One Piece: Tyrant Bear

After thinking about it, he gave up, it was just a little money, he could afford it, but he just felt very humiliated.

This Mihawk actually didn't give himself any face and forced him to give money. Although he admitted that his method was disgraceful, but he drank by his ability, who could say a word.

Stopping on the hillside, the eagle-eyed Mihawk turned around and stared at the bear with squinted eyes. Those eyes were like eagles in the dark night, terrifying and frightening.

If an ordinary person met these eyes, he might have fallen down.

"Come on, let's play a game."

The two, who couldn't wait for a long time, vowed in their hearts that they would teach each other a lesson and not let him be embarrassed.

The aftereffects after drinking came, one was unhappy because of giving money, and the other was bitter about cheating, and then it turned into a fight.

Men, prove yourself with strength.

"You first."

Hawkeye drew his sword out of its sheath and faced the bear with an arrogant look.

"Hmph, you go first."

Whoever makes the shot is unlucky.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

Stopping with static, the two drank alcohol, their heads were not very clear, and they needed time to calm down.

At this time, whoever makes the move can give another time to observe whether he is drunk and how to make the move?

At their level, many things can be seen from the shot, and there is no need for in-depth understanding. Xiong is of course unwilling to do so.

"You first."

"No, you come."

"Are you scared? Bartholomew."

I have used all the aggressive methods, it's ok, boy.

"Are you scared? Mihawk?"

You can use it, and so can I.

"Is it interesting for you and me to argue here? It's better to start early and solve it early, and I'll go back."

I'm in a hurry, hurry up, don't waste my time.

The corner of Xiong's mouth twitched, you are in a hurry, am I not in a hurry?

I said it as if I wanted to. He couldn't see the details of Hawkeye. Judging from his momentum and stance, he was invulnerable. If he went up rashly, wouldn't he be dying?

The two of them stood in the wind, under the darkness, and the leaves fell.

A bright moon hangs in the sky and falls on them, casting long, long shadows.

There was no intention of doing anything, the wind blew away their alcohol and regained their sobriety.

Fallen leaves drifted past their eyes, and with a whooping sound, the two of them moved forward at the same time, as if smelling a delicious beast, they moved forward quickly.

"Om."

The black knife is like the night, strange and dark.

The pitch-black night sky just concealed its figure, and it was hard to guard against and unstoppable.

The palm was raised, the red meat ball blocked his black knife, and the other hand slapped forward, brushing past a pressure cannon, and there was a constant roar behind him.

The sword energy cut the ground, cracked the earth, and shattered boulders.

The silhouettes of the two were like ghosts, elusive, unclear figures, constantly appearing in mid-air, from jumping to attacking, in just one second, they fought more than a dozen moves.

They refused to retreat from each other, and refused to suffer losses.

Landing, ten meters away.

"Barthoromixiong, strength is not simple."

It is not the first time to fight, every time there is a different shock.

Hawkeye Mihawk's strength has improved rapidly, and the man in front of him is not simple and unfathomable.

It feels like he hides a lot of strength and needs to be forced out one by one.

"Hawkeye Mihawk, you're not bad either."

Shocked in his heart, Mihawk's strength is even more terrifying, his kendo cultivation has been simplified, and redundant moves have been removed. An ordinary slashing move contains shadows of more than a dozen sword moves, which overlap together.

If it weren't for the meat ball to block his attack, the armed domineering alone would not be able to defend against his knife.

"Come again."

When the hit is thick, the opponent will not be allowed to leave.

"boom."

"Pressure cannon."

"Om."