Mihawk followed the samurai in front of him out of the players' lounge and into a dark alley where no one was around.

"Is that all it takes?"

Standing in the alley, Mihawk, who had been squinting slightly, opened his sharp eyes.

"Hmmm! This is where you get out! ”

"I'm sorry for the glory that is about to be restored! A powerful swordsman from a foreign land! ”

Among the down-and-out aristocratic warriors, the man with a precious fan pinned to his waist bowed slightly at Mihawk, although he had to carry out this premeditated action against Mihawk because he had to do something, but he still respected the foreign swordsman in front of him very much in his heart, and with the terrifying flying slash of the other party, it was enough to gain the respect of these people.

"Hmmm......"

"In that case, call out the rest of you!"

Mihawk smacked at the fan warrior, then looked into the dark shadows of the alley.

"Someone else? All the people who shot this time are here. ”

The fan warrior looked at Mihawk with some strange feeling, he didn't quite understand what Mihawk meant.

"Come out! Rats hiding in the shadows! ”

Mihawk looked at the fan warrior in surprise, and then shouted into the shadows.

"Hahaha...... It's really a foreign swordsman who killed me in an instant! ”

With a burst of sneering, a dozen more broken samurai stood out in the shadows, and if there was one thing these samurai had in common, it was that they all wore their own family crests! And the person who is headed by these people is the one who has just been defeated by Hawkeye, and he is still wrapped in bandages at this time.

"Spike? Who are you? Do we know each other? ”

Mihawk looked at the samurai who had been knocked out by him in seconds, and asked with some confusion, he didn't remember that he had fought the other party.

"Bastard! You've just had a race with me in the morning, and you forgot about me so quickly? ”

The real warrior listened to Mihawk's words and yelled angrily.

"Hmm...... I see! ”

"I'm sorry! My brain can't remember the weak. ”

After listening to the words of the real samurai, Mihawk finally understood the identity of the person in front of him, but unfortunately, he still had no impression in his mind, because he never remembered the faces of those beings who were weak enough to be killed by him in an instant.

"Bastard ......"

"Truly...... But your good days are over! Brothers, come with me and kill this guy! ”

Listening to Mihawk's words, the real warrior was instantly angry, but for a second he sneered, and he turned his head sideways to the dozen or so down-and-out noble warriors beside him.

"Kaede-kun! How did you guys get here? Didn't you say that it would be handed over to me here? ”

The fan samurai asked the leader of the dozen or so down-and-out aristocratic samurai behind the real dai samurai.

"Ye Lai, you are still too naïve! I'm afraid that you have been deceived by this stranger, you must know that Second Brother Teng is in the ring with the way of the stranger in front of you, so he lost the game. ”

The leader, Kaede, shook his chin slightly at the fan warrior Harai, and then looked at the samurai in front of him who had just lost the game.

"Not bad! This despicable stranger not only deceived His Majesty Kaido, but also cheated on the glorious arena, otherwise how could he lose to the other party in a real fight like me?! How could that exaggerated flying slash be something that could be used by humans?! …… The reason why the opponent won the game must have borrowed the medicinal power from the monster, and I concluded that the knife on the opponent's back must be a demon knife! ”

Tengji said as he spoke, his eyes staring closely at the black knife that Mihawk was carrying behind his back! He had his eyes on the knife when he faced off against Mihawk.

"Hehe......"

The fan warrior Ye Lai instantly understood what was going on, but it was just another oppression of other samurai by these real fighting identities...... Although Zaun's laws were friendly to civilians, they did not include samurai, but rather connived at the fight between the strong and the strong, because only in this way would Zaun's strength always become stronger.

Therefore, this caused these commoner-born real warriors to go to the dojo of these old aristocratic samurai to make trouble and snatch famous swords after learning superb skills.

In the short few years since Zu'an was established, I don't know how many famous knives have changed owners.

"Kaede-kun! It's not a reason for us to work with these stupid reals, think about the humiliation we've been subjected to over the years, think about the famous knives we've lost over the years...... We are proud noble warriors, how can we dance with robbers? ”

Ye Lai said to Feng that he was not willing to cooperate with those who had hurt him.

"It's all so that His Highness Hado can win the next game, and finally get justice for the lonely nobles like me in front of His Majesty Kaido."

Feng was silent for a moment after listening to Ye Lai's words again, and after thinking about the pros and cons, he said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha...... Cooperate with me to win, and once we've defeated that stranger, you can take the knife I'm using now!" Because it will be useless then! Hahahaha......"

Teng Er stared feverishly at the black knife that Mihawk was carrying behind his back, and he already imagined the majesty of the black knife he was holding the other party's black knife.

"The sword will also choose its master, a swordsman like you...... No, a person like you is not worthy of the title of swordsman at all, and a person like you who can't even be called a swordsman is not qualified to have the strongest black knife in the world. ”

I don't know when Mihawk has pulled out the black knife behind him and held it tightly in his hand, and the terrifying giant blade that should be the size of a two-handed sword was easily held in Mihawk's hand with one hand.

"Hey, hey, hey...... It seems that you still don't know your situation and why I chose this place? Because in such a small place, you can't swing the knife in your hand at all. ”

Teng Er smiled lewdly, the reason why he chose this alley to do it was because large weapons could not be wielded in such a place, and the katana in the other party's hand was of course a large weapon.

"Really?"

Mihawk listened to Teng Er's obscene voice, asked softly, and then waved the black knife in his hand.

"Boom!"

With an earth-shattering roar, the walls around Mihawk shattered instantly, but the warriors surrounding him were not injured in the slightest.

"The Sword Comes"

"What ......"

Teng Er looked at the walls around him in shock.

"Impossible? How can you be so strong? This control over power...... How so? ”

Teng Er gritted his teeth, he was now very jealous of Mihawk's power, he not only wanted to get the opponent's knife but also wanted to get the opponent's powerful power, but he was afraid that Mihawk would kill him.

"Whoa......

Mihawk didn't answer Teng Er, the other party was just a clown who had lost his eyes to power and famous knives.

Mihawk put the knife on his back into his back and looked at the fan samurai beside him.

"Don't do this kind of thing in the future, it's really a loss of identity as a swordsman, if you still think you're a swordsman......"

With that, Mihawk strode forward, he was now back to the game.

"Forehead ......"

The samurai who had originally planned to encircle Mihawk looked at the abandoned alleys around them that had been razed to the ground, and then looked at Mihawk walking towards them, and instantly endless fear welled up in their hearts, and they hurriedly hid to the side to make way for Mihawk to move forward.

"Mixed ...... Bastard! You shit! ”

It was probably until Mihawk had been gone for about ten minutes that Teng Er roared loudly, since he couldn't get the supreme katana from Mihawk, and he couldn't spread his anger on the other party, he had to release his anger on these waste noble warriors.

"What's the use of asking you? What are you afraid of? No matter how strong that guy is, he's just a stranger, do you really think he's going to dare to do it to us here? Do you think he dares to provoke His Majesty the great Kaido? So you guys who read the house rules and are still immersed in the glory of the past are not even as good as waste! It's like your fallen family! ”

Teng Er indiscriminately unleashed the map cannon at the more than twenty samurai in front of him.

"You bastard! Why didn't you just do it yourself? You garbage who has no strength and relies on the left and right sources to get on top! ”

A young old aristocratic warrior couldn't resist the other party's taunts and roared loudly.

"Huh...... How dare you fight back! Today I'll tell you the gap in strength between you guys and you! ”

Teng Er pulled out the katana at his waist as he spoke, and stabbed it at the young down-and-out aristocratic samurai.

In an instant, the blood spread, and the samurai who had spoken before slowly fell.

"Bastard!"

"You actually sneak attacked? Will you still be martial? ”

"Kill him! Kill him! ”

In an instant, the more than twenty samurai drew their katanas from their waists and aimed them at Tengji.

"Huh...... I'm standing right here, do you dare to make a move on me? Lao Tzu is really fighting! Do you know the consequences of a real fight? Street rats! ”

Teng Er smiled coldly at the group of warriors in front of him, his eyes full of disdain.

"Forehead ......"

In an instant, the originally menacing samurai stood in place and said nothing, and they were not ready to fight for the real thing.

"I ...... It's okay! Don't make a move, everyone! ”

The old aristocratic samurai, who was originally lying on the ground, stood up tremblingly and said to his colleagues beside him.

"Phew~"

"Trash!"

"If you want to kill me, you won't dare!"

Teng Er spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm from his mouth at the samurai who stood up, and the whole person was arrogant.

"Forehead ......"

A group of noble warriors lowered their heads one after another, and they couldn't say a word in the face of Tengji's speech and insults.

"Humph!"

Teng Er looked at the group of old aristocratic warriors in front of him who were like turtles with shrunken heads, and he became even more proud.

"You're a good guy!"

Just when Teng Er was proud, a black shadow enveloped him.

"Who's talking...... Forehead ......"

Teng Er listened to the voice behind him, turned his head violently, and then saw a terrifying figure.

"I just came out of the technical department and saw an interesting scene, are you really fighting? How do I not know your name? ”

Ember like a ghost wiped his chin and looked at Teng Er in front of him with interest.