Chapter 52 He is just too lazy to give a name!

“Shoot him.

As Darren's voice fell, the flying squirrel not far away couldn't help but twitch the corners of its mouth, and its head was covered with black lines.

What kind of bullshit swordsmanship is this!

There's not even a name for any move... except for the different burst speeds and whether or not there is entanglement and domineering, there is no difference at all!

However, unlike the flying squirrel, Moria and Mihawk couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Especially Mihawk himself... The moment the Vice Admiral's voice fell, he felt an extremely sharp and destructive aura erupting uncontrollably from that rotten long knife!

The magnetic field that enveloped the entire island fell into riot again, and the air seemed to boil, becoming distorted and blurred in his vision, creating wisps of beating blue arcs.

boom! !

The majestic propulsion force exploded brazenly, and the famous sword withering wood was dyed pitch black by the domineering aura... It accelerated instantly and broke through the sound barrier, shooting out at an extremely exaggerated speed.

coming!

The strong sense of death threat made Mihawk's eyes freeze, and his spirit and will were highly condensed and unified at this moment.

After the baptism of the first sword, he had learned his lesson and developed his domineering power in advance... Finally, he found a glimmer of hope in the shadow of death brought by the dead wood!

Before the blade reached him, the blast of air had already hit his face, making his floral shirt snap.

The future "World's No. 1 Black Sword" Ye was held tightly in his hand and slashed out with great force!

Keng! !

A huge explosion suddenly exploded, causing all the glass fragments in the ruins of the collapsed buildings to shatter. Moriah even subconsciously covered his ears to prevent his eardrums from being shattered!

He stared at that scene with his eyes wide open...

Hit!

The sword that this kid Mihawk slashed... unexpectedly hit the dead wood that was speeding at extremely high speeds with incomparable precision!

Blade to tip!

A terrifying wave of air erupted, and with a bang, it spread out in all directions like a tide.

However, at this moment, Mihawk's expression suddenly changed, and he did not feel the joy of hitting Darren with his sword at all.

The armed domineering force wrapped in dead wood, like the second stage acceleration of a jet rocket, erupted into circles of black air ripples at its tail, pushing the blade forward crazily! !

An almost unstoppable force spread out, and Mihawk's whole body was knocked back by the dead wood with a spurt of propulsion!

five meters,

ten meters,

Thirty meters,

After sliding back for hundreds of meters and plowing long dents in the ground, Mihawk stopped his retreat with great difficulty.

The impact force erupted from the blade roared past both sides of Mihawk's body, tearing a huge gap hundreds of meters into the sea.

The waves surged with a deafening roar.

The world is dead silent.

Moonlight Moria looked dull.

The navy soldiers who had already hid far away looked at the horrific scene in front of them with pale faces and swallowed nervously.

Tick tock...tick tock...

Drops of blood dripped from "Ye"'s knife handle to the ground.

Mihawk was breathing heavily, and dense bloodshot eyes were seeping around his pair of eagle-like sharp hazy yellow pupils.

A trace of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

In the hand holding the knife, there was a burning pain from the tiger's mouth. The skin had been torn, the flesh was open, and blood was oozing out.

Under the crushing force of the armed domineering force, the domineering defense wrapped around his arms was directly shattered, and the majestic impact caused internal bleeding.

A cold and wet feeling came from under his feet, and Mihawk didn't even need to lower his head to look. He already knew that the cold sea water had wet his boots.

I... was almost "knocked" out of the island's mainland by Darren's sword and fell into the sea!

"It actually blocked it again..."

A look of shock appeared on the flying squirrel's face at this time, and he murmured in a low voice:

Although Darren's magnetic sword-controlling move is not his main killing move, it is by no means something that ordinary people can block head-on.

How talented is this kid Mihawk! ?

Fifteen?

Sixteen years old! ?

At such a young age, he was able to catch Darren's blow at the moment the knife was released, and successfully intercepted it!

This kind of keen perception and attainment in swordsmanship is simply unheard of.

Darren doesn't have any talent for swordsmanship. He prefers fist-to-flesh fighting.

But don’t forget that before the Flying Squirrel obtained the Thunder Fruit, he was a master of swordsmanship!

Even though he was confined to a small place like Beihai, he still relied on a large number of battles and his excellent swordsmanship talent to cultivate his swordsmanship to the level of a swordsman!

It is precisely because of this that the flying squirrel saw it more clearly... and knew better than anyone present the value of Mihawk's sword just now!

It can be said without politeness that if we put aside the power of the Thunder Fruit and just talk about the level of swordsmanship... the Flying Squirrel is ashamed of himself!

This kid's level of swordsmanship would be absolutely overwhelming if compared to mine!

"Is he another monster... No wonder Darren attaches so much importance to him."

The flying squirrel gave Mihawk a deep look.

Tick tock, tick tock...

Blood dripped to the ground, and Mihawk tried hard to calm down the surging energy and blood in his body.

He didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but a hearty and happy smile appeared on his face.

"That's great...that's great..."

He murmured with a smile.

Moriah looked confused.

Shouldn't this guy be crippled?

Are you losing your mind?

Even though he was seriously injured, he was still smiling so happily?

"I came to Beihai this time... I really came to the right place, and it was a worthwhile trip!!"

Mihawk ignored Moria's idiotic gaze with a smile on his face.

He was obviously a boy of fifteen or sixteen, but his unique calm and cold temperament and the smile unique to a strong man were not inconsistent at all.

"Darren!! What kind of sword skills are you doing!?"

Mihawk once again raised the light black sword with one hand and pointed it directly at the Vice Admiral.

"Such a powerful and domineering swordsmanship should have its own name!"

"What's your name..."

Darren was stunned when he heard this.

What's the name for this? Isn't it just that the pushing magnetic field is weaker and stronger?

But facing Mihawk's bright and fiery gaze, he thought for a while and then said:

"Swordsmanship is swordsmanship. As long as it can kill the opponent, it is enough. Names are not important at all."

As soon as these words came out, Mihawk froze on the spot, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"As long as it can kill the opponent, it is enough. The name is not important at all..."

He muttered with a slightly pale face.

"That's it...that's it!!"

Suddenly, as if he had figured out something, his eyes suddenly burst out with extremely bright light.

"I see!!"

Darren:? ? ?

you understood?

What do you unserstand?

I don’t even understand what I’m talking about, but you do?

"It turns out...this is the secret of powerful swordsmanship!"

Mihawk stared at Darren with burning eyes, trembling with excitement.

"I've been going the wrong way all along!"

"Darren, you are truly worthy of being called a "legend"!!"

"In true swordsmanship, top experts don't have to stick to one move at all. The ever-changing sword moves are integrated into each of their own moves!"

"As long as you can do this, every sword you swing will be a secret! Every sword you slash will be a decisive blow!"

"There is no need for a name at all, they are all things that the weak need! The real strong ones need no words!!"

Darren:…

He was stunned for a moment.

Your understanding is too strong.

However, he didn't want to undermine himself, so he had to pretend to be profound and nodded, showing a light smile:

"Well, it seems you have gained something, very good."

At the same time, Darren couldn't help but have a strange idea in his mind.

Could it be that in the future, Hawkeye's every strike will be a draw? It's because of this reason...

"That's right!!"

Mihawk looked solemn.

He suddenly took a step, then bent towards Darren from a distance, and said: