"Dean, what are you doing?"

Shanks watched Catherel with his back to him wiping his sword there, and a grim smile appeared on his face, which really looked like a supervillain.

Hearing Shanks's voice, Catharll immediately returned to his normal smile, making Shanks wonder if he had hallucinated just now.

"Dean, I didn't say it, you won't kill Mihawk later, that expression was so terrifying just now."

"Ah, what are you talking about, is the dean such a person? It's just that I haven't held a sword for a long time and I'm a little excited. ”

"Yes, yes, Dean, you can do it lightly when the time comes."

"Of course not, but when it will be a sword showdown, I will try to block the rest of the abilities, so that it will be more pure."

Catrell weighed the red crosses in his hand.

Michael came to Shanks at the right time, and whispered:

"Remind Mihawk that the dean's recent habit of using picks instead of chopping them may not be able to be changed at first."

"Huh? Slash with a cross sword? Is this a new way to use the sword? ”

"No, it's just that the dean thinks it's more rough and simple."

"Good fellow....... do need to warn Mihawk, or he'll be stunned for a few seconds to see this. But why does the dean seem so angry? ”

Michael blinked his big eyes, and said innocently and peacefully:

"I stole all the snacks that the dean treasured."

Shanks was stunned for a moment:

"You guy, I'll just say why are you so kind?!"

"It's not my fault, the dean left, and I forgot to bring snacks, so I ate them."

Shanks frowned and looked at Michael with a constipated expression:

"How do I feel that you, like the dean, have become old and unserious?"

"Nothing."

Michael then flapped his wings and floated away, as if nothing had happened.

"You're definitely weak-hearted!"

"Nope."

Halfway through, Michael turned his head persistently and continued to stiffen his mouth.

"No wonder...... Or say a few more words to Mihawk. ”

Shanks turned away.

Catrell was still rubbing his crosssword with a terrifying expression.

In a way, the crosssword was part of Michael, so it was obvious what Catrell's sinister expression was trying to do.

The black glove on his left hand, that is, Beelzebub, was not panting at the moment, and the dean's sense of oppression at this moment was unexpectedly strong.

As Homiz, the aura emanating from Catherel at this time was really terrifying to them.

"Dean, my suggestion is to just take this sword and slash it indiscriminately."

"I thank you."

Michael appeared, Beelzebub's bad idea was really excessive, and if the sword wore out, he would feel distressed for a long time.

As a slight compensation, Michael turned into a white glove and placed it on Catrel's right hand.

It can also be regarded as a weapon to protect oneself in disguise.

I hope that when the meeting begins, the dean will not just throw his cross sword out as a dart.

Michael felt that the dean had done it.

He admits that he went a little too much this time, but that's not the reason for the dean to get him, those snacks are only ten years' amount, and he is just a glutton.

It was also at this time that Michael and Beelzebub had a private chat.

"Borrow some soul."

"I don't borrow it."

"You're so stingy, you've been out for so many years, you should have saved a lot, don't try to bluff me."

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, where are your own soul reserves?"

"I'm done."

“………….”

Beelzebub no longer paid attention to Michael, this guy deserved it.

Catrell stretched and turned back again, and Mihawk was already behind her.

"Yo, ready, how's the rest of the retreat?"

"We're all gone, and then we can have a good fight."

"That's good."

Catrell still looked like a kind old woman.

But when she wiped the sword, the whole person was very wrong, and Mihawk didn't dare to relax.

"I may not have reached the peak yet, but I guess it's a little bit of my dream."

Mihawk didn't understand Catrel's words.

may be because the timeline of coming to this world is too early, so she didn't have the opportunity to fight with the powerful characters in the play, which is somewhat regrettable.

So now, Catrell will compete with the same attitude as the world's No. 1 swordsman, rather than facing his own cub.

At this time, you can't lose in momentum, probably because you are too excited, and Catherel suddenly bursts out with a sky-high momentum. Mihawk looked up, and suddenly felt that he had to fight for a long time.

The red-haired pirates, who were hiding far away in the boat, fell into a momentary stupor as they watched the skyrocketing pillar of light on the island.

Laiara took out her sunglasses and put them on for Uta to put on, and by the way, the two female dolls drank the cold drink in their hands and continued to watch the movement on the island.

"Is the dean going to prepare ........ to destroy the country?"

Soon a battle broke out in the center of the island, and the ensuing waves of opposing swords were one after another, forcing the sea to be rough and the ships to become somewhat unstable.

The occasional missed sword also slashed off many of the island's trees.

There was even a sword coming directly towards the Foss, which had to let Shanks appear.

At least there's nothing to say about their safety here.

It's just a pity that I can't see it up close.

The sky above the island seemed to be torn apart, leaving a hideous scar on the sky.

"Hahaha, the dean's body is unexpectedly good!"

Shanks rubbed his hands in anticipation, too.

Both of them in the center of the island looked a little nervous.

Catrel, in particular, had almost all her slashes with all her strength, which was physically demanding, but also very effective.

This seemingly disorganized style of play actually puts a lot of pressure on people, and they can't find any rules to fight back at all, so they can only look for flaws, but the key is that even if Catrell's flaws are found, it is difficult to effectively strike.

This is also the capital why she dares to play with the sword like this.

After all, if the rest of the people dare to play like this, they will only lose quickly.

Mihawk took off his hat and tossed it aside, choosing to go for close quarters first, this is the feeling of oppression, this feeling is stronger than everyone he meets, and it makes people really feel the trembling of the body.

That's right, that's what he wants, the title of the world's number one is irrelevant from beginning to end, he doesn't care about that, what he pursues from beginning to end is one, stronger swordsmanship.

His black blade blocked every attack of Catrel, and the green sword slashed its way through the white encirclement.