The scene of the group arena was on the surface of a silvery, cratered planet.
Silence reigned around them.
Looking out from here towards the distance, one could see a blue planet. Looking at it directly, it felt a bit too overwhelming, making Fang Ming Jing’s eyes gleam.
The little saint son liked beautiful things.
The others in the group had similar feelings, but at this moment, what they were more concerned about were the two figures on the battlefield.
On one side, was the world’s first swordsman with eyes as sharp as a hawk, wielding a black blade;
On the other, was a mature male with the imposing aura of a lion, standing unwavering like a statue. On his upright figure, he carried six or seven swords of different styles.
“….Mr. Soderos, please enlighten me next.”
Hawk-Eye Mihawk, rarely seen to smile, revealed an excited grin.
His heart was filled with excitement as he held his hand behind the hilt of his black blade.
He had been looking forward to this moment——
In the chat group, the one he cared about the most was Soderos, the one with the title of “Sword God.” From the information uploaded by the group owner, Hawk-Eye could sense the other’s strength.
“Enlighten me….huh?”
Zheng——
A sudden light sound, the sound of a blade unsheathing.
Soderos chuckled as he drew the long sword hanging from his waist, naturally adopting a starting stance. The slow, almost imperceptible motion, for some unknown reason, gave off a natural, effortless feeling.
“Using a katana, I see?”
“Indeed, you should be more used to fighting with this type of blade, wouldn’t you say?”
“….Then, I’ll come at you!”
Hawk-Eye, as if he could hold it in no longer, his eyes blazing with intense battle intent, took a step forward, his soaring fighting spirit surging outward like a whirlpool.
In contrast, Soderos' step was firm and powerful, yet silent.
“It’s begun.”
The crowd couldn’t help but feel their spirits rise.
Boom!
Accompanied by a violent clash, the two swordsmen, each possessing the strongest name, engaged in combat instantly.
Though it was only a short-range clash, it caused an impact that could easily tear through the atmosphere, the raging air currents crushing the ground beneath their feet like an explosion.
“What a powerful strike indeed.”
Soderos casually commented, and as he spoke, he flipped his wrist holding the hilt, the katana's blade light instantly turning into an arc, approaching Mihawk's neck.
“Mr. Soderos, the blade you’re using, it doesn’t seem like any famous sword?”
As Mihawk parried it, he couldn't help but question it.
“….Ah, it’s just an ordinary sword, it can barely be called sharp.”
While conversing, their clash remained fiercely extraordinary.
The weapons swung with full force, stirring up a gale, the vicious impact ravaged the air, the completely boiling momentum of their clash could tear through anything.
Soderos…
Juracule Mihawk…
Every step they took shattered the ground beneath them, each time their blades met, the wind pressure they generated could cleave through the earth.
Amidst the chaotic blade shadows, the katana and black blade clashed fiercely again and again, producing countless golden sparks, and an incomparable torrent of destruction raged freely.
“Can swordsmanship really reach this level?!”
“So amazing…”
“But Soderos isn’t even serious at all.”
“Yeah, it’s more accurate to call it a demonstration rather than a duel.”
Yakumo Yukari and Aizen Sousuke exclaimed.
Hestia and Nakiri Erina, standing beside them, were somewhat baffled, after all, from their point of view, wasn’t it a stalemate?
Yet, the reality was that Hawk-Eye’s every attack was effortlessly countered by Soderos.
If Hawk-Eye’s black blade, “Night,” was the thunder of nature, then—that barely sharp katana was the lightning rod that could silently dissipate the thunder of nature.
“You’ve anticipated my attacks every time, is it the power of Observation Haki?”
“No, it’s just the result of accumulated experience.”
The silver-haired old man replied in a cheerful tone.
He didn’t possess the ability of Observation Haki, but his years of experience had given him a perception far surpassing Haki.
Upper arm, shoulder, arm, head, ankle, thigh, fingers——
His sharp eyes caught every detail of his opponent, from facial expressions to muscle movements. Mihawk’s body provided Soderos with almost an overwhelming amount of information. The direction of his muscle exertion, his swordsmanship, everything was laid bare in his eyes.
“Be careful.”
Soderos suddenly warned.
The old man raised the right wrist holding the sword, his left hand followed, touching the hilt, he held the katana level with his chin, his eyes narrowed sharply——
Shua!
The slash unleashed in a flash formed a crisscrossing web of swords, a dense vacuum assault that could dismember an enemy into pieces in just a breath.
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The next two chapters are coming tonight.