Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece

Seeing Mihawk's questioning look, Bai Yu continued, "Well, we declined his invitation. I still prefer to sail on my own ship."

"Your ship."

Mihawk's gaze fell on the Mana-powered ship.

"It's really impressive that they can sail in the doldrums."

"It's just a little trick."

Bai Yu said calmly, "Although I can guess you're looking for Shanks, what's the matter?"

"It seems you've heard of us. Of course, I've come to him to exchange skills."

Mihawk gave a simple and concise explanation.

His matches with Shanks were always earth-shattering.

The last sparring match in the New World even attracted the attention of the Navy Headquarters.

However, ever since Shanks said he was going back to the West Blue, the two have never sparred again.

Mihawk had been itching to show off his skills since Shanks left the New World.

"What a pity."

Bai Yu shrugged: "If you had come six months earlier, the outcome would have been different."

Mihawk was silent for a moment, then his gaze swept over Bai Yu and the other three again, finally settling on Bai Yu: "You are very strong."

This was his intuition.

The young man in front of me looked to be no more than twenty years old, but his aura was very subtle.

His eyes, in particular, were calm as an ancient well, yet seemed to conceal a hint of proud sharpness, which made Mihawk feel a sense of threat.

"I am no match for you."

Bai Yu smiled and said, "The title of Great Swordsman is not just for show."

Mihawk nodded slightly, without denying it.

His arrogance was ingrained in his very bones.

"Since we can't find Shanks."

Mihawk's gaze swept around, passing through the dense forest and the occasional cries of wild beasts echoing through it: "This is quite a good place for training."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly drew the greatsword from his back.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp sword aura suddenly erupted, tearing through the sky like a bolt of lightning, and slashed towards a giant tree not far away.

The giant tree was tens of meters tall, and its trunk was so thick that it would take more than a dozen people to hug it. But under this sword energy, it was as fragile as tofu.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the giant tree was neatly severed in the middle, the cut as smooth as a mirror, and even a faint chill emanated from the cut.

The aftershocks of the sword energy had not yet dissipated when a gust of wind arose, causing Bai Yu's robes to flutter wildly.

Connor's eyes widened, and he clapped his hands, saying, "Wow, that's amazing! It looks incredible..."

Bai Yu didn't speak; he understood what Hawkeye meant.

Mihawk sheathed his sword and looked at Bai Yu: "You seem to be a very powerful swordsman. How about we have a simple swordsmanship spar?"

Rangiku's breathing quickened instantly. She gripped the Snow Clearing Blade tightly, wanting to step forward, but was stopped by Shiraha. Although Rangiku was very talented, she was far from being able to fight Mihawk.

Bai Yu looked at Mihawk, and a flame finally ignited in his calm eyes.

He had been in this world for so long and had encountered many powerful figures, but he had never had a truly exhilarating battle.

The Mihawk before me is a great swordsman, probably not far from becoming the world's number one, and an opponent that countless swordsmen dream of facing.

Although he was not just a swordsman, how could he possibly miss such an opportunity?

"it is good."

Bai Yu slowly drew the Kusanagi sword from his waist, and the moment the blade was drawn, it emitted a clear and melodious sound.

"Alright, I'd also like to see the strength of the man from the New World, known as the Navy Hunter and the Great Swordsman."

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, damp scent, suddenly rushed into their robes. Bai Yu's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the Kusanagi sword, the clear hum of the blade mingling with the howling sea breeze.

He didn't mobilize his chakra or activate his Sharingan; he simply focused all his energy on the sword's edge. If you exclude the fire-style techniques, the Uchiha-style swordsmanship is essentially an art of killing with extreme precision and speed.

Hawkeye Mihawk's black sword, Yoru, gleamed with a cold, dark light under the setting sun. It was the Supreme Grade Sword named Yoru, hailed as the world's strongest black sword, its blade heavy yet possessing an indescribable lightness.

His stance was unpretentious, his feet firmly planted on the sand, the shadow of his wide-brimmed hat still obscuring his eyes and brows, but his hawk-like eyes were fixed on every inch of Bai Yu's movements.

"Let's begin."

The moment Mihawk's voice fell, he moved.

Without any earth-shattering momentum or the sound of tearing through the air, Black Blade Night simply slashed diagonally towards White Feather's neck at a near-perfect angle.

The speed was beyond imagination, so fast that the sand on the beach didn't even have time to be kicked up, so fast that Rangiku and Robin's pupils suddenly contracted, and even their gasps were stuck in their throats.

Bai Yu's body, however, moved like a leaf blown by the wind, turning sideways in an incredible arc. The Kusanagi sword slid past the blade of the black sword Yoru, producing a piercing metallic clang.

The moment the sparks fell, he flicked his wrist, and the Kusanagi sword, following the subtle techniques of the Uchiha-style swordsmanship, transformed into a streak of light and pierced Mihawk's ribs.

This sword strike is fast, accurate, and ruthless, each move aimed directly at vital points. It completely abandons any unnecessary frills and is a pure killing technique.

If combined with the Uchiha school of thought, there is also Fire Release.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mihawk's eyes. He lowered his wrist, and the black sword Yoru, as if it had eyes, accurately blocked the Kusanagi sword's attack.

With a loud "clang," the aftershocks of the collision between the two forces caused the surrounding firewood to tremble and the fine sand on the beach to be blown several feet away, forming a shallow ditch.

The two figures flashed across the beach, the clashes of the Kusanagi sword and the black sword Yoru were as dense as a sudden rain, each exchange accompanied by a deafening roar.

Bai Yu's Uchiha-style swordsmanship follows a flexible and unpredictable path. His sword moves are like deadly venomous snakes, with each strike coming at a tricky angle, making it impossible to defend against.

Mihawk's swordsmanship, on the other hand, is characterized by its powerful and domineering style. Every swing of his Black Blade Night carries the momentum to cleave the heavens and the earth, yet he can control his movements with incredible precision in an instant.

"Whoosh!"

Bai Yu touched the ground with his toes and leaped into the air. The Kusanagi sword drew a perfect arc in the air, and the sword energy, like a sharp blade, slashed down towards Mihawk's head.

Mihawk neither dodged nor evaded; Black Blade Night flicked his wrist, unleashing a powerful burst of sword energy that collided with White Feather's sword energy.

"Boom!"

The moment the two sword energies collided, a giant wave suddenly exploded on the sea surface, sending water sprays tens of meters high into the sky before crashing down, splashing the two combatants with seawater.

Connor and her two companions fared much better; from the beginning, they observed from a distance.