Chapter 450： Hawkeye VS Redhead

Chapter 450 Hawkeye VS Redhead

"Unexpected powerful enemy!"

The mutual induction between swordsmen is extremely keen.

Holding a cross sword on his back, Mihawk, standing on the main ring, looked at the straw hat boy standing opposite, a faint look of surprise flashed through the sharp eagle eyes.

Originally thought that the number one enemy of this sword test meeting would be the white...face.

But I didn’t expect that just in the semi-finals, I would be able to meet such a high-level swordsman!

The opponent's strength is not below me!

Looking at the straw hat boy from afar, the blood in Mihawk's heart slowly boiled.

‘This man in a trench coat with yellow eyes is so strong! ’

Shanks also felt the opponent's terrifying strength at this time, and a solemn expression suddenly appeared in the originally cynical eyes.

Wait for referees to announce the specific regulations of the semi-finals.

Mihawk moved directly.

He drew out the cross sword behind his back, swung a terrifying cyan flying slash, leaped over half of the ring in the blink of an eye, and arrived in front of Shanks.

The re-reinforced stone ground of the ring is still as fragile and soft as tofu in the aftermath of this flying slash, and a deep gully is cut into the flat ground.

Compared with this terrifying flying slash, Shanks, who was already an ordinary figure, suddenly seemed even smaller.

"So fast! So strong!"

"Is this the strength of Hawkeye Mihawk?"

"That straw hat boy, can he withstand Mihawk's slash?"

On the   stand, the vast majority of the audience began to worry about Shanks silently.

However, Shanks just showed an expectant smile.

He calmly drew out the dead wood of the famous knife at his waist, and put it in front of him like this.

Boom!

The cyan flying slash collided with the sharp blade of the famous knife withered wood, and immediately exploded with a terrifying roar, and the billowing waves dispersed in all directions, blowing the ends of the audience's hair into chaos.

"That straw hat... should be dead."

"Hawkeye's strength is really powerful!"

In the VIP seats in the   stand, almost all members of the White Beard Pirates group headed by Newgate gathered here to watch the battle between Hawkeye and Shanks.

Just looking at such a knife, Foil Busta had such thoughts in her heart.

‘The level of swordsmanship between me and Hawkeye Mihawk...There is still a certain gap! ’

"Daddy, that's amazing!"

Weibull stared at the arena below which was plunged into smoke and dust, yelling somewhat.

"I want to go down and fight them! Anything is fine!"

"Goo la la la la!"

The white beard sitting on the main seat let out a burst of laughter.

"The battle between the two of them is not over yet, Weibull, watch quietly!"

Above the ring.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the audience was able to see the situation clearly.

The horrible slash that seemed to be able to cut the mountains and divide the sea just now did not cause any damage to the straw hat boy. It seemed that he was just relying on the unremarkable long sword in his hand to cut Mihawk's flight. The hit was resisted.

"It's awesome!"

The smile on Shanks's face expanded a bit, like an old drunkard who had met a glass of wine that had been greedy for a long time, and looked eagerly in the direction of Mihawk.

"Next, it's me!"

Shanks stepped out, and the figure suddenly ran towards Mihawk's position, so fast that he could barely catch his shadow.

Mihawk also stepped forward, leaping in the direction of Shanks.

The speed of the two is extremely fast, and the main arena is several hundred meters away, but they crossed in the blink of an eye.

The audience was in a trance, and Shanks and Mihawk were already standing in the same place.

Shanks waved the dead wood of the famous knife in his hand.

Mihawk raised the cross sword in his hand.

Two rare and famous knives collided in an instant.

Dang—

The metal collision sound that seemed to penetrate directly into the soul, exploded in the ears of every audience in the venue, and stimulated their scalp to tingle.

The swords touched each other and froze with each other.

Shanks and Mihawk looked at each other, unconsciously throwing in their hands to release more powerful power.

The surging energy collided together, triggering an unimaginable shock wave again, and circles of white air waves burst open, like ripples on the water surface, spreading around the two people as the center.

In an instant.

The brick paving ring at the feet of the two people seemed to have withstood a magnitude 12 earthquake. The bricks shattered, the broken stones splashed, and there was an earth-shattering sound.

锵锵—

A crash sound keeps sounding.

Shanks and Mihawk will meet Liangcai, and they will meet each other. The famous swords and swords in their hands continue to fought fiercely.

The more they fought, the more excited they became, and even the same bright smiles appeared on their faces.

Slowly goes by over time.

The two are no longer limited to the confrontation between basic swordsmanship.

The collision of armed colors, the clash of seeing and hearing colors, the burning of the will to fight...

Shanks and Mihawk have displayed almost all their abilities, and they seem to do their best to start an unreserved battle with each other.

The intensity of the battle is constantly rising.

"These two people are really enough..."

Adrian was covered with [Void Face], and his breath was reduced, standing on the stands like an insignificant passerby, watching the battle between Shanks and Mihawk.

"Good match!"

With Adrian's eyes at the moment, it is natural to judge that Shanks and Mihawk are opponents on the same level!

At least, at this moment.

The strength of these two people is equal!

If you have to subdivide some.

In terms of the three-color domineering training level, Shanks is slightly better.

And Mihawk’s swordsmanship, which has been honed to the extreme, is also better than the opponent.

The slight gap between each other is made up by other advantages and disadvantages, making it even more difficult to distinguish between superiors and inferior ones.

Admired the stunning duel between Shanks and Mihawk for a while.

Adrian couldn't help but think about his semi-final opponent.

Donggo Ryoma—this is the full name of the cloaked swordsman—is powerful enough.

After all,    was able to defeat the opponent all the way, stand out from the D zone, and defeated a lot of monsters including Edward Weibull of White II.

But compared to Shanks and Mihawk, it's still a bit behind!

Use the rank division of the panel.

The strength level of Mihawk and Shanks has reached the 100-level limit.

But Donggo Ryoma's strength is roughly in the early nineties.

"The man named Ryoma is a little far behind!"

Adrian shook his head slightly, no longer thinking about Donggo Ryoma, and instead devoted all his attention to the battle between Shanks and Mihawk.

As a great swordsman who has reached the limit of his own swordsmanship, the peak duel between Shanks and Mihawk has also benefited Adrian a lot.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and three days have passed.

The audience has been boiled away for several batches.

The battle between Shanks and Mihawk is still not over, but it has also begun to come to an end.

Another day has passed.

The two top swordsmen still haven't decided the outcome, but their state and energy have declined very obviously.

Shanks carried the famous knife withered wood on the ground of a messy arena, and couldn't help gasping for breath.

Slightly colder Mihawk, his breath is also unstable, and his chest rises and falls violently.

The two looked at each other in the air, and squeezed some strength out of their exhausted bodies, ran towards each other, waving their swords in their hands.

铿—

The dead wood of Shanks was knocked out directly by the cross sword in Mihawk's hand, and stuck upside down on the ground.

"you-"

Mihawk held the cross sword, his sharp eagle eyes widened, and his expression was incomparably wrong.

"You win this time!"

Shanks raised his face bitterly, rubbed his stomach, turned and walked towards the bottom of the ring, not forgetting to pull out the dead wood and put it back into the scabbard.

"Straw hat! You—"

Mihawk has something to say.

However, Shanks just waved his hand, leaving a cool back.

"I haven't been able to eat for several days, and I'm almost starving to death. I'm going to drink and eat!"

Half way, Shanks suddenly turned his head.

"By the way, your name is...Hawkeye, right? That [white face], be careful, I don't think he looks like a good person."

Why do people always think I forgot [Fruit Fusion Card]...

(End of this chapter)