"Silence and Speed!"

With the strength of Rossi's domineering weaponry covering his whole body now, he was able to ignore the obstacles caused by high-speed movement; Coupled with the ability to silence the sonic boom, the figure is so fast that even the masters in the stands can hardly observe.

When the 'Seeing and Hearing Domineering' was blocked, it was even more difficult to parry: the five senses couldn't catch up with Rossi's movement at all, and even Mihawk, who was known as 'Hawkeye' in the future, would have a hard time mastering Rossi's figure.

For a while, Mihawk seemed to be facing the siege of more than a dozen great swordsmen from all sides at the same time! The black and red blades were like streamers in the sky, interlocking layer by layer, wisps, cutting at him everywhere.

Even if the 'night' in Mihawk's hand is as soft as the wind, protecting the body, it still can't block this pervasive light, as long as one is not careful, it will be cut by a thousand knives.

"Good, that's what I've been looking for!"

Tiny blood continued to rush out all over his body, dyeing the burgundy flower shirt a dark red, and then Mihawk, who had always had a cold face, smiled.

The more pressure you have, the more you can push the limits!

It's now – X2

The three generations of ghosts in the hands of Rossi, who was already confused at high speed, cracked towards Mihawk, and the original trace of 'overlord color entanglement' gradually began to split and increase in the continuous battle, until it turned into one.

"Demon Slash Yama!"

Facing Rosie, whose momentum had reached its peak and his speed was fast enough to become a mold lake, the 'Night' in Mihawk's hand also slashed forward with a brilliant light.

"Black Knife, Broken!"

It's like a famous national hand, pulling out a pitch-black trajectory in the air with the tip of the pen, black and white, cutting everything.

The figures flying in the sky disappeared in an instant, and the three generations of ghosts, who were so fast that they couldn't be seen, froze in the air; And the black sword light that Mihawk slashed out horizontally extended endlessly to the sky, as if it could extend all the way to the end of the world, full of unimaginable stunning magnificence!

The blood flashed, and under the black sword light, the figure was obliquely divided, and Rossi's whole person was neatly cracked in half from the position of his chest and abdomen.

"Rosie!"

"Impossible—"

For a moment, everyone in the Don Quixote family in the stands only felt numb, and all the blood poured into their brains, and they were so frightened that they even forgot to move.

Rosie was actually defeated?!

When Torrebol and the others came back to their senses and subconsciously wanted to jump into the battlefield below, they found that the two figures had separated and were standing in a pool of blood.

"Ahem, awesome..."

Rosie clutched his ribs, and blood kept gushing out, dripping in the yellow sand, splashing into bright flowers of blood.

On the black feather coat behind him, crackling thunder and lightning were constantly jumping, and it was the impetus of these thunderbolts that allowed Rossi to surge in speed at the last moment, avoiding Mihawk's slash.

Mihawk's sky-splitting knife just now was too amazing and incredible; The black knife 'night' had just passed, and everyone in the audience had already given birth to an illusion that Rossi had been 'killed'.

Qiang,

The dark 'night' plunged into the sand of the Colosseum,

An arm in the sleeve of a burgundy rosette crested firmly on the hilt of Night's massive sword, but it was no longer able to deliver another fatal blow.

Unlike Rosie, who was almost beheaded, Mihawk only lost a hand.

Of course, losing both the right hand and the weapon at the same time is already the biggest blow for a swordsman. At least in the face of the cadres of the Don Quixote family, who leapt into the Colosseum, it is impossible to be indifferent.

However, the one-armed and empty-handed Mihawk's gaze did not fluctuate at all, and he stood proudly on the spot, reminiscing about himself just now.

It was the strongest attack he'd ever struck, and if he could master it completely, Mihawk believed he could climb to another peak in swordsmanship.

It's so funny...

A broken hand is insignificant in comparison.

"Stop—"

Stopping Diamanti and the others, who were about to move and wanted to help him 'avenge', Rossi let go of the hand covering his waist.

Because Dover had already fallen to his side for the first time, a large number of transparent silk threads flew out of his fingers, quickly stitching up the wound on Rosie's waist.

It is not simply the suture of the appearance, but even the internal organs, muscles, blood vessels, and nerves are reconnected, and it can be said that the use of this skill alone is enough to make nine out of ten surgeons in the world ashamed to commit suicide.

"Rosie,"

Dover tilted his tow to Mihawk on the opposite side while healing, and his eyes under red sunglasses clearly expressed a meaning:

This guy is too strong, get rid of him now!

"There's no need,"

Shaking his head, Mihawk's character, Rosie is still very clear.

Calm and calm personality, farming and cooking by himself, it can be said that if you remove the fact that you like to find someone to 'compete with the sword', you are simply a model man. Some of them are self-explanatory, but they are not unpredictable.

Besides—

"This one, I lost."

As Dover stitched up the wound, Rosie took the healing potion that Jorah had made, tilted his head and poured half a bottle into his mouth.

Then he threw the remaining half bottle towards Mihawk.

"At the last minute, it was Dover who helped me with his ability."

After speaking, Rosie looked at Dover next to him,

"Dover, help Mihawk connect his arms."

“··· Hmph,"

Although Dover snorted unpleasantly, since it was his brother's request, he still flicked it in the air, and the invisible silk thread flew out, rolled up the severed arm and the black knife 'Night' stuck in the ground and flew towards Mihawk.

As the 'Thread Fruit' connected Mihawk's arm, Dover, who originally wanted to 'do something with his hands' during the operation, didn't do anything in the end when Rosie shook his head slightly.

"Devil Fruit ability, it's so convenient."

Drinking the potion that Rosie threw over, trying to move his right arm, Mihawk sighed expressionlessly.

For a swordsman of his rank, losing a right hand doesn't have much impact; However, it is always good to have sound hands, otherwise it is inconvenient to go to the toilet.

"I'll fight again when I'm free,"

Rosie nodded at Mihawk's invitation.

"Yes."

Although this battle is dangerous, it is a huge improvement for both sides!

"Let's go, I'll ask you for a drink."

In the face of Rosie's invitation, Mihawk also nodded.

"Okay."

Although Mihawk's kendo... In other words, the characteristics of the sword in this world are to advance bravely, only refined and pure, fight with nature, fight with the sea, fight with others, and climb to the peak in continuous tempering.

But it doesn't mean that Mihawk doesn't eat the fireworks of the world', in fact, Mihawk's usual life can be regarded as 'exquisite', the huge castle is cleaned by him alone, he likes to read the newspaper and drink red wine, but he is not an ordinary sloppy pirate.

And men, after a fight, they are naturally friends.

"Dover..."

Seeing that the two great swordsmen who had just been chopping to death had made an appointment to drink, Torrebol turned his head to look at Dover.

"Let them go,"

Dover shook his head, since the seriously injured Rosie didn't mind, he had no reason to make a move. And: Looking at Rosie's posture, is she ready to make friends with the other party?

It's okay, such a strong person, becoming friends is also a good thing for the family.

————

Before Rossi and Mihawk left together, Crockdahl had quietly flown out of the huge Colosseum.

The battle just now can be said to have shocked the sand crocodile!

Once upon a time, Krokdal's goal was also 'One Piece', and he also believed that he could claim the crown of One Piece by relying on his own strength.

However, the cruelty of the new world gave the sand crocodile a blow to the head, and was defeated by 'Whitebeard' Edward Newgate, losing a left hand, and facing Whitebeard's words of 'come and be my son', Crockdahl can be said to have suffered a thousand tons of mental and physical damage.

Being defeated by others, and being so 'humiliated', how can this arrogant sand crocodile swallow this breath?

But—

In the face of Whitebeard, all of Crockdahl's resistance is nothing more than impotent rage.

After escaping the New World, he accepted the status of the World Government of the Seven Martial Seas, and prepared to use this Alabaster as a base to seek the legendary ancient weapon:

Hades!

Entrenched in the first half of the great route, day after day in the 'abuse', Crockdahl's strength did not advance but retreated, and his domineering subsided to almost disappear, relying on a 'rustling fruit' to support the scene.

It was supposed to be like this,

But today, seeing two teenagers younger than himself, bursting out with combat power that can blow him up now, Crockdahl seems to have been hit on the head with a stick again.

Have you not exercised and fought for a long time?

This question came to mind, and it instantly scared all the 'rustling people' into a cold sweat.

"Hehehe, the ancient weapon 'Hades' is important, but personal strength can't be left behind-"

Crokedar, whose lower body turned into yellow sand, flew directly to the dock, and his mind, which had already begun to be decadent, cheered up again, if he couldn't even beat the two 'juniors', what kind of One Piece would he be?!

Whew-

The yellow sand gathered on a three-masted ship on the docks, turning into the form of Crockdahl.

"Sail!"

"Yes, sir."

While the sailors were still puzzled, the captain, dressed as an orthodox merchant, had already given a loud order.

As a sand crocodile known for his intrigue and calculation, how could Crockdahl not have a little behind?

"Sail, anchor, aim—"

Facing the merchant captain bowing down for instructions, Crockdahl, who had re-lit his cigar, took one last look at the Colosseum.

"Back to Alaba · No, go to Whiskey Island! ”

The Don Quixote family dared to block the first island of the route, and he was not willing to be left behind.

————

"Ferver, what a good fight, next..."

The previous battle made Dover, who was wearing a pink feather coat, a black suit, a red tie, red sunglasses, and short blond hair, also excited.

"The outsiders are gone,"

"Balff Tani, won't you come down?"

brush

A black-haired, long-ponytailed woman with a white mask leaps down, she is dressed in a medieval gray unisex hunting suit, black leather boots, and black and red bracers, looking like a heroic huntress.

Coupled with the white mask on his face, even if someone from the 'White Dragon Pirates' stood in front of him, it would be impossible for them to recognize that this was their captain.

Well, the former captain.

"You've all seen Rossi's strength,"

Dover straightened his tie, and his words were not only addressed to Balph Tani under the mask, but also to those who once belonged to the White Dragon Pirates:

'Bald Sea Monster' Anoke,

'Eight Fingers' Oba,

'Maiden' Pete,

'The Fraudster' Balph Miesoli

Only by showing absolute strength can you gain their allegiance.

"Roxinandi's strength, I'm already very clear."

Tani's voice came from under the white mask, and she clenched her hands into claws and took a stance.

"Doflamingo, then. Just let me see your strength, don't you mind? ”

"Fervor, that's how it should be!"

With the flicking of the ten fingers, the transparent silk threads began to spread throughout the Colosseum.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out!

————

"I see, it's a practical little trick."

In the tavern next to the Great Fighting Beast, Rossi and Mihawk were drinking and exchanging various combat experiences, and it was just when they were chatting speculatively, when there was a pop, and a light outside the window barely crossed the sky, sprinkling a blue on the table.

？

Glancing at the blue trail of the sky that had been lingering for a long time, and the electric light that kept jumping and flickering, Mihawk put down his glass.

"I didn't expect that there are such strong people on this island."

"It's Dover's 'Super Electromagnetic Sword',"

Faced with Rossi's explanation, Mihawk shook his head directly.

"It's not swordsmanship,"

"That's right, this move is actually a Devil Fruit ability. But—"

"Whether it's swordsmanship, ability, or whatever, strength is power. Only with great power can you do what you want. ”

"So, you're not going to put all your energy into swordsmanship?"

Mihawk had already seen that the ambition of the young boy in front of him was incredible.

Mihawk's goal is to become the world's No. 1 swordsman, and this teenager's goal... Actually the king of the world?

Since Rossi is pursuing invincibility in the world, he is destined not to put all his energy into kendo.

"It's a pity,"

Wouldn't it be nice if there were strong people on the road of the sword?