Chapter 51 This familiar line
"So fast!!"
Mihawk's pupils shrank into thin needles at this moment, and he trembled violently.
Although before this challenge trip, he had heard more or less about the astonishing swordsmanship of Rogers Darren, the "King of the North Sea"...
But when he faced it personally at this moment, he truly realized the terrifying and suffocating sense of oppression!
There was no pre-swinging action at all, just a sword shot through the air without any warning!
Don't give your opponent any chance to react or dodge!
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant. The tip of Ying Ju's knife was approaching infinitely. Even the reflection in Mihawk's eyes clearly showed the golden lion that once accompanied the great pirate. Ji drinks the blood of countless strong men!
At this moment, Mihawk finally moved!
A strange red light emerged from the depths of his eyes, and the trajectory of Ying Shi's air travel finally became clear from blur!
Draw the knife with one hand and swipe it out from the bottom up!
clang! !
An explosion so sharp that it seemed to shatter the eardrums suddenly exploded, and large sparks flew into the air.
blocked!
There was a flash of pride in Mihawk's eyes, but his expression changed slightly the next moment.
An unimaginable terrifying impact was transmitted from Ying Shi, and a dull loud noise exploded.
boom! !
The roaring hurricane completely erupted at this time, rolling up huge waves of dust and instantly submerging Mihawk's figure.
His whole body was pushed back twenty meters, and his feet plowed two long dents in the ground before he could stop himself.
The dust flew and quickly dissipated under the sea breeze, and Mihawk's figure emerged again.
He gasped softly, his face turned pale, and bloodshot eyes appeared around his pupils. He stared at the famous sword in front of him that was blocked by him with a fearful expression.
At such a close range, the patterns on Ying Ju Dao's body are like falling cherry blossoms, as if filled with the disillusioned beauty of death and decay.
When the smoke completely dissipated, Mihawk raised his head.
The scene that caught his eye made his eyelids twitch.
A bottomless crack spanned almost half of the island, spreading from the feet of the vice-admiral all the way to in front of him.
shocking.
"this……"
Moonlight Moria stared at this extremely exaggerated picture, she couldn't believe her eyes, and her jaw almost dropped to the ground.
One knife, just such an understatement... directly tore half of the naval base.
He couldn't even see clearly any trajectory of the knife.
Moonlight Moria couldn't help but shudder, her scalp was numb, and there was an indescribable fear in her eyes when she looked at Darren.
If the Vice Admiral just used this trick on me, I...
——Absolutely! right! meeting! die! of!
"He actually blocked it... It seems like this kid Mihawk is indeed quite capable."
The flying squirrel next to him found a stone pier and sat down, stroking the stubble on his chin with one hand and observing the battle with interest.
After experiencing the battle with the Golden Lion, even he was not too clear on what level Darren's combat power had reached at this time.
But what is certain is that even if he uses his strongest tricks, he probably won't be able to break through that guy's defense.
As for how he knew?
Well, this is the hidden secret.
Anyway, he didn't have much to say about a freak who could bathe himself in 100 million volts of thunder plasma.
"I thought it would be an overwhelming battle, but now it seems like things are going to get interesting..."
The flying squirrel lit a cigar, lowered his voice but deliberately muttered in a voice that Moria could hear clearly:
"...I just don't know if Mihawk, the brat, can block Darren's next sword."
"Next sword?"
Moonlight Moria trembled and turned to stare at the flying squirrel with a look of disbelief:
"You mean, the sword just now was not that guy's full strength!?"
The flying squirrel secretly laughed in his heart, but on the surface he rolled his eyes and said naturally:
"Otherwise, didn't you realize that Darren didn't even use his domineering power just now?"
"Domineering, domineering?"
Moonlight Moria felt like her teeth were chattering.
He couldn't help but glance at the shocking crack in the ground again, and Shallot shrank.
He had this kind of destructive power without entangling Haki, but if he used Haki...he couldn't even imagine that scene.
'Fortunately, I didn't challenge that guy's swordsmanship, otherwise I would have lost more than one arm...'
At this moment, Moria suddenly felt extremely happy in her heart.
"Mihawk, this is the first sword, can you continue?"
Darren said with a smile at this time.
He waved, and Ying Shi seemed to respond to his call, quickly rewinding and flying back, hovering behind him.
This is just the first sword...
Mihawk tried hard to calm down his slightly disordered breath, and subconsciously clenched the night in his hand.
A drop of cold sweat flowed from his forehead and fell to the ground.
He knew the meaning of Darren's words better than anyone.
The first sword was just a preliminary test.
The second and third swords that followed were the true explosion of strength.
He took a deep breath, raised his head and stared at Darren, with a hint of anger in his eyes, and said coldly in a hoarse voice:
"Why don't you use domineering power?"
It turned out to be a questioning tone.
Darren was stunned for a moment, then laughed again.
"interesting."
It was obviously good for him not to be domineering, but he felt it was an insult to him.
What a arrogant brat...
"I thought you couldn't stop this knife. I'm sorry, but it seems I underestimated you."
Darren shrugged helplessly.
Facing Darren's "apology" that was neither salty nor nutritious, Mihawk became even more angry and gritted his teeth and said:
"I risk everything to challenge you, just to see your swordsmanship!"
"Even if I really can't stop it, I will die here..."
His eyes were filled with endless fighting spirit, his expression was firm, and he said loudly:
"...It just shows that I am just a man of this level."
After the words fell, the expressions of Flying Squirrel and Moria were both shocked and moved.
They only felt that as these words were spoken, the figure of the thin young swordsman suddenly became taller at this moment.
However, several black lines appeared on Darren's forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.
Hey hey hey, these words sound so familiar...
Could it be that Liu Suolong copied his lines from you?
No wonder in the original plot, Hawkeye Mihawk admires Sauron so much... His feelings are like seeing himself in his younger days!
"Okay, I get it."
Darren exhaled a breath, hooked his fingers, and a simple-looking long knife flew up from behind him and hovered in front of him, with the tip pointed at Mihawk.
"Then don't blame me for being rude."
He whispered, stepped forward, and gently held the handle of the knife with his right hand.
The handle of the knife was very rough, made of a withered old wood, and the blade had a dull metallic color, as if it had been covered in dust for a long time.
"Like rotten wood withering away, the blade is sharpened...the name of the sword is dead wood."
Darren smiled.
A touch of eerie, forbidding darkness spread out from his palm like running water, like spreading ink, rendering the entire knife bit by bit.
Covered by the domineering aura of the armed color, this famous sword that seemed to have decayed for a long time seemed to glow with a dazzling edge, cold and sharp.
Darren grinned:
"The second sword... shoot him."
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