The Pirate's Ultimate Swordsman, One Man is the Royal Group

On the uninhabited island, the wild beasts fled collectively from the mountains and forests.

Accompanied by the sound of iron clashing and impact, Arthur's voice was heard from the forest:

"stand up."

The voice echoed domineeringly, infusing into the minds of every creature on the island.

All the birds and animals on the island fled and migrated in large groups.

There was a simple campfire camp on the beach. Olbia was staring at the mountains and forests on the island in surprise.

The sword wind raged, cutting through the lush jungle.

She was shocked and asked, "Is he so serious when he fights?"

Beside the campfire, Cooper squatted with his hands covering his body, unmoved by the fighting on the island.

"Cooper..." (Do you think Arthur is as easy-going as he is in daily life? The road we have walked is hell)

It muttered a few words casually out of habit.

"You..." Olbia stared at it in surprise: "I don't understand what you are saying."

……

Deep inside the island——

The sun is shining brightly and the high temperature causes heat waves to appear in the air.

Mihawk was covered in dust, his chest heaving violently as he gasped, his hands tightly gripping the hilt of the Supreme Great Sword, Night.

He raised his head in embarrassment and stared at Arthur, who was strolling leisurely with a knife not far in front of him.

It's like an unclimbable mountain, difficult to cross.

"Get up, boy." Arthur said to him, "Aren't you targeting me? I can still fight for ten days."

"This man is so strong..." Mihawk's expression became firm, his breathing gradually became steady, and he thought:

"Any sword moves, speed, and skills I have at the moment have been easily resolved by him..."

“Is this the strength that has been tempered through hell?”

In order to challenge Arthur, Mihawk did a lot of homework on him.

Age, height, deeds, habits, almost all of them were engraved in Mihawk's brain.

He firmly believed that only by knowing everything about the opponent could one win every battle.

But the man in front of him gave him an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

"Maybe it's because... my current strength gap with his is too big?" Mihawk thought.

He stood firm and stomped towards Arthur again with the knife in hand.

The moment Mihawk approached Arthur, he used all his strength to strike him, his domineering aura, momentum, and strength reaching their highest level yet.

He wanted to move Arthur with this, even just a little bit, a little bit would fill him with great satisfaction.

It's much better than fighting for a whole day and losing to a guy who is at ease and has a paralyzed face the whole time.

It felt like the other person was holding his life in his hands at all times and could not be shaken in the slightest.

Little did he know that Arthur had predicted his prediction the moment he took his first step.

Arthur held the Ice Dragon in his hand and shook his arm violently to activate the "Dragon Bounce", deflecting Mihawk's full-strength attack with one blow.

"It bounced again..." Mihawk's face was filled with shock, his left palm had been loosened by the terrifying force.

In an instant, his body tilted backwards under the horrific impact, as if he had hit an invisible elastic wall, and flew out on the spot.

His back kept hitting the trees, and blood gradually flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

"I really envy you." Arthur said to him with a serious face: "Even if you fall down, you can stand up without restrictions, and you have countless options to retreat."

Mihawk naturally could not accept such a result. He stood up again after landing in the forest and asked:

"What do you mean by that? With such great power, don't you have any choice?"

Soon, Arthur strolled to where Mihawk fell with his sword in hand and said slowly:

"My whereabouts are known to the World Government. If it weren't for the O'Hara incident, I'm afraid they would have sent people to arrest me."

"It could also be that they are worried about causing too much damage, so their plans against me must be careful and thorough."

"This also means that I could be in a desperate situation and die at any time."

"If I fall once, take a step back, I'll fall into the abyss and I'll never be able to get up again."

Arthur felt nothing about saying these things.

A lone ranger like Mihawk who does his own thing is also a noble expressionless person.

Most people don't care about these things.

"Then you must have something or something you can't let go of." Mihawk listened carefully and replied:

"Anyway, I become stronger just to allow me to live a better and peaceful life without having to compete with anyone. This is the meaning of life."

"That's good. Everyone has their own choice to go." Arthur said, no longer leaning forward with the knife in hand, but moving slowly and leisurely.

Instead, he returned to his normal standing position and stared coldly at Mihawk, whose mouth was bleeding:

"Stand up. This fight can only stop when I say so."

"What kind of swordplay is this!" Mihawk was a little unconvinced and shouted, "Your counter-attack is more like your own ability, it's not a swordplay or sword move at all!"

"Defensive swordsmanship. I understand if you don't agree with it." Arthur was not moved by his evaluation.

It's just a meaningless dispute.

The sword moves he created based on his own instinct did not need anyone's recognition.

It demonstrates amazing effectiveness and functionality in actual combat.

Just admit to yourself that you need to keep honing and improving.

Because this is the practicality he explored with his life.

"It's okay to switch it, but you have to catch it." Arthur finished speaking.

He leaned forward swiftly, lowered his body and took a step forward.

At the same time, he instantly retracted his sword and gathered his strength, turning it into a lightning afterimage and rushing straight towards Mihawk.

"!" Mihawk was startled and hurriedly put Ye in front of him, grabbing his right hand and inserting it into the mud to prepare for resistance.

The next second, a loud bang and an explosion wave spread to his ears.

The supreme sword Night fell from Hawkeye's hand, flew into the air, and spun in the air.

The tip of a slender black knife was already placed in front of his neck the moment he lost Ye.

The supreme sword, Night, was stuck in the mud beside Arthur.

"I clearly predicted it." Mihawk stared at Arthur with sweat dripping down his forehead and cheeks: "But there is no way to avoid it."

"Do you agree? You can only survive for one second if I attack you, great swordsman." Arthur ignored him and didn't take him seriously at all.

Great swordsman?

When he was seriously injured, he had already shot down many of them in Wano Country.

If Mihawk couldn't even block one attack, it would mean that he would experience the same result.

"I lost..." Mihawk's body softened and he knelt on the ground, completely accepting this result.

"Did you misunderstand something?" When Arthur saw this, a hint of murderous intent appeared on his cold expression.

Even colder and more cruel.

"I lost. The competition is over, Arthur." Mihawk lost his fighting spirit and decided to work harder on himself afterwards.

He looked at Arthur, slowly pulled out the nightshade from his side with his left hand, and then threw it back to him.

Night was held by Mihawk, and suddenly woke up and remembered what Arthur said before the sparring.

"Pick it up, Mihawk, or I'll kill you."