novelhk Chapter 33 A Sword Duel of Unparalleled Perfection
Chapter 33 A Sword Duel of Unparalleled Perfection
Mihawk narrowed his yellow eyes slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping over Sasaki Kojiro, who called himself "Assassin" but exuded the aura of a top-tier swordsman.
Finally, it landed on the peculiar nodachi at his waist.
Kojiro seemed to have anticipated what he was thinking, and spread his hands.
"Logically, I should have been 'Saber,' but for some reason I became an assassin."
He returned the glance with a sharp look: "However, my swordsmanship hasn't been affected at all."
Mihawk gripped the hilt of the black sword "Night," and his swordsmanship clashed silently in mid-air with Sasaki Kojiro's seemingly languid yet unfathomable sword intent.
"Prove it to me," Mihawk said, a hint of expectation in his voice. "With your sword."
Kojiro's smile widened as he pressed his hand against the hilt of the long sword behind him.
The cynical smile on his lips deepened, and his eyes, like a hawk just awakening, were exactly the same as those of an eagle.
"Just what I wanted." He gently pushed the hilt of the knife with his left thumb.
With a clear, resonant clang, "Wu Gan Zhuo" was half-drawn from its sheath.
His languidness vanished, and a sharp, ethereal aura that cut through all illusions shot into the sky!
His sword remained suspended in mid-air, not fully drawn.
"I never expected that the first thing I'd be doing after being summoned would be a duel between swordsmen... Come on!"
Without a shout of killing, without any warning, Mihawk moved.
The first move is the simplest and most direct thrust!
The massive black sword "Night" seemed to lose its weight in his hand, transforming into a jet-black lightning bolt that tore through the air!
Its speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could perceive, leaving only a blurry afterimage and a sharp, ear-piercing sound.
This thrust abandoned all fancy techniques and embodied an incredibly solid foundation of skill—fast, accurate, and ruthless!
It's a killer move that goes back to basics.
Almost at the same instant, Kojiro moved too!
His movements were fluid and graceful, as if carrying an indescribable rhythm.
The blade was not fully drawn; it merely slid out three inches!
A cold, sharp blade flashed like a crescent moon, clashing head-on with the domineering thrust.
The slender blade, with a mere millimeter's difference, skillfully deflected the tip of "Night's" advancing blade!
"clang--!!!"
A crisp, resounding clang of metal clashing echoed throughout the castle!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a few dazzling sparks flying at the point where the two famous swords clashed!
Mihawk's thrust, powerful enough to pierce a naval warship, was abruptly deflected by Kojiro's casual flick of the wrist.
The black blade grazed Kojiro's clothes, carving a deep, bottomless furrow into the hard stone platform behind him.
"Good response!" Mihawk's bright yellow eyes suddenly lit up.
Instead of being annoyed by his missed attack, he burst forth with an unprecedented fighting spirit!
With a flick of his wrist, the heavy "Night" became as light as a feather in his hand, instantly transforming from a stab into a slash.
The blade cut through everything with unstoppable force, carrying an overwhelming and domineering power, slashing towards Kojiro at the waist.
Speed and power combined perfectly, as if space itself had been cleaved open by this single strike.
Kojiro's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Facing this sweeping slash, he did not retreat but advanced, his body twisting and turning strangely like a willow catkin.
The long sword "Wu Gan Zhuo" was finally fully drawn, its blade slender and gracefully curved, drawing a chilling arc in the dim light.
Instead of blocking, he unleashed a "Reverse Kasaya Slash" at an even faster speed and a more tricky angle.
This move was a counterattack, striking Mihawk's knife-wielding wrist, a diversionary tactic, a clever way to overcome brute force!
Mihawk snorted coldly, and his horizontal slash suddenly stopped and sank.
The massive blade, like a shield, precisely blocked Kojiro's counterattack.
"Clang!" Another deafening explosion!
The shockwave spread outwards from the two people, blowing away all the surrounding gravel and dust!
The two separated immediately upon contact, each taking a few steps back before landing steadily.
There was no panting, only a fierce clash of eyes in the air, like invisible swords clashing.
Those two lightning-fast moves just now made them realize each other's strengths and weaknesses.
"Such speed, such exquisite skill," Mihawk said slowly, his voice carrying a rare hint of admiration.
"Turning hardness into softness, using skill to overcome brute force. Your sword is very interesting." He acknowledged the other's exquisite skill and speed.
"Thank you for your concession."
Kojiro twirled his sword beautifully and pointed it diagonally at the ground.
His lazy smile returned to his face, but his eyes became even sharper.
"Master's 'power' and 'momentum' are incredibly domineering. It is truly rare to be able to wield such a colossal executioner to such a level. It seems that your swordsmanship is pursuing the strongest."
He pinpointed the core of Mihawk's swordsmanship—to crush all dominant duels with absolute power and majesty.
The two looked at each other, their eyes burning with the excitement of having met their match.
No words were needed; their figures once again transformed into two blurry afterimages, colliding together!
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The dense clanging of metal echoed through the ancient castle; there was no earth-shattering energy explosion, only a pure and unadulterated contest of swordsmanship.
Mihawk's sword strikes are wide and powerful.
Every slash, chop, sweep, and thrust carries the terrifying power to cleave mountains and tear apart seas.
The black sword "Night" seemed to come alive in his hands, embodying "power" and "dominance" to the extreme.
Sometimes it's like Mount Tai collapsing, sometimes like thunder and lightning. The moves seem simple, but their absolute speed and power make them invincible.
However, the swordsmanship that was once invincible now appears quite passive.
Kojiro's sword is agile, elusive, and unpredictable.
His movements were like a ghost, weaving freely through Mihawk's ferocious blade strikes. The swords in his hands seemed like flowing silver moonlight.
Flick, flick, point, shave.
Each strike precisely hits the area that Hawkeye's blade cannot reach, or the weakest point.
He achieved the greatest deviation with the least amount of force, demonstrating the utmost skill and precision.
His swordplay is unpredictable, often launching attacks from unexpected angles, forcing Mihawk to defend.
Mihawk's eyes were fixed on the flowing longsword, and unconsciously he increased the pressure in his hand.
"As expected of a heroic spirit, his swordsmanship is unparalleled!"
The two fought from the stone platform to the broken city wall, and then from the city wall to the ruins of the tower.
Wherever it passed, hard rocks were shredded to pieces, and the aftershocks cleaved ancient bricks and stones.
This is a clash of skill and power, a fierce collision of different sword philosophies.
Just then, a pirate ship with a lion on its prow—the Red Fox—broke through the thick fog that shrouded the island and slowly approached the harbor below the cliff.
Shanks, the red-haired man, rested his hand on the famous sword "Griffin" at his waist, a relaxed smile on his face.
"Finally here. Mihawk's nest is still so gloomy... Hmm?" His smile suddenly froze.
His eyes gazed into the depths of the island, toward the ruins of the ancient castle.
"This sword intent...?!" First mate Ben Beckman nearly dropped the cigarette he was holding.
His usually calm face showed a rare look of shock as he sensed two powerful sword intents clashing.
I never imagined that besides Hawkeye Mihawk, there were other people in the world who possessed such pure and powerful sword intent. Could they be the legendary Heroic Spirits?
Shanks nodded to Beckman, his face beaming.
"Let's hide for a while, don't disturb them, and give Mihawk a surprise!"
Shanks sat down cross-legged, using his powerful Observation Haki to sense every move from afar.
Another Heroic Spirit has appeared, with his swordsmanship and spearmanship skills...
So, is there a Heroic Spirit who can deal with the Demon of the Song?