Chapter 1289 Roronoa Soron

This statement comes out!

It was like a thunder blew up in the air, and the pirate's eyes widened in an instant, and anger gushed out like a volcano.

He suddenly raised his guns with both hands, aiming the black muzzle straight ahead, and shouted angrily: "Stop being rampant!"

Immediately afterwards, two loud "bang" sounds were heard, and the deafening gunfire broke the calm of the sea.

Two deadly bullets whizzed out of the barrel like lightning, and shot straight towards Mihawk with endless murderous intent.

However, facing this sudden attack, Mihawk never raised his eyelids.

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

The black knife, the night was shining with a cold and cold light in the sun, as if it could cut off everything in the world.

Mihawk waved his arm, and the black knife Ye in his hand gently stroked the direction the bullet flew.

In an instant, the bullet that was originally moving forward seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, and the blade of the black knife Ye changed its shooting trajectory.

The two bullets passed by Mihawk, causing a gust of wind, and then shot hard into the ruins of the ship beside them.

"Damn it? How is that possible!"

The pirate's face was full of astonishment, his mouth was wide open, and he could almost stuff an egg into it.

"This guy can actually change the trajectory of the bullet with a light lifting of the blade. I have never seen such a gentle sword technique!"

Just when the pirates were shocked, Roronoa Zoro walked slowly with steady and powerful steps.

His right hand was tightly placed on the hilt of the knife, his eyes were as bright as a torch, looking directly at Mihawk without fear.

The unknown pirates next to him turned to look at Zoro after hearing what he said.

With a crisp clang, Mihawk put the black knife into the sheath cleanly, and his movements were smooth and flowing.

Then, he said without looking back: "If the sword is gone, how can it be strong?"

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

At this time, Zoro stared at the ship that had been destroyed into ruins.

"Did you split the ship with that sword?"

Mihawk nodded slightly and admitted frankly: "That's true!"

"I am indeed a great swordsman with all my talents in the world!"

Zoro smiled, with admiration in his eyes, and looked straight at the legendary figure in front of him - Mihawk.

I saw him wearing a black suit, and the huge black knife behind him exuded a terrifying aura.

"I went out to sea to meet you!"

Zoro's eyes were like torch, staring at Mihawk tightly, without hiding his inner desire and fighting spirit.

While speaking, he slowly raised his hand and pulled away the black scarf wrapped around his thick arms.

"Oh? Then what are you trying to do when you come here this time?"

Mihawk turned his head slightly, glanced at Zoro, and asked in a plain tone.

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

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

Zoro said firmly, his voice was not loud but his words were sonorous and powerful, as if this had long become his belief engraved in his bones.

At this moment, his whole body exuded an unparalleled confidence and momentum.

"Haha, it seems that you are very idle. Since that's the case, why don't we have a happy contest!"

Zoro's eyes were flashing with excitement, he was ready to try.

Mihawk stared quietly at the young man full of vitality and ambition in front of him. He couldn't help but recall that when he first went out to sea, he was as passionate and ambition as Zoro, and he wanted to challenge the world at that time. The strong man.

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

"The sad weak..."

Mihawk murmured softly, not knowing whether this sentence was evaluating Zoro or lamenting his once young and frivolous self.

Immediately afterwards, he stopped talking, flashed his body, and instantly crossed the distance between the two ships like a ghost, landing steadily on the other party's ship.

"If you are really a first-class swordsman, you can see the gap between you and me without comparing your sword. How dare you draw your sword at me so recklessly? This courage comes from your unwavering stubbornness. Where is the will? Or is it just the pathetic ignorance of yours?”

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

He wrapped his arms around his chest, and every step was filled with an invisible sense of oppression.

When he finally came to Zoro, he stopped and stared at the young and stubborn swordsman in front of him.

"Because I have lofty ambitions in my heart and the solemn promises I made with my good friends!"

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

He slowly pulled out the knife from his waist, a total of three knifes, one of which was tightly bitten in his mouth, and the other two were held tightly by him.

At this moment, Zoro's whole body was tense, like a beast ready to go, setting up a battle posture, looking directly at Mihawk without any retreat.

At this moment when it was so nervous that it was suffocating, everyone present turned their eyes to Zoro.

Luffy stood aside, frowning and worried expression on his face.

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

Seeing this, Mihawk couldn't help but laugh softly.

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

Zoro in front of him was like himself, whether it was his expression, posture, or his determination to move forward, almost all were carved from the same mold.

Recalling the moment when the man responded to the challenge without hesitation, Mihawk's mouth slightly raised, and a trace of playfulness flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Mihawk stretched out his right hand and gently held the cross hanging around his neck.

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

After Zoro, who had been waiting for the battle, noticed Mihawk's subtle movement, his brows frowned even tighter.

"What do you want to do?"

Zoro bit the hilt tightly, and a low voice squeezed out from his teeth.

He glared wide, staring at Mihawk in front of him, and exuding a strong murderous intent all over his body.

The corners of Mihawk's mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint look of mockery.