Pirates: I loaded the game panel

Chapter 452 The final is coming!

The sea breeze is pleasant and the sun is shining brightly. It is clearly a sunny and peaceful day.

In Shanks' heart, there was a chilling feeling like falling into an ice cave.

"Probably not looking at me... just nodding to Mihawk... After all, the two of them are also opponents in the finals... After all, do you want to leave first... Anyway, there is nothing to do here something happened..."

Shanks lowered his head suddenly, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice, like chanting a scripture in a low voice.

Even Mihawk and Beckman, who were standing aside with keen perception, couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Shanks?"

Beckman stretched out his hand and lightly pressed his captain's shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Shanks bounced like a convulsion as if he had encountered some frightening incident.

"Bei, Beckman!"

Shanks yelled before realizing the situation.

"What's matter?"

"The semi-finals are over and the crowd is exiting."

Beckman first pointed to the surrounding situation, and then looked at his captain with some concern.

"Are you all right?"

"Ha ha ha—what can I do."

Shanks laughed dryly, pretending nothing happened.

Mihawk glanced at Shanks suspiciously.

After the swordsmanship duel between the two ended yesterday, Mihawk wanted to know something about the "white face", regardless of his tired body, he resolutely followed the direction of Shanks' departure.

After walking for a while, they found that Shanks and the group of strange-looking guys had walked into a luxurious restaurant.

When you realize it.

Mihawk was surprised to find that he was already sitting next to Shanks.

The two were hooking shoulders and backs, each holding a sword in their right hand, each holding a glass of strong wine, fighting each other for wine.

This straw hat seems to have a very terrifying and demagogic power...

Mihawk originally regarded Shanks as a great swordsman on the same level as himself, and planned to continue to engage in swordsmanship duels with the opponent if he had time in the future, until the moment when the winner was completely determined.

But now it seems that there is something wrong with the brain of this straw hat boy...

"Both people on stage have left."

Mihawk pointed to the arena, and then pointed to the empty arena.

"We—no, it's me and you—no, I'm leaving too!"

"let's go!"

Shanks stepped forward and put his arms around Mihawk's shoulders.

"If you don't get drunk today, you won't go home!"

Mihawk took two steps following Shanks' strength, and then asked belatedly.

"……what?!"

"In three or four days, you're going to duel with that intrusive white-faced man. If you don't drink at this time, when will you drink?"

Shanks' words seem to be justified, but they are actually nonsense.

"On the day of the finals, I will come to support you!"

"Thank you, but..."

Mihawk expressed his gratitude, and planned to leave the red-haired pirates for a while, and return to the previous chapel alone, silently recovering from the fatigue caused by the duel with Shanks yesterday.

But before he could finish his sentence, Shanks interrupted him.

"Drink! Drink! Have a party!"

Shanks hugged him and roared a few times.

"No matter what, let's eat before we talk!"

……

Time passed, and four days passed in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the final of the Sword Trial Conference.

It's a pity that the weather is not beautiful, the weather is extremely gloomy, and the dark clouds are as thick as iron.

The sea breeze is bitter, and the flowing air is mixed with the smell of damp sea water, which indicates that a heavy rain is coming.

But the bad weather did not affect the excitement of the melon-eating people on Niaoshan Island.

Learned the lessons of the sword fight between Mihawk and Shanks, as well as the estimation of the strength of the "white face".

The host of the Sword Trial Conference limited the final venue to the top of a lone peak on the island.

Although a lot of viewing seats were temporarily remodeled, the organizer suggested that the audience stay in a safe area on the island and watch the finals through the broadcast of the video phone bug.

As for those viewers who are not afraid of death, the organizer will not prevent them from going to the lonely peak to watch.

Above the isolated peak, the ground is flat and the view is wide.

On the north side of the peak stands a huge boulder, on which the final prize of the sword test competition is inserted upside down.

The golden straight-edged sword hilt stands out, with a large number of strange patterns engraved on it, and more than ten round gemstones shining with precious light are symmetrically dotted.

The incomparably huge blade is as white as snow, with almost no variegated colors visible, only the chaotic blade patterns with heavy T-shaped patterns can be seen clearly.

This is Da Kuai Dao 21 Work · White Sword · Night!
Wearing [Virtual Face], Adrian stood on the right side, facing Mihawk from the air.

I haven't seen him for a few days, but the aura of this great swordsman whose swordsmanship is almost unrivaled in the sea seems to have improved a bit.

But this is not surprising.

After all, after experiencing the top duel with Shanks, he had to rest for several days to digest the previous combat experience.

With Mihawk's talent, if his strength does not increase, there will be problems instead.

Mihawk's extremely sharp eyes first stayed on the impenetrable [virtual surface] for a moment, and then fell on the samurai sword worn by the opponent's right waist.

If it was someone else, they might ignore such trivial things.

But he is also a great swordsman with top strength, and he is also known as "Eagle Eye" for his outstanding eyesight.

Naturally, Mihawk would not ignore Adrian's weapon change.

That's right!

For several days, as "Bai Nian" defeated his opponent step by step, the magnificent Liang Kuai Dao Wugong that entered the finals had quietly transformed into another purple and white scabbard with Great sharp knife with a hilt!

Mihawk narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice was extremely cold, like the blade of a sharp sword.

"Da Kuai Dao 21 Crafts · Demon Sword · Second Generation Ghost Toru."

As a great swordsman, how could Mihawk fail to recognize the famous sword that shook the sea on Adrian's waist? !
And with the help of this famous sword handed down from generation to generation, Mihawk also completely locked the true identity of [White Mian].

The demon sword ghost is the exclusive weapon of [White Ghost]!

Adrian slowly pulled out the second-generation Onitsu, and held it in his hand. The flame-patterned blade showed a meticulous and uniform black color.

Facing the final battle to reach the top of the world's number one swordsman.

Bai Yougui finally chose the black sword, the second generation of ghosts, who will accompany him for a longer time!

But take off your vest now...

It's impossible!
"The second generation of ghosts? That's the legendary demon sword~"

Adrian's tone was almost exactly the same as Mihawk's tone when he questioned him about being the White Ghost half a month ago.

　Thank you very much for the 500 starting point reward from "Sleeping God Like the Wind"! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)