddenly became serious when he heard this.
He slowly reached out and grasped the hilt of Ye's knife, his eyes flickering constantly, and I don't know what he was thinking about...
