Chapter 172 The Rules of the Strong
"Ah——!" After an unknown amount of time, a horrifying scream was heard from the Century Bar.
On the street, Mihawk, who was strolling around the city, heard the noise and came here.
I saw a group of doctors in white coats treating a man in suits with a severed head.
"He sat there for a long time, and when we found out and touched him, his head fell off his neck!"
"This is terrible, what is going on?"
"Is it a strange incident? Or a supernatural incident? Is it revenge by evil spirits?!"
As the citizen finished speaking, a strong wind blew on the city streets.
The white cloth covering the body was lifted, and was seen by Mihawk's sharp eyes.
"That flawless cut..." Mihawk vaguely saw the flawless cut on the neck under the white cloth.
It's man-made, not some evil spirit.
"There are beast-level creatures on this island, not just rabbits," Mihawk thought as he listened to the doctors asking the clerk about the situation.
"Signs?" The front desk clerk at Century Bar recalled, "They invited a performing eagle and the manager of a white-haired dancer... They don't have any bad impressions in the neighborhood, but they are a bit lascivious."
"This afternoon, he talked for a long time with a teenager wearing a light black shirt, and nothing else happened."
Black? Eagle?
This made Mihawk frown, and he instantly thought of the goal he was pursuing.
He turned his head sharply and looked around, and found a familiar figure walking into a convenience store near the block.
"That's it!" Jurakol Mihawk will never forget it in his life.
In Rogue Town, Arthur was alone holding a knife, dragging the blade across the frozen sea in a high-profile manner, and walking away from everyone.
The calm expression on his face was broken and he walked towards the street with rapid breathing.
In that convenience store, Arthur was taking Bailey to buy his favorite dumplings.
"Frozen dumplings?!" Olbia stood beside him, staring at Arthur as he rummaged through the bagged dumplings in the cupboard and threw them into the plastic bag that Cooper was holding.
"Can't you just buy some flour and make it yourself? I can make whatever fillings you like!" she continued.
I really don't think it's necessary to eat frozen dumplings.
These words made Arthur's eyes turn red and he turned to look at her instantly:
"Really? You want to pack it for me to eat?"
“Well…” Olbia’s forehead was sweating. He couldn’t quite figure out Arthur, so he stammered, “Well… I can’t…”
"Give me a hundred pounds of flour, boss." Arthur threw a Bailey on the cash register.
Just then, Mihawk arrived outside the convenience store and saw with his own eyes the thin piece of paper money falling from Arthur's hand into the cash register as accurately as a dart.
"If you can't cook it to that chewy, smooth and tender texture, I really don't know what I will do to you." Arthur said to Olbia.
Just as he finished speaking, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face outside the convenience store, carrying a large black knife.
It was Mihawk, who was full of aristocratic temperament. He was standing outside the house with a look of surprise and cold sweat on his face, staring at Arthur seriously.
"What's wrong?" Olbia turned around and looked outside the house.
Suddenly, Arthur stopped shopping, came to her, stuffed all the Baileys into her arms and said, "Restock the supplies, I have something to do."
"Anything?" Olbia asked.
At once, he recognized the young man with an extraordinary aura outside.
Recently, a great swordsman with eyes like an eagle has been hunting navy ships for fun.
He shocked the world with his rare talent in swordsmanship.
And that person was the young man Arthur was walking towards.
The great swordsman, Hawkeye Mihawk.
As for his last name "Joracor", it has not been revealed.
On the street outside, people kept running to the bar to watch the excitement.
Arthur walked up to Mihawk, stared at him and asked, "I heard about a sword-crazy kid who had been practicing sword since he was young a long time ago. I wonder what he wants from me now?"
He sensed that Mihawk was full of fighting spirit, and that the intimidating aura he exuded seemed to be specifically directed at him.
"What is someone like you doing in a place like this?" Mihawk was very confused.
I feel that Arthur's behavior is somewhat inconsistent with his personality.
With that arrogant attitude, he is actually willing to integrate into the lives of ordinary people and shop at a convenience store?
What a joke! ?
In his mind, this is not the attitude that a strong person should have.
"Obviously." Arthur pointed his thumb at the convenience store behind him: "Buy supplies and wait for the pointer to record the magnetic field."
"Is that true?" Mihawk asked Arthur, "The incident on Beehive Island..."
Even without fighting, he could see at a glance the gap between him and the man in front of him.
Even though he was given the title of a great swordsman, he still couldn't shake the person in front of him?
Mihawk just felt that he wasn't practicing hard enough, but he didn't want to lose his peaceful life.
"Beehive Island?" Arthur recalled that it was more than a year ago.
"Is it true that you killed Captain John?" Mihawk continued to ask:
"I heard that when the Four Emperors were fighting against the navy, his tomb was dug up and robbed by pirates in the Hive."
Arthur, who was slightly tipsy, yawned and was speechless at these words.
He and Mihawk were not familiar with each other, yet the other party asked so many questions.
"What are you doing here? We just met by chance, are you here to ask me about these boring things that have already happened?" He asked Mihawk, "Or do you have another purpose?"
The other person is very young and looks more mature than Shanks.
His strength is much stronger than Shanks at his current stage.
Because, under Arthur's eyes, Mihawk didn't have much slow visual effect.
The ability to slowly observe Observation Haki is regarded by Arthur as one of his unique evolutionary directions.
When he looked at the opponent, he found that his movements had not slowed down much, which meant that he had the strength to fight with him.
Seeing that Arthur didn't want to answer him, Mihawk stated his purpose directly: "You are one of my targets. Of course I came to duel with you."
"Duel?" Arthur looked around at the crowd: "Here?"
As he said this, he was about to draw his knife. Mihawk saw him and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "We are not in a civilized city. Do you want to kill innocent people for no reason?"
Arthur stopped drawing his sword, smiled contemptuously, turned back to the convenience store and continued shopping, saying, "It doesn't matter. If they are affected, they can only blame their bad luck."
Doesn't this mean that Mihawk doesn't want to hurt innocent people?
There's no need to fight here, and there's no need to talk any more.
After all, Arthur was not familiar with him and had only met him once.
"Let's go to another place, Arthur, the master of the icy sword. Let's go to the mountains to decide the outcome." Mihawk mustered up his courage and challenged Arthur.
He had no idea that Arthur was now also searching the seas for powerful enemies to fight.
Arthur and others took their purchases to the convenience store checkout counter.
The boss was already stunned by the conversation and was at a loss as to what to do when looking at the items on the table.
"How many Baileys?" Olbia asked.
"No... no charge, it's... free." The boss said to her hurriedly.
The name of the Extreme Ice Swordsman is widely known on the sea, especially the negative rumors.
At this moment, the inexplicable fear in his heart overwhelmed all his rationality, and he just wanted to stay alive.
"You know you can't win, but you still want to challenge me? Are you trying to use me to test your current strength? The consequences will be serious." Arthur lowered his voice and looked at Mihawk with sharp eyes.
This made Mihawk immediately change his words and said, "The sparring... is just an exchange of swordsmanship, not a life-and-death duel between pirates."
"Then you have to follow my rules. It's not over until I say it's over. You can't move until I say you can't move." Arthur also told him his rules.
Although he didn't exude any murderous intent, the invisible aura in those battle-hardened eyes was enough to make Mihawk sweat profusely.
"I won't die, right?" Mihawk asked subconsciously. He didn't know what Arthur's rules were.
"The strong make the rules. If you find that I am weaker than you in a duel, you can also make similar rules for me to humiliate me." Arthur added.
After shopping, he took Olbia and Cooper to the port terminal.
"What a strange way of doing things. Have you used it on someone before?" Mihawk asked tentatively, following closely behind Arthur.
"You used it once in Magic Valley Town." Arthur smiled and turned to look at him: "Want to eat dumplings?"
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