Chapter 55 Do you have any opinions? The King of Beihai!

The knife... is broken?

Seeing this scene, the flying squirrel's pupils shrank.

As a swordsman, he knows the importance of a sword to a swordsman better than anyone else.

Especially Mihawk's exaggerated long knife, which looks extraordinary at first glance, and has definitely accompanied him in challenging countless masters in this sea.

But now, his saber was broken off by Darren's move.

The knife, which was originally longer than Mihawk's body, was shortened by a full third and became a broken blade.

Seeing Mihawk's absent-minded expression and blank eyes, Flying Squirrel couldn't help but feel worried for a moment.

If his saber is broken, will he become devastated?

The wind was very cold, and everyone subconsciously became quiet.

However, at this moment,

Mihawk's eyes, which had been motionless, gradually regained focus.

He looked at the broken knife in his hand, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"I see...I understand."

Flying Squirrel:? ? ?

Do you understand again?

What did you understand again! ?

The flying squirrel looked at Mihawk, whose eyes were ignited with fighting spirit again, with a confused look on his face.

Why don’t I understand! ?

What happened?

Your knife was cut off by Darren...

The saber is broken, what else can you understand?

Is this kid capable of understanding anything like this?

Do you want others to live?

The corner of the flying squirrel's eyes twitched, and his heart was full of doubts and his face was full of disbelief.

But Mihawk's bright eyes at this time really showed that he had some understanding!

So he couldn't help but cast a questioning look at Darren.

Darren stood there in the same confusion, clearly not knowing what Mihawk understood.

Moria next to him was even more crazy at this time, and couldn't help but mutter:

"Does this make sense again? Damn it! What on earth did he understand!?"

After a pause for a few seconds, Darren finally couldn't help but speak.

He coughed twice and asked in a calm tone, pretending to be inscrutable:

"You...understand what?"

Mihawk looked up at Darren, clenched the broken knife in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"Now I understand that in addition to realm and sword moves, the so-called strength of swordsmanship is domineering!"

"Only with a strong enough domineering spirit can you give full play to your swordsmanship and unleash your strongest strength!"

"The domineering force is not strong enough. Not to mention the power of swordsmanship, even my own sword cannot be protected!"

Darren:…

Yeah?

I do not know how?

The flying squirrel once again covered his face in pain and roared angrily in his heart:

‘What a joke! ! That bastard Darren just couldn't control himself! ! ’

Yama, who carries a huge amount of domineering energy, once exerts a rioting magnetic field, its penetrating speed and power cannot be perfectly controlled even by Darren, the master.

"So...is this what defeat feels like?"

Ignoring the frantic expressions on Flying Squirrel and Moria's side, Mihawk slowly exhaled.

His body suddenly shook, and blood dripped from his hands.

A complex, unspeakable bitterness gradually rippled in his hazy yellow eyes.

Looking at the broken knife in his hand, he murmured in a low voice:

"You are indeed very strong, "King of the North Sea"."

Darren said calmly: "At your age, you are able to catch the sword I just struck. You are proud of yourself."

"Are you proud?"

Mihawk smiled forcefully and said,

"This is not enough."

He raised his head again, with dazzling blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and gritted his teeth and said:

"My goal... is to be "the strongest in the world"!!"

Darren narrowed his eyes, a hint of appreciation appearing in his eyes.

"so what?"

"so……"

Mihawk's eyes suddenly turned red, and he shouted angrily:

"Why didn't you use all your strength just now!!"

"You can obviously cut off my arm, can't you!?"

As soon as these words came out, Moonlight Moria was stunned.

His eyes widened.

The sword that nearly destroyed the world just now... was not even the full power of the navy! ?

The flying squirrel looked like he had expected it, and sighed helplessly.

Darren was silent for a moment and said slowly:

"If you lose your arm here, you won't be the best swordsman in the world."

"I'll leave this arm with you for now. When you become strong enough to challenge me again... I will take it away. No, not just it, but also your life."

Moonlight Moria:......

He looked at his broken arm, his face full of grievance.

Darren continued:

"And if you are willing, I hope you can fight for the position of King Shichibukai."

Mihawk was stunned.

King Shichibukai?

"I see……"

He glanced at the broken knife in his hand, and his eyes suddenly became extremely determined.

Then... holding the knife in his left hand, he slashed it towards his right arm!

laugh! !

Blood spurts!

A bloody arm flew out and fell to the ground with a plop.

The flying squirrel was shocked.

Moonlight Moria was shocked.

All the navy present were shocked.

Darren also opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

This kid...actually cut off his own arm! ?

Mihawk's face turned pale and he staggered. After inserting the broken knife into the ground, he tore his shirt to pieces with one hand and immediately tied the wound tightly to stop the bleeding.

Under the pain of his broken arm, he gasped for breath, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

"What are you doing……"

Darren asked a little anxiously.

He just needs Mihawk to help him occupy the position of a king of the Shichibukai, but now that he has lost one of his arms, he still uses his usual right hand, and his strength has dropped to an unknown extent!

Mihawk grinned, showing his blood-stained teeth.

"It is a shame for a swordsman to fail to keep his word!"

Darren:…

No, why are these lines so familiar?

"and……"

Mihawk gasped and said with firm eyes:

"Even if I lose an arm, I will become the best swordsman in the world!"

He held the broken blade again and pointed it directly at Darren.

"I will also refine this sword into the strongest black sword in the world..."

He gritted his teeth, tears oozing from his eyes, as if he had spent all his life trying to shout:

"When the time comes, I will challenge you again!!"

"Do you have any opinions? King of Beihai!!"

The childish voice, wrapped with supreme courage, resounded throughout heaven!

Everyone looked moved and shocked.

"It's really amazing..."

The flying squirrel looked at the young man with a broken arm covered in blood and couldn't help but sigh.

The wind stopped.

The waves lap gently against the seaside rocks.

The whole world is filled with the great and distant dreams of young people, which last for a long time.

Darren laughed.

He smiled extremely wantonly and joyfully.

"good!!"

He stared at the unyielding young swordsman and said loudly:

"In that case, then work hard to become stronger, Mihawk!"

"This sea is extremely vast, and all kinds of strong men are chasing each other on this stage, wielding swords, fighting, and killing... My name is Rogers Darren, I promise you..."

A pair of sharp-edged famous swords flew up from behind him, circling and flying straight into the sky.

Darren opened his arms and unleashed his domineering aura wantonly, causing the world to change color.

"Ying Ju, Kumu, Yama...I will carry these swords and stand in the strongest position waiting for you."

"With your tenacious will, surpass these swords..."

"Even...beyond me!"

A strong wind blew in my face.

Mihawk was bearing the impact of Darren's domineering aura, and his figure was almost crumbling.

His whole body was shaking.

The left hand that can hold the knife has not moved even an inch.

Solid as a rock.

"I'll do it."

He was categorical.