Novellv Chapter 2859 Witnessing the Vastness of the World!
Chapter 2859 Witnessing the Vastness of the World!
Chapter 2859 Witnessing the Vastness of the World!
however.
Despite the overwhelming pressure that would have terrified Yami Tsukahara, Mihawk advanced instead of retreating.
[Clang—!]
Accompanied by a crisp sound of a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath.
He drew the black knife from his back with a backhand motion. Night.
In an instant.
A surge of Conqueror's Haki mixed with the sharp sword intent of a great swordsman.
It erupted from Mihawk's body like a volcano.
The black and red aura was interspersed with a ghostly green light amidst the crackling lightning.
It transformed into a tangible energy shield around Mihawk, resembling an inverted jade bowl.
They desperately resisted the overwhelming pressure from the sword saint, which was like Mount Tai crashing down upon them.
【Click click click click—】
Two opposing forces, one strong and one weak, clashed fiercely.
The enormous reception room groaned under its own weight.
Spiderweb-like cracks began to spread across the hard bluestone floor, the thick walls, and even the ceiling above, as if they were about to fall apart.
But Shiki, as a sword saint, had already mastered his own domain to an unparalleled degree, and not wanting to cause a big commotion, he had a sudden thought.
The vast golden aura acted like an impenetrable wall, confining all collisions within the reception room.
At the same time, the surrounding buildings were reinforced to prevent even the slightest aftershock from leaking out.
Therefore.
Yomizukahara, who was standing outside the door, was not affected.
This is a 90-year-old master of swordsmanship.
At this moment, they stared wide-eyed at the spectacular sight before them, as if on a pilgrimage.
Mihawk and the green aura surrounding him were encircled by a golden domain that resembled a vast ocean, and he gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on.
"Is this the level of a Sword Saint? Mihawk Saint was actually able to hold out?"
A storm raged within Yomizukahara's heart.
He had previously thought that since they were both ninth-dan sword masters, the gap between them was not that big.
But now it seems a bit ridiculous.
In mid-air, Shiki looked down at Mihawk, who was drawing his sword, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
"Since you, a noble Celestial Dragon, insist on a contest."
"I'll teach you a lesson without hurting you!"
The mockery in Shiki's eyes grew even stronger.
His hands remained behind his back, and relying solely on his godlike swordsmanship, he gradually increased the pressure on Mihawk, like slowly boiling a frog in water.
After all, the other party's identity is indeed something to be wary of.
But as long as no actual harm is caused, there's no major problem.
"Humph!"
Mihawk's handsome face gradually became distorted by the excessive pressure.
Fine beads of sweat were visibly seeping from his forehead.
He gripped the hilt of the black sword, Night, tightly with both hands.
His spirit and will are facing an unprecedented challenge.
But he never backed down an inch, his sharp, eagle-like eyes fixed on Shiki's contemptuous gaze.
The two sides remained locked in a stalemate.
It is purely based on one's understanding of swordsmanship and one's spirit and will to attack and defend.
The light around them was blurred and swaying under the ravages of time.
It was as if even space itself trembled from this silent clash.
Time seemed to slow down.
Although in reality less than three seconds had passed.
But for Mihawk, it felt like an agonizingly long and arduous journey that lasted for months.
Shiki's sword saint aura is not just a simple imposing presence.
Instead, it suppresses the soul, spirit, will, and body in every way.
It felt as if the whole world had rejected me.
Mihawk's forehead veins bulged out like writhing dragons.
Large beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and landed on the cracked floor beneath his feet.
however.
In this suffocating and desperate situation, Mihawk showed no sign of retreat or fear, even as he exerted all his strength.
With unimaginable talent, he greedily absorbed all the mysteries he could comprehend within Shiki's Sword Saint realm.
"I see. I understand now, but this is his. I need to find my own path."
Mihawk was completely immersed in the feeling of 'enlightenment'.
His potential was fully unleashed at that moment.
He has accumulated profound skills through wielding his sword day after day and year after year since childhood.
And the insights gained from numerous sparring sessions with Im.
Just like pieces of pig iron being thrown into a furnace.
Under the excellent 'sharpening stone' of Shiki.
It transforms into real power at an unbelievable speed.
His swordsmanship is like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, growing and transforming.
However, the gap between a great swordsman and a sword saint is ultimately as vast as an insurmountable chasm.
Even though Shiki didn't intend to kill at the moment, his tone was mocking and warning.
However, this level of pressure had already pushed Mihawk to his limit.
Even with a powerful and domineering aura protecting him.
His bones were also making a teeth-grinding grinding sound.
Every muscle fiber was screaming, and her legs were trembling uncontrollably.
Mihawk was acutely aware that he was on the verge of collapse.
Once completely crushed by the opponent, one's knees will bend, and one will kneel heavily before Shiki.
At that time, even if no real harm is suffered.
For Mihawk, whose pride is ingrained in his very bones.
This is a thousand times more painful than killing him.
"Drink up—"
Mihawk's pride and resentment were fully ignited at this moment, transforming into an indomitable rage that resonated deep within his soul.
He gritted his teeth, muttering to himself, "Two seconds... just two more seconds."
Mihawk could clearly feel that he had touched the thin veil that allowed him to break through the limits.
It was just a tiny bit of force away from breaking through it.
But he couldn't hold on any longer.
Just at this critical moment, a sudden change occurred!
The 'Supreme Grade Sword' Black Blade Yoru, which Mihawk had always held in his hand, seemed to sense the sublimated will of his.
It also seems to be drawn by some higher being.
[Buzz————]
This peerless sword, as black as ink, suddenly shone brighter and more dazzling than ever before, yet it still retained a deep, dark green luster.
Interspersed among them are specks of dreamlike starlight.
This sudden, entirely new force.
Instantly, an indestructible barrier formed around Mihawk.
He forcefully pushed back the overwhelming golden pressure.
This bought Mihawk two precious seconds.
"I've come to terms with myself, now let me see just how big the world is!"
Accompanied by a roar that erupted from within Mihawk's heart.
The barrier that had been blocking him for so long finally shattered at this moment.
In an instant.
Mihawk unleashed an unprecedentedly powerful aura.
It is no longer a mixture of domineering aura and sword intent.
Rather, it is a 'definite territory' that truly belongs to oneself.
The dark green light, like a long-dormant eagle, transformed into an incredibly thick pillar of light that shot into the sky.
[Boom—]
The already crumbling roof of the top floor of the Imperial Sword Pavilion was instantly destroyed.
Then, under the astonished gazes of countless people throughout the Flower Capital, it soared straight into the sky.
It crashed violently into the starry night sky!
A miraculous sight appeared.
Centered on Kazunoshima, it radiates outwards for tens of thousands of kilometers.
The entire night sky over the latter half of the Grand Line was instantly enveloped in a dazzling, vast green glow, like the aurora borealis.
The beam of light grazed the edge of the dragon territory and passed straight through the White Sea and the White-White Sea.
Like a mythical giant sword bursting forth from a starfish.
Under the 'watchful eye' of five moons of different colors around us.
Piercing into the dark and cold universe.