novelhk Chapter 262 Victory or Loss
Chapter 262 Victory or Loss
"Chucky!"
On the sea, countless shabby ships turned into debris in the aftermath of the fierce battle between Cavendish and Hawkeye.
The huge slashing blows that flew out from time to time made the entire battlefield full of dangers and daunting.
This also raised the viewing threshold of this competition between swordsmen to a very high level.
"Ding!" Jerry, who was standing on the bow with his companions, waved the fishing rod in his hand to block the sword energy that was flying towards them again.
"Mr. Cavendish is very strong, but his opponent is even stronger." Brooke's eyes were fixed on the two people who were fighting fiercely on the field, and he spoke solemnly.
The others couldn't help but nod their heads. Even if they didn't want to admit it, they could see this indisputable fact. After all, Cavendish was already covered in wounds at this time.
Deuce pondered for a while and asked, "Jerry, given Cavendish's current condition, does he have a chance of winning?"
Jerry shook his head: "I can't win. Even if they are just competing in pure swordsmanship and skills, Cavendish didn't use the power of the Thunder Fruit, but Hawkeye didn't use his full strength either."
He felt that even if the power of the fruit was combined and both sides played their cards, the current situation would not change much and Cavendish would still be at a disadvantage.
If Cavendish's swordsmanship and domineering aura could be further improved, perhaps then he would truly have the strength to compete with Hawkeye.
Of course, this is just Jerry's speculation. The actual situation still needs to take many factors into consideration in actual combat.
"Qiang!"
Amid the piercing sound, Cavendish and Hawkeye separated from each other.
Cavendish stood on a wooden board floating on the waves, his body covered with sword wounds of varying depths, each of which seemed to tell of the fierceness of the battle.
"Ha...ha, you are worthy of being the world's number one swordsman." He breathed deeply, his physical strength was extremely exhausted, but there was a determination gleam in his eyes.
Hawkeye tore off a few pieces of torn clothes and glanced at the barely perceptible scratches on the skin. His expression did not change much, and he just said seriously: "You are not bad, kid. Tell me your name."
"Kuroko Pirates, Cavendish!" The powerful momentum rose again, and Cavendish responded solemnly.
"Okay, I'll take note of that." Hawkeye nodded slightly.
In the strong wind, he stood on the wreckage of the ship, his straight body motionless, tightly grasping the black sword that was hailed as the strongest in the world, the blade flashing with a sharp light as the wind blew.
The next moment, a sharp aura that seemed to be able to cut through everything suddenly rose up.
Hawkeye took a step forward and said slowly, "Next, in the name of the swordsman, take it."
"Come!" Cavendish roared loudly, moved his body, and rushed towards the other party.
Hawkeye raised the corner of his mouth, then regained his composure. He said nothing, but without hesitation, he rushed towards Cavendish.
Just as the figures of both sides were about to intersect, two dazzling giant sword lights appeared almost at the same time, emitting shocking power.
After a brief confrontation, Hawkeye's green sword light rushed forward and shattered the sword light that Cavendish swung with all his strength.
Then, the sword light rushed all the way with overwhelming force, ignoring all obstacles along the way, and flew towards the distant distance, like a meteor across the night sky, disappearing from everyone's sight at an astonishing speed.
Only the sea water, which was cut into deep grooves, was left, surging constantly in the wind.
Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the dazzling sword light slashed through the few remaining ships of the Creek Pirates.
"Squeak!" Several ships of the Creek Pirates, which were fleeing far away, suddenly made strange noises.
The next second, after a few loud bangs, the ships were neatly split into two and gradually sank.
"Wow!" On the shabby ship, densely packed pirates fell into the sea involuntarily and were ruthlessly swallowed by the surging tide in an instant.
"Brother...what just happened seemed to be a slash from behind."
"Isn't this... too exaggerated?"
Being on the relatively intact main ship, the pirates were feeling relieved but also inevitably shocked. There was chaos and discussions going on.
"Shut up! Go away!" Creek roared hysterically.
Looking around, there were only a few lonely fleet ships left on the sea. His heart was filled with anger and frustration. They had finally entered the Grand Line, but in just a few days, the pirate group had become a remnant of defeated soldiers, with old, weak and sick members.
The pirate fleet that he had worked so hard to build was no longer big enough, and he could only run away with his tail between his legs. When Creek thought of this, he gnashed his teeth in hatred.
At the same time, Deus and others also witnessed everything in amazement.
Even though they had witnessed many big scenes Jerry had created at sea, at this moment, the flash of the extremely sharp sword brought them a completely different shocking feeling.
"Brother Cavendish!" Garrott's shout woke everyone up and turned their attention to Cavendish and Jerry who had appeared beside Cavendish at some point.
Jerry nodded to Hawkeye after noticing that he had put the black knife behind his back and his aura had disappeared, and it was obvious that he had no intention of attacking again.
Then he put his hand on the crouching Cavendish's shoulder and asked softly, "Are you okay?"
"Puff! Cough cough! It's okay, but I lost." Cavendish spat out a mouthful of blood, bent down and used the sword in his hand as support, and did not fall down.
But apart from the blood at the corner of his mouth, the most eye-catching thing was that among the many wounds on his body, there was a long, hideous sword mark that ran diagonally across his abdomen, which was shocking.
This was also due to the fact that at the last moment when Cavendish's attack was shattered, he knew that he was completely defeated, so he decided to turn himself into lightning and try his best to dodge.
"Well, since you know you've lost, just keep working hard to surpass us. No matter what, you should go back and get treatment first." As he spoke, Jerry controlled the ocean current and gently sent Cavendish back to the deck of the Blackie.
Noticing Jerry's gaze turned towards him, Hawkeye was about to turn around and run away when he suddenly stopped, holding the hilt of the sword, and asked in confusion: "Why? Do you want to fight too?"
Hearing this, Jerry shook his head slightly and said calmly: "Forget about the battle. I'm just a fisherman, not a swordsman. Besides, I don't intend to take advantage of others' misfortune to play a round-robin battle."
"Really? Then let's say goodbye here." Hawkeye put down his right hand that was holding the weapon and walked calmly towards his small sailboat.
"See you again if we're lucky." Jerry said, and turned to the Heizi, flashing back quickly.
In addition to the reasons Jerry mentioned earlier, there is a deeper reason for not having a formal battle with Hawkeye. That is, the battle between swordsmen is sacred and solemn. Injuries are inevitable. Victory or defeat is determined by strength, and life and death are left to fate.
Since Cavendish wasn't missing any limbs, and wasn't hanging sausages directly, Jerry didn't want to meddle in his business.
Therefore, he chose to respect the result of this duel and not be so ungrateful as to demand an explanation from Hawkeye in a normal duel.
"What happened?" Back on deck, Jerry noticed that everyone was focusing their attention on Cavendish, so he asked.
Deuce was busy bandaging Cavendish's wounds and treating his injuries. He responded without even looking up, "Fortunately, the wound is not too serious."
Jerry was relieved and nodded in sudden realization: "Oh, that's good. Is the injury not that deep or serious?"