The Worst Fruit Among Pirates

"Silence·Speed!"

With the strength of Rossi's armed domineering energy covering his whole body, he can already ignore the obstacles caused by high-speed movement; coupled with the ability of silence to offset the sonic boom, his figure is so fast that even the masters in the stands have difficulty observing it.

When the 'Information Haki' was blocked, it became even more difficult to resist: the five senses simply couldn't catch up with Rossi's movements, and even Mihawk, who would be known as the 'Eagle Eye' in the future, would have a hard time grasping Rossi's figure.

For a moment, Mihawk seemed to be facing the siege of more than a dozen great swordsmen from all directions at the same time!The black and red blades were like streams of light all over the sky, interlocking with each other, and cutting towards him everywhere.

Even if the 'Ye' in Mihawk's hand is as soft as the wind and protects his whole body, it still cannot block the pervasive light. As long as one is not careful, he will be cut to pieces by a thousand knives.

"Very good, this is the feeling I've been looking for!"

Small drops of blood continued to spurt out from all over the body, dyeing the burgundy flowered shirt dark red, and then Mihawk, who always had a cold face, smiled.

The greater the pressure, the more you can break through the limits!

Right now - X2

The three-generation ghost in Rossi's hand, whose whole body was blurred during the high-speed flight, struck at Mihawk. There was only a trace of 'overlord color entanglement' in the continuous battle, and it gradually began to split and increase, until it turned into one slice.

"Ghost Slayer Yama!"

Facing Rossi, whose momentum reached its peak and his speed turned into a blur, the 'Ye' in Mihawk's hand slashed forward with a brilliant light.

"Black Knife·Breaking!"

It's like a famous master, using the tip of his pen to draw a dark trail in the air, clear black and white, cutting off everything.

The figures flying in the sky disappeared in an instant, and the invisible third-generation ghost froze in the air; and the black sword light that Mihawk slashed stretched endlessly into the sky, as if it could extend to the end of the world, full of incomprehensible energy. Astonishing and magnificent to imagine!

Bloody light suddenly appeared, and under the black sword light, the figure parted diagonally. Rossi's entire body was neatly split in half from the chest and abdomen.

"Rosie!"

"impossible--"

In an instant, everyone in the Don Quixote family in the stands felt numb all over, and all the blood rushed into their brains. They were so frightened that they even forgot to move.

Rossi actually lost? !

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

"Ahem, that's awesome..."

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

On the black feather coat behind him, crackling thunder and lightning were constantly jumping. It was driven by these thunder and lightning that Rossi's speed surged at the last moment, avoiding Mihawk's attack.

Mihawk's sky-shattering sword just now was too stunning and unbelievable; the black sword 'Ye' had just passed through, and everyone in the audience had already had the illusion that Rossi had been 'killed'.

clang

The dark night penetrates the sand of the Colosseum,

An arm covered in a burgundy rose-patterned sleeve firmly held the huge hilt of 'Ye', but it could no longer deliver a fatal blow.

Unlike Rossi who was almost cut in half, Mihawk only lost one hand.

Of course, losing his right hand and his weapon at the same time is already the biggest blow to a swordsman.At least it is impossible to remain indifferent to the cadres of the Don Quixote family who leaped into the Colosseum.

However, Mihawk, who was one-armed and empty-handed, did not have any fluctuation in his eyes. He stood proudly on the spot, thinking about the knife he had just struck.

That was the most powerful attack he had ever made. If he could fully master this sword, Mihawk believed that he could reach another peak in swordsmanship.

It's really interesting...

A broken hand is nothing in comparison.

"stop--"

After stopping Diamanti and others who were about to take revenge for themselves, Rossi let go of his hands covering his waist.

Because Dover had already landed next to him immediately, a large number of transparent threads flew out from his fingers, quickly sewing up the wound on Rosie's waist.

It is not just about suturing the surface, but also reconnecting the internal organs, muscles, blood vessels, and nerves. It can be said that the mere use of this skill is enough to make [-]% of the surgeons in the world commit suicide in shame.

"Rosie,"

While treating him, Dover tilted his head towards Mihawk across from him. His eyes under the red sunglasses clearly expressed one meaning:

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

"No need,"

Shaking his head, Rossi still knew Mihawk's character very well.

He has a calm and calm personality, and he farms and cooks his own food. It can be said that apart from the fact that he likes to have sword fights with others, he is simply a model man.Although some people go their own way, they are not unpredictable people.

Moreover--

"This time, I lost."

While Dover was suturing the wound, Rosie took the healing potion made by Jorah, raised his head and poured half of the bottle into his mouth.

Then he threw the remaining half bottle towards Mihawk.

"At the last moment, it was Dover who used his ability to help me."

After speaking, Rossi looked at Dover next to him.

"Dover, help Mihawk reattach the arm."

"···snort,"

Although Dover snorted in displeasure, since it was his brother's request, he still swung it in the air, invisible threads flew out, rolled up the severed arm and the black knife 'Ye' stuck on the ground and flew towards Mihawk.

As the 'Thread Fruit' connected Mihawk's arm, Dover, who originally wanted to 'do something' during the operation, finally did not do anything wrong when Rossi shook his head slightly.

"Devil fruit powers are so convenient."

After drinking the potion that Rossi threw over and trying to move his right arm, Mihawk sighed expressionlessly.

For a swordsman of his level, losing a right hand has little impact; but it is always good to have both hands intact, otherwise it will be inconvenient to go to the toilet.

"Let's have another fight when we have time,"

Faced with Mihawk's invitation, Rossi nodded.

"can."

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

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink."

Facing Rossi's invitation, Mihawk also nodded.

"it is good."

Although Mihawk's swordsmanship...or the swordsmanship in this world is characterized by his courage to advance alone, focusing on excellence and purity, fighting against nature, the sea, and others, and reaching the peak through continuous training.

But that's not to say that Mihawk is 'unconventional'. In fact, Mihawk's daily life can be considered 'exquisite'. He cleans the huge castle by himself and likes to read newspapers and drink red wine. This is not an ordinary life. The sloppy pirate.

As for men, they naturally become friends after a fight.

"Dover..."

Seeing the two great swordsmen who had just been hacking people to death meeting up for a drink, Torebol turned to look at Dover.

"Let them be,"

Dover shook his head. Since Rossi, who was seriously injured, didn't mind, he had no reason to take action.And: Looking at Rossi’s posture, is he preparing to make friends with the other party?

Well, it is also beneficial to the family to become friends with such a strong person.

----

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

This battle just now can be said to have shocked the Sand Crocodile!

Once upon a time, Crocodile's goal was also the 'Pirate King', and he believed that he could win the title of Pirate King by relying on his own strength.

However, the cruelty of the new world gave Sand Crocodile a blow in the head. He was defeated by 'Whitebeard' Edward Newgate and lost his left hand. Faced with Whitebeard's words of 'Be my son', Crocodile can be said to be mentally and physically exhausted. He suffered tons of damage.

How could the proud Sand Crocodile swallow his breath after being defeated and 'humiliated' by others?

but--

Facing Whitebeard, all Crocodile's resistance was nothing but incompetent rage.

After escaping from the new world, he accepted the status of the Shichibukai of the World Government and prepared to use Alabaster as a base to pursue legendary ancient weapons:

Hades!

Occupied in the first half of the great route, Crocodile's strength declined during the "abuse of vegetables" day after day, his domineering power faded to almost disappear, and he only relied on a "Shasha Fruit" to support the scene.

It was supposed to be like this,

But today, when he saw two teenagers younger than himself, bursting out with fighting power that could beat him to death, Crocodile felt as if he had been hit on the head with a stick again.

Has it been a long time since I exercised and fought well?

This question came to mind, instantly scaring the dignified 'Shasha people' into a cold sweat.

"Guhehe, the ancient weapon 'Pluto' is important, but personal strength cannot be left behind -"

Crocodile, whose lower body turned into yellow sand, flew directly to the dock. His already decadent mind perked up again. If he couldn't even defeat two 'juniors', why would he be the pirate king? !

call--

The yellow sand gathered on a three-masted ship at the dock and turned into the shape of Crocodile.

"sail!"

"Yes, my lord."

While the sailors were still looking confused, the captain dressed as an orthodox businessman had already shouted an order.

As a sand crocodile known for his conspiracy and calculation, how could Crocodile not have any backup plan?

"Sail, anchor, target—"

Crocodile, who bowed to the merchant captain for instructions and relit his cigar, took one last look at the Beast Fighting Island.

"Go back to Araba... No, go to Whiskey Island!"

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

----

"Fufufu, what a wonderful battle, 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 have all left,"

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

brush,

A woman with long black hair and ponytail wearing a white mask leaped down. She was wearing a medieval gray neutral hunting suit, black leather boots, and black and red wristbands. She looked like a heroic woman. hunter.

Coupled with the white mask on his face, even the members of the White Dragon Pirates standing in front of him would not be able to recognize that this was their captain.

Well, the former captain.

"You have all seen Rossi's strength,"

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

'The Bald Kraken' Arnock,

'Eight-fingered' Oba,

'Girl' Pete,

'The Trickster' Balfour Misoli

Only by showing absolute strength can you gain their allegiance.

"I already know Rosinandi's strength very well."

Tani's voice came from under the white mask. She clasped her hands into claws and took a stance.

"So, Doflamingo. Do you mind if you let me see your strength too?"

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

With the flick of his fingers, transparent silk threads began to spread throughout the Colosseum.

The battle is imminent!

----

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

In the tavern next to the Big Fighting Beast, Rossi and Mihawk were drinking and exchanging various battle experiences. Just when they were chatting, there was a pop, and a ray of light suddenly crossed the sky outside the window and sprinkled on the table. A clear blue.

?

After glancing at the long-lasting blue trace of lightning flashing in the sky, Mihawk put down his wine glass.

"I didn't expect that there is such a strong person on this island."

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

Facing Rossi's explanation, Mihawk shook his head.

"This is not swordsmanship,"

"Yes, this move is actually a Devil Fruit ability. But -"

"Whether it's swordsmanship, ability, or anything else, power is power. Only strong power can do whatever you want."

"So, you're not going to focus all your energy on swordsmanship?"

Mihawk had already seen that the young man in front of him who was younger than himself was incredibly ambitious.

Mihawk's goal is the throne of 'the world's greatest swordsman', and this boy's goal... is actually the king of the world?

Since Rossi pursues world invincibility, he is destined not to focus all his energy on kendo.

"Pity,"

Wouldn't it be nice if there were strong men walking with us on the road of swordsmanship?