Pirate Bloody Hand Mary

"hiss……"

The red and black ghost energy escaped from the soles of Mary's feet and slowly rose.

A small vortex of air flow formed around Mary.

"Four minutes...?"

Mihawk looked slightly startled.

What does this four minutes mean? Is...can you capture me within four minutes?

"Buzz!"

"!!"

With a buzzing sound, both Mihawk and everyone watching the battle suddenly showed shocked expressions on their faces.

So fast, this speed...

Absolutely unnaturally fast.

Although Mary just now was so fast that no one except Kizaru and Eniro could catch up with her, she could still predict her opponent's movements by seeing and hearing her.

And now...

The sight could not even capture Mohu's movement. Mihawk still saw Mary standing in front of him, but he knew very well that Mary was no longer standing there.

This speed...

"The fastest speed in the world, even faster than Kizaru..."

There was no time to express any emotion, Mihawk almost relied on his own instinct to subconsciously stab the left side of his body.

"Check!"

A spark burst out from the black knife, and the black shadow flashed away.

"here!"

Mihawk turned his body and the black knife slid horizontally across his back.

A faint blood shadow split into two.

"Illusion!?"

Mihawk shrunk, his body leaned back, and a strong wind instantly swept over his head.

No, it's not an illusion...

She was still here when I came over just now, and her murderous aura stagnated here for a moment, so the blood shadow was left.

But the moment I turned around and attacked...she changed her position, direction, speed, and slashing method...

What a monster is this! ?

"clank--"

More than a dozen blood shadows flashed around Mihawk. These blood shadows gradually looked like Mary.

The color of seeing and hearing swept across him immediately, and the next moment, Mihawk let out a fierce tut.

The dozen or so figures... are all real.

It was not an illusion of blood coagulation. After fighting with Mary for so long, Mihawk naturally knew that Mary would sometimes use blood to attract people's attention.

But in this case, the knife in your hand cannot be faked.

At this time, all the knives in Mary's hands...were all real.

"Sanmonji·Horizontal slash!"

This time Mihawk did not dare to wait for Mary to make the first move, but counterattacked first.

The huge black knife was light and heavy in his hand. He raised it with one hand and slowly drew a circle on the top of his head.

After a moment of silence, huge wind pressure exploded instantly, and a pure white circular sword energy spread out. Mary's flashing blood shadow could only retreat in front of such sword energy.

The glaciers and ship masts in the distance were cut off instantly without even the sound of breaking, and the sections were as smooth as mirrors.

"This should be fine..."

Mihawk breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he finished speaking, a biting chill suddenly came from behind him.

"What!?"

He turned around suddenly, and the black knife in his hand reflexively blocked, blocking the deadly dusk.

However, Yuru cut into the middle of Mihawk's neck and shoulder like a tofu cut, almost splitting his trachea in two.

"Ahem - when..."

Mihawk looked at Mary, looking at the direction in which the hem of her clothes was flying.

This guy was cut down from the sky, but when...

"It is too naive to even try to drive away the evil ghost who has liberated all taboos with just sword energy..."

In the distance, Esdeath held down her hat, her hair dancing wildly in the blade of her sword, and her smile became more and more excited.

"That's an evil spirit that can't even be restrained by the freezing of time and space. There's nothing in this world that can stop her!"

"When the speed reaches such a high level, all defenses are useless!"

Facing the severe pain of the blade being stuck in his flesh and blood, Mihawk violently crossed the black knife, and then slapped Mary away with the back of the knife.

The moment Yuru Yucheng pulled it out, Mihawk swung three swords in a row, sealing Mary's left and right sides.

Then the ghostly aura covered the blade, and he stepped forward and rushed towards Mary.

"One word·night!"

"Heart Sword!"

A black sword light flashed through the boy's hole, and towards Mary, whose retreat was blocked, Mihawk stabbed her in the head.

However, the scene of the body being split into two did not appear as before.

"Crack!"

The two knives crossed each other, and the two knives came together to jam Hei Daoye.

"Caught my slash..."

Mihawk opened his eyes slightly.

No swordsman could receive his slash head-on, or in other words, no one could receive his real slash so lightly.

Even a red-haired person can't do such a thing, not to mention that her previous physical fitness was far inferior to that of the red-haired Mary?

etc……

Feeling the numbness coming from his wrist, Mihawk knew how Mary caught his slash.

That's right, with her physical condition, it is simply impossible to catch the black knife at once.

But what if many times?

The contact between Mary's double swords and the black sword relaxed a little for a moment, and then she immediately pressed the black sword again after she retracted the sword to relieve the force.

This method of resistance is theoretically feasible, but for most people, it takes two or three times to block Mihawk for a second time.

But... Mary was too fast.

At a speed that exceeds all common sense, the impossible is possible.

"open!"

Seeing that Mary had completely lost the momentum of the black knife night, Mihawk flicked Mary away with both hands, and he also took a few steps back on the ground, until he inserted the black knife into the ice and finally looked at where he was standing.

However, even if Mary was knocked away by Mihawk, her figure disappeared again when she flew upside down, leaving only a shadow of blood in place that continued to fly upside down.

"What on earth is this..."

Feeling a wave of malice coming towards him, Mihawk raised his black knife before he could take a breath. Two fangs-like slashes circled the black knife and swept towards his throat from the left and right sides. .

"Ermonji·Sword Tide!"

Mihawk violently turned the black sword in his hand, and the sharp swirling sword wind swept across the ice field. The two fangs that had just approached Mihawk were shattered in an instant.

Blood mist bursts out, and the sword wind stirs.

However, the splashing blood mist followed the sword wind and circled behind Mihawk. Mary's figure flashed along the rotating sword wind, and then two sword lights broke through Mihawk's sword wave, and the overlord's domineering energy wrapped around it. , brazenly flirting with Mihawk behind his back.

"Mary!"

Mihawk pulled out his knife and turned around to lift it up, again blocking Dusk's slash.

Yu Ruyucheng opened a huge wound on his chest that was deep enough to show the bone, and blood spurted out.

After the sword strike was over, Mary instantly dodged back and landed lightly after avoiding the wave of swords.

"thump!"

As Mary landed on the ice with a flash of light, Mihawk suddenly fell to his knees, clutching his chest.

"Pfft... ha..."

He gasped for air and swallowed the blood that surged from his throat.

But no matter what he did, he couldn't stop the blood gushing from his chest.

"..."

"What a double-sword style. Although the swordsmanship is still very poor, but with such speed..."

"amazing."

Mihawk coughed a few times and actually showed a smile.

He slowly stood up holding the black knife and looked at Mary, whose face showed no expression, only endless ominousness and coldness.

"That knife is indeed a spiritual knife."

"It recognizes you..."

"Do famous swordsmen choose people who are not swordsmen? How interesting..."

He straightened up and assumed a fighting stance again.

The blood soaked the hem of his clothes, soaked his pants, and dyed an ice field red.

"You lose, Mihawk."

Mary finally spoke: "It's not too late."

"..."

"It's too late? What's too late?"

Mihawk lowered his body and grinned: "Do I look like someone who is so afraid of death?"

"It's not worth dying here. Sometimes it's harder to live than to die."

Mary said still expressionlessly.

"So I choose the easy one."

Mihawk choked Mary to death with just one sentence.

"Besides, I don't think it's worthless to die here..."

"Whether it's for me or you..."

The vitality in Mihawk's body is obviously getting weaker and weaker, but his momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

Even in the state of murderous aura, Mary, who was almost numb to the extreme, felt a sharp sting on her skin.

"Heaven, earth, and sea, there is nothing I will not destroy."

"Since I ascended to the position of the world's greatest swordsman, you are the first thing that I can't cut off no matter what I do."

"And doing my best to cut you off is of much more value to me than saving the world, surviving or anything like that."

"..."

"I see."

Mary's red eyes were covered with a layer of white frost.

"Since you are seeking death, don't blame me."

"By the way, Mihawk, now is one of the few opportunities for you to really kill me."

Mary said, raising Dusk.

"This knife ate up 99% of my life force and gave me this terrifying mobility."

"Now is the time when I am the strongest, and it is also the time when I am the weakest."

"Originally, if I wanted stability, I would not have used this move. Because now, I am injured and cannot regenerate."

"You know what that means."

"——"

Mihawk's expression was slightly startled, and then he showed a relieved smile.

"It's really...not bad."

"No wonder it's four minutes...I see, four minutes is not only the time to defeat me, but surviving four minutes is also my chance to defeat you——"

"Then I have no reason to run away now."

His body was filled with ghost energy, and the pressure of his sword caused the surrounding snow to shatter into ice slag.

"My opponent will give everything he has to fight me, so Hawkeye Mihawk will never run away."

"Come on, this is the final blow. Whether it's for you or for me."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"call--"

The snowstorm became more and more severe, and the snowflakes fell at Mary's feet, gradually piled up into blossoming flowers of the other side.

Akainu looked at Aokiji and Esdeath: "These are you two..."

"No, it's not."

Qingzhi shook his head, "The current battlefield..."

"A hero's fight to the death cannot tolerate the interference of others."

Esdeath grinned.

The other shore flower grows and spreads towards Mihawk.

Mary stepped forward slowly, and the flower of the other side made of ice and snow was crushed under her feet.

It was as if an ethereal hand exuding an ominous aura stretched out from the flowers on the other side of Mary's feet and approached Mihawk.

The invisible hands strangled Mihawk's neck.

However, the moment these invisible hands touched Mihawk, like a candle touching hot fire, all the hands melted in an instant.

Mihawk also walked slowly towards Mary.

There is nothing else in the world's greatest swordsman's eyes, no snow, no navy, no justice, not even a sword.

Only the person opposite me.

The girl with whom I have an indissoluble bond, you and I are close friends and also old enemies, our fates are intertwined.

Then I will cut off all this, and you will be cut off by me.

Mihawk felt that he had touched a threshold, a threshold of kendo.

Once he crosses that threshold, there is nothing in the world that he cannot cut off. Space, time, destiny, even if Yin Mu stood in front of him, he was sure to cut them off.

It’s that threshold…

"call……"

The flames flashed on Mary's blade, and the high temperature no longer flowed to the surface, but was completely concentrated in the blade.

The figure of the fire spirit flashed past her, and the shrill ghost howl reached everyone's ears.

Is that the Grim Reaper?

This thought came to everyone's mind except for the two people competing.

I will defeat you with my sword, Mihawk. I will not dodge or dodge, but I will bury you head-on with the last sword.

Gather all your life force into four minutes and use my life to bring you the power to defeat you.

No one can match the swordsmanship of the world's greatest swordsman, so just a few more people. One more cut brings more power, and then all the cuts are brought together.

Then there is the slashing of the heart, and I am by no means weaker than others in the use of soul power.

I admire you, Mihawk, you have saved my life. But now that I’ve come this far, I won’t hold back this time.

Now that I am standing here, the justice I carry behind me, the long-cherished wishes of thousands of today's warriors, and my respect for you, allow me to go all out in this duel.

This duel will never be covered in dust, or you and I will be shamed. This battle will be recorded in history.

Risk everything and compress the power.

"sieve!"

Mary suddenly accelerated, the two knives in her hands intertwined.

Mihawk accelerated almost at the same time, and both sides of the duel seized the only opportunity at the same time.

The black light flashed, and night fell. It was still a sword that cut off the morning and dusk, a sword that all the swordsmen in the world could not match.

However, Mary's knife exuded a strange bloody light.

The bloody light of the knife condensed at the moment before it was about to collide with Hei Daoye, and then the blade appeared before the handover and swung the knife again.

It seems like time overlapped, two knives, three knives, five knives, ten knives...

The endless slashes condensed the blood shadow into substance, and then covered the edges of the two knives!

It doesn’t take four minutes, it doesn’t take two minutes…

Just this moment is enough!

Break through limits, transcend yourself, squeeze out your full potential, break the limitations of your ragged body on strength, and unleash the power of inhuman ghosts and gods.

The ghostly aura from the soul in Mihawk's eyes slashed at Mary. The spiritual world was blank, and his soul turned into a physical entity, killing the only person standing on the empty ground.

Just this moment——

He felt a sublimation of power.

The next moment, the only person standing moved, swung his two swords, aimed at Mihawk's waist and slashed out, without any concern for Mihawk's head-cutting sword.

You die and I die, just take one!

At this moment, Mary raised her head and looked at Mihawk.

At this moment, a cold-faced man and a crazy woman flashed in Mihawk's eyes.

Finally, what appeared in his eyes was the girl who slowly embraced him with her hands open and a divine smile on her face.

"——"

"Check——"

The figures of Mary and Mihawk passed each other, and the sound of handover only lasted a moment.

The two of them stood behind each other.

The battlefield became quiet, only the howling of the wind and snow was particularly harsh.

"puff!"

A huge wound appeared on Mary's chest, almost splitting her in two, and her heart was cut open.

Blood spilled onto the ice sheet and steamed up a mist, and Mary's body suddenly shook twice. But the huge wound did not heal as quickly as before.

At the moment when everyone watching the battle suddenly became nervous, a crisp shattering sound resounded across the ice field.

"Stick it."

A crack slowly appeared from the middle of Hei Daoye's blade.

Then, with a sound like crystal breaking, the black knife broke at night.

"Tingtang!"

The broken blade hit the solid ice and snow, and the sound was clear and deafening.