"Rumble—!"
The aftermath of the explosion surged straight into the sky for thousands of ters…
Tearing the clouds apart completely…
Jagged scars carved themselves across the heavens.
Space itself fractured like a shattered mirror, suspended midair—terrifying and grotesque.
The golden and pitch-black lights illuminating the world continued to clash, their power spreading endlessly…
Until, in re monts—
The entire Split Fang Island was completely engulfed!
Violent energy raged and crashed in all directions…
A massive mushroom cloud slowly rose from the center of the collision.
The fierce winds alone were enough to shake countless swordsn on the island, forcing so of them to struggle just to remain standing.
"Is… this the power of the world's greatest swordsman?"
"Mihawk's strength… it's truly terrifying… this kind of slash feels like it could destroy the world…"
"It's not just Mihawk… Lucas is just as monstrous!"
"That's right… facing such overwhelming attacks, he hasn't shown even the slightest sign of being at a disadvantage…"
"It seems this ti—even if Mihawk wins, he won't walk away unscathed… at best, a hard-fought victory!"
Retreating tens of thousands of ters away—
The gathered swordsn gazed at the distant clash with awe, their voices filled with genuine shock.
As swordsn—
They understood better than anyone the power contained within those attacks!
Even the residual sword energy alone far surpassed them countless tis over!
The two figures locked in battle—
Were existences completely beyond their reach!
"Whoosh—"
As the explosion gradually faded—
Black aura surged as Mihawk stomped the ground, his figure shooting forward like an arrow released from a bow.
Afterimages flickered as he charged forward at extre speed.
The black blade Yoru in his hand cut through all lingering shockwaves—
Armant Haki wrapped around it, adding a cold tallic sheen.
Golden light flashed in response.
Holding Durandal, Lucas showed no fear. Instead, he plunged downward from the sky like a falling teor—
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Gold and black collided once again in rapid succession!
Amid the storm of residual sword energy, the two figures flickered constantly, each clash producing a sharp ringing sound.
Sword energy scattered wildly with every impact—
Even the massive mushroom cloud was gradually shattered apart by their continuous collisions!
Not far from Split Fang Island—
Three tall figures stood side by side, gazing toward the battlefield.
"A battle for the title of the world's greatest swordsman?"
"It seems this Lucas has so real skill… to be able to fight Mihawk on equal footing…"
Dressed in a yellow-striped suit, Borsalino stretched lazily as he spoke.
Even from this distance—
He could clearly sense the terrifying sword energy clashing on Split Fang Island.
At first, he hadn't paid much attention to the battle for the title of the world's greatest swordsman…
But now—
This Lucas had far exceeded his expectations.
As for Mihawk's strength—
He knew it very well.
Among the Seven Warlords, Mihawk was undoubtedly one of the strongest—
Not inferior even to a Marine Admiral!
"I don't get it… why would this so-called Ancient King co all the way to Split Fang Island…"
With his ssy hair and casual posture, Kuzan muttered, clearly puzzled.
The Ancient King…
And the world's greatest swordsman…
The two had absolutely nothing to do with each other.
So why would the Ancient King cross such a vast distance just to co here?
"No matter the reason…"
"He will pay for his actions!"
Casting a cold glance at Kuzan and Borsalino, Sakazuki adjusted his cap and strode forward, heading straight toward Split Fang Island.
Shrugging—
The other two quickly followed behind him.
…
The battle continued to rage on—
After a sharp, resounding clash—
Lucas was forced to retreat rapidly, pulling away from Mihawk by over a thousand ters.
Gripping Durandal tightly with both hands, his face twisted with ferocity, his eyes bloodshot, he roared:
"Mihawk… you are strong! But… I am stronger!"
"Now witness it… the ultimate technique of this ancient, glorious blade!"
The heavens shattered—
Above Durandal, space itself tore apart. A surge of golden light erged, rapidly spreading outward—
In an instant, the sky for thousands of ters was filled with countless golden holy swords!
"Step—"
Taking a step forward—
Mihawk's expression turned serious, the black blade in his hand beginning to glow once more.
This ti—
Lucas' attack would likely be even more terrifying!
Perhaps even rivaling his own full power!
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
Suddenly—
Durandal, which had been gathering imnse power, began to tremble violently…
As if rejoicing.
Before Lucas could even react—
A golden radiance spread across the sky.
Durandal broke free from his grip—
Transforming into a streak of golden light—
And shot forward, landing before a figure that had suddenly appeared not far away…
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