One Piece: Kaido the Beast Playing House.

Chapter 524 Black Blade Night

"Oh my, I didn't expect there would be so many people."

Borsalino put his hands on the awning and looked at the densely packed crowd on the island. He was surprised that so many people came just because Mihawk published a sentence in the newspaper.

"Bang!" "Ah!"

Just as Borsalino was speaking, a man flew over his head screaming, and there was an obvious open wound on his chest, obviously he had been chopped.

"Who else? Come on! You rubbish! I am the greatest swordsman in the world! You are all rubbish! Where is that guy named Mihawk? You are so arrogant! Come and compete with me!"

Not far away, a burly, broad-shouldered fellow, carrying an incredibly large sword, stood there and shouted. It must be said that this guy's image was quite intimidating, but unfortunately he could only intimidate ordinary people. Although there were a few people who praised him and a few who were afraid and avoided him, the truly capable people would not even look at him. This kind of person was the kind who only had courage but not real swordsman at all.

What really surprised Borsalino were the few old guys sitting on the other side. They all looked like old men next door who should be enjoying their retirement, but the sword intent emanating from them was more frightening than the other. Everything that was happening around them did not affect them at all, and they were still chatting slowly there.

"Oh my, even this old monster was alarmed, it's really scary."

Although Borsalino said it lightly, he was serious this time. In terms of strength alone, Borsalino was not afraid of these people, but if he only looked at swordsmanship, these people could indeed threaten him, or even surpass him, especially the guy at the back who was sleeping with a bamboo pole in his arms. He looked as if it had nothing to do with him, but the vague sword intent showed his strength. Borsalino began to wonder, could the guy named Mihawk accept this challenge?

After two or three hours, the protagonist finally appeared. People began to get off the ship of the Whitebeard Pirates one after another. Borsalino saw many familiar faces among them, including "Phoenix" Marco, "Flower Sword" Vista and Izo. Leading the way was the initiator of this project, "Hawkeye" - Jurakol Mihawk.

Of course, these are not the most attractive things for Borsalino. The most attractive thing for Borsalino is what Mihawk is carrying on his back. The navy has long known what Mihawk's weapon is. It is the Night, one of the Twelve Supreme Objects. This weapon has been coveted by countless people. But Borsalino discovered that the weapon Mihawk was carrying on his back was different. The originally clean and transparent weapon became extremely black at this moment, like the dark night sky. At the same time, it was shining with a hint of light, just like the stars in the night sky.

"Armament Haki? If I wrap the blade now, won't it consume too much? Wait, no, this is not just Armament Haki."

Borsalino looked at Ye with a thoughtful look in his eyes. There were many people who had the same expression as him, especially those who had some strength. The greed in their eyes when they looked at Ye slowly turned into doubt, while some people's eyes slowly turned into excitement and even fanaticism.

"I withdraw. There is no need to compete. I am no match for you."

The old swordsman holding a green bamboo staff, who was being watched by Borsalino at the time, stepped forward and spoke.

"But before I leave, I want to ask you, how long did it take you to master this method from the time you learned it?"

The elderly swordsman asked, looking at Mihawk.

"Four years. It took four years from knowing to mastering, and another year to consolidate it thoroughly."

Although the old swordsman's words were vague, Mihawk knew what he meant and answered very seriously. He could feel the sword intent of the old swordsman. He was not an ordinary person, but a true sword master who deserved respect. "Four years, just four years. I have practiced all my life but failed. You succeeded in just four years. The young are to be feared. The young are to be feared. Thank you for your explanation. Can I be allowed to watch the fight? Although I cannot succeed, I can admire the elegance of the black sword. It is worth my life. Hahahahaha!"

The old swordsman laughed loudly, but his laughter silenced the whole audience. "Black knife" is a familiar yet unfamiliar word. Any swordsman who has some knowledge of swordsmanship will know about various famous swords and knives, and among these weapons there are black knives, such as the most popular one, the black knife Qiu Shui, which is the sword worn by the dragon-slaying warrior Ryuma.

But according to the old swordsman, this black knife did not seem to be forged. On the contrary, it was cultivated. This made many people feel that their worldview was impacted.

"Of course you can. Please take a seat, senior."

Faced with the other party's politeness, Mihawk naturally would not reach out to hit the laughing person in the face, and said very respectfully.

"Alas, in the art of swordsmanship, there is no such thing as senior or not. The one with strong strength is the senior. Your strength is above mine, so you are naturally the senior. I am just a little older, but I have age but no corresponding strength. Your calling me a senior makes people laugh at me."

In response to Mihawk's politeness, the old swordsman waved his hand and said very honestly, then he sat down next to the arena, ready to watch the fight up close.

At this moment, Borsalino also remembered what the so-called black knife was. It was a legend among swordsmen. Although he was not a serious swordsman, he knew something about it. It was a skill that only a real swordsman could do. Through the nourishment of domineering and constant sword Zen and communication with the blade in his hand, he finally reached the point of unity. At that moment, he could have the legendary black knife. At this time, even if he did not actively use domineering, he could use the black knife to achieve the same or even stronger effect. However, this kind of thing was extremely difficult. Except for the few black knives in the world that told this legend, Borsalino had never seen a swordsman with such ability. And today, the night behind Mihawk, no, it should be said that the black knife Night, really made Borsalino understand that this was not a legend.

"Are you going to fight or not? Didn't you say you're here to compete for the title of the greatest swordsman in the world? What are you all dithering about? You old thing! What are you talking about? What black sword, can it withstand a blow from me? Hahahahaha!"

The sturdy and strong man at the beginning carried his oversized sword, looked at the expressions of the people around him, and shouted loudly with great dissatisfaction. He didn't know what the black sword was, but until now, he had met so many swordsmen, and none of them could withstand his three swords. He was the best swordsman in the world. This so-called Mihawk was thin and small, like a TV actor. What ability could he have? And that old man was nagging there. He came here to compete, not to write poetry, why did he say so much.

"Haha, it looks like someone is getting impatient. Indeed, it has been a bit long. But my friend, since this is a competition for the world's greatest swordsman, shouldn't we ensure the strength of the contestants? I think it's better for those who are just filling in the numbers not to participate, so as not to pollute everyone's eyes, right?"

The old swordsman, who was originally very happy, suddenly stood up and spoke to Mihawk. Although his words were all addressed to Mihawk, everyone could understand who he was referring to, except for a few people.

"That's right, those who don't want to fight, get out of here right now! Stop wasting time, come on! Isn't this a competition? Just chop! Whoever is left standing will be the stronger one, right?"

The big man was still shouting, but this time, everyone around him retreated silently. However, the big man didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. He still thought that he was strong enough and everyone was afraid of him. He laughed even more wildly, looking very arrogant.

When Mihawk saw this situation, he shook his head helplessly. He was a person who liked pomp and face very much. He couldn't stand this kind of disruptive and incompetent guy. However, since those old swordsmen had given him face just now, it didn't matter if he gave way. Mihawk stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation to the old swordsmen. The old swordsmen smiled when they saw Mihawk's action. The next moment, everyone heard a rustling sound like the breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, and the voice of the big man who was laughing just now stopped at this moment.

"I remember now. That old man was a famous swordsman forty years ago, Cuizhu - Zhusheng."

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