When Kizaru reported that the enemy was coming from afar, Luther and Gion also opened their sights and sensed the person coming from afar, as well as the actual sword intent on that person.

"The new great swordsman can't control his own breath yet."

Gion quickly judged the other person's aura and directly told the other person's situation.

"The great swordsman is so terrifying!"

Kizaru exclaimed exaggeratedly and retreated to the rudder.

Obviously, he doesn't want to be associated with a great swordsman.

Lone swordsmen are always the most troublesome type of people at sea.

Not only are their attacks extremely powerful, most of them are also very stubborn. If you mess with them, you will be haunted forever, which is called training your sword skills.

"A very sharp sword intent, like a newly forged sword, always showing its edge, and eager to prove itself."

Luther, who has the realm of a swordsman, can also sense something from the person coming from afar.

Even if the swordsmen don't meet, they can still feel some of each other's atmosphere.

This is true whether it is Luther, Gion or the swordsman in the distance.

Even though Kizaru looks careless, in fact he is also a great swordsman without showing off his skills.

Otherwise, he would not have directly chosen to avoid it after sensing the message conveyed by the opponent's sword intention.

It only took a while.

A small coffin-like boat appeared in the field of vision of several people, and on it stood a young man dressed as an aristocrat and carrying a cross sword.

"She is very young, and looks very similar to the Red Earl. She has the strength of a great swordsman when she is around 20 years old, and has a very strong talent."

Gion looked at the visitor and gave an objective evaluation.

"Joracol Mihawk, nicknamed 'Hawkeye'."

Luther narrowed his eyes slightly and told the other party's information.

He didn't expect that he would meet the future world's greatest swordsman on the way to Sky Island.

Unexpectedly, Hawkeye, who is only 21 years old, already has the strength of a great swordsman.

Unlike Luther and Gion, who rely on fruits to improve, Hawkeye is a pure swordsman.

It is not easy for this kind of people to improve, but once they grow up, they are also the most difficult to deal with.

"Hey, it seems Brother Luther knows him. Joracor Mihawk is famous in the first half of the Grand Line. He has a bounty of 300 million. Even the lieutenant general of our headquarters can't do anything to him. He also has the 'Navy'

The title of hunter!"

Kizaru smiled and said the other party's information.

If the two parties fight, it would be better if Hawkeye can be killed, so that the credit may be given to him.

"Navy hunters are quite rampant."

Gion Liu frowned slightly, not liking this title very much.

Facing Mihawk's falcon-like pupils, Gion's aura as a great swordsman pressed forward without hesitation.

A swordsman whose strength reaches the level of a general can easily become a great swordsman.

But a great swordsman is not necessarily a general-level warrior.

The former is powerful, while the latter is more talented.

Maybe Mihawk can go very far in the future, but in front of her, he is still just a junior.

Faced with Gion's unabashed aura of great swordsman, Mihawk did not flinch, but raised his head slightly, with the same aura at full strength.

Two sharp sword intents collided in mid-air, and just the look between the two great swordsmen caused waves to rise in the originally calm sea.

The two ships got closer and closer, and it was not until the stalemate lasted for five minutes that Mihawk's aura was broken by Gion.

With his strength and age, he is already very strong to be able to do this.

"Gion! The name of the sword-Kimhira, the twenty-one skills of the great sharp sword!"

With admiration in his eyes, Gion took the initiative to announce his name in the manner of a swordsman.

"Jorakl Mihawk! The name of the sword is Ye, the twelve skills of the supreme sharp sword!"

Mihawk also reported his name, but his expression was a little more solemn.

Since watching Roger being executed two years ago, this is the second great swordsman he has seen, far stronger than the red-haired friend he met not long ago, and far stronger than him now.

"Shua!"

Gion and Mihawk wielded their swords at the same time.

One dark green and one peach pink, two flying slashes crossed the sea and collided with each other.

The aftermath made the sea completely violent, and huge waves suddenly appeared.

"What a mess! General Kizaru, pull the ship away!"

Luther shook his head, his hands turned golden and he pushed forward gently.

The originally rough sea slowly became static in an instant.

After the duel ended, Mihawk couldn't help but be attracted by Luther's actions.

He could clearly see that Luther did not calm the sea, but evaporated all the surging waves.

This is also a difficult opponent.

But for Mihawk, Gion, who is also a great swordsman, is naturally more attractive to him.

If you want to go further in kendo, you can only continue to challenge these seniors!

Boom!!

Mihawk jumped up from the boat and rushed towards Gion.

People from Gion also flew up from Don Quixote, flapped their bat wings, and rushed towards Mihawk quickly.

Ding!! Ding!!! Chih!!!

The two passed each other and turned to face each other at the same time.

"The swordsmanship is good, and the sword's intention is sharp enough, but the strength is still far behind. Once the sword is wrapped in the armament color, there is no way to defend other parts."

Gion chuckled lightly and shook the blood on the tip of the knife. Blood beads dripped from Jinpira.

Mihawk, who was moonwalking in the air, just silently stroked the scars on his back. A bloody streak extended from the back of his neck to his waist, tearing his white shirt, and the blood dyed the shirt bright red.

"I lost, your sword is faster than mine!"

Mihawk shook his head slightly and admitted his failure frankly.

The moment the two of them passed by each other, he only resisted the two swords slashed from the front by Gion.

Immediately afterwards, Gion quickly moved behind him, leaving this scar on his back.

For a swordsman, there is nothing more humiliating than being injured in the back.

Generally speaking, this sentence describes a swordsman who will turn his back on the enemy only when he is running away.

But there are also situations like now, when the enemy moves behind you, you don't even have time to react, which is also a shame.

"Kill me, it will be my honor to die under your sword!"

Mihawk landed on his boat, opened his arms, letting his chest be exposed to the enemy, and stared at Gion with his eagle-like eyes.

This is the pride of a swordsman.

If you lose, you will be slaughtered.

"What is your dream?"

Gion landed in front of him and asked calmly.

"The world's best swordsman!"

"Nice dream!"

Gion chuckled lightly and slashed out the Gold Pira in his hand like lightning.

Mihawk did not resist and allowed Jin Pila to cut a deep wound of half a meter on his chest.

With just one stab, Mihawk almost fell into coma.

But even if his body fell on the boat, his hand was still holding his knife.

When he was unconscious, he vaguely heard the words of the female swordsman in front of him:

"It's just that your dream may not come true. I promised a man that I would become the world's best swordsman for him."

After leaving these words, Gion casually sheathed Kimpira, flapped his bat wings and flew towards the Don Quixote. The aura on his body seemed to be more condensed than before.

"How was it?"

Facing Luther's question, Gion smiled slightly and replied:
To be continued...