I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Sig had mentally prepared for his identity to be exposed... but stunning the onlookers first could at least delay the exposure.

The current Emperor Engine, combined with the advanced level of Conqueror's Haki that can be controlled at will, can be called a Conqueror's Haki engine.

now.

The Straw Hat Pirates and Smoker, among others, have all left the battlefield.

Aside from the fishmen like Arlong beside him, there were only a handful of other people standing in the square, such as Hawkeye and Kuina.

"As expected..." Hawkeye was pleased rather than angry.

His momentum grew stronger, like a volcano about to erupt completely, containing boiling heat.

In the next instant, it will burst forth and soar into the sky.

Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang!

Five steps away.

Sieg placed his hand on his waist, where the blade of his longsword was partially exposed, and slowly pulled it upwards.

Hawkeye, since you still remember what happened years ago... and you still stand before me.

Sig walked over with one hand on his sword, his deep voice echoing across the battlefield.

"Then it's the same this time... the old rules, the essence of my life's swordsmanship will be poured into this one strike..."

Behind his sunglasses, Sieg's lips curled up in a half-smile.

The words had barely left his lips.

Kuina, who was watching this scene from a distance, couldn't help but hold her breath.

Eagle Eyes, whose heart was as firm as iron, suddenly flickered in his golden, sharp eyes, which were as sharp as a hawk's.

These words may sound ordinary, but they carry special weight for Hawkeye himself.

This captivated Hawkeye's attention, unconsciously reminding him of events from ten years ago, that extremely unpleasant duel.

It's been ten years.

His swordsmanship is indeed improving.

but....

Does he really have enough confidence to deal with that incomprehensible and illogical move?

At this moment, Hawkeye's momentum, which was about to reach its peak, suddenly froze for a moment.

Sieg narrowed his eyes, stomped his foot, and charged forward, finally drawing his longsword from his waist!

This is a sword that strikes at the heart!

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In the instant that Hawkeye's momentum faltered slightly.

Sieg stomped his feet and charged straight at Eagle Eye like an arrow, his longsword fully drawn from its sheath.

Boom!Boom!

The Emperor's engine roared to life, and the cobblestone street beneath their feet cracked under their weight.

Five steps away, it arrived in a flash.

Hawkeye is not slow either.

He realized his momentary lapse in concentration and quickly recovered. Just as Sig charged forward, he gripped the black sword Night tightly, and the power on the blade finally erupted!

Clang!

The world's number one black sword, Night, unleashed its abyssal power at this moment. With Hawkeye's swing, a huge and dazzling cyan sword light exploded like thunder, captivating everyone's attention.

From top to bottom, a diagonal slash!

Rumble!

The surging blue sword light filled the field of vision, sweeping across like lightning cutting through the sky.

But the dazzling sword light that had just erupted, like a real lightning strike, lasted only for a fleeting moment.

Because Sieg drew his sword.

Compared to Hawkeye's overwhelming power, the sword in Sieg's hand did not produce any earth-shattering flashes of light.

It was just an ordinary sword, slashing forward in an ordinary way.

It didn't even aim for Hawkeye's vitals; it just slashed randomly.

But the moment the sword was drawn, Hawkeye felt a jolt.

Practice makes perfect.

Ten years ago, in the duel, Sig's bizarre moves completely shattered our understanding, catching everyone off guard, and even Hawkeye didn't react in time.

But this time is different.

Although Hawkeye was momentarily distracted, he was somewhat prepared.

Ten years have passed, and although a true solution to Siegfried's swordsmanship has not yet been found, there are always directions to take.

In that split second, he felt as if his body had lost control, and the powerful sword strike was only halfway through... before he let go, allowing the black blade he cherished as his life to fall.

He looked bewildered, took half a step forward, clasped his hands together, knelt down, and reached up to clamp the blade in Sieg's hand.

Hawkeye did try to struggle.

The hands were covered in jet-black Armament Haki, and the clasped hands looked like a thunderous strike!

But at the same time.

"Sword, rise!" Sig suddenly shouted.

Hawkeye's pupils, which had two strange rings around his eyes, suddenly contracted.

Even Hawkeye, who has seen many storms, could hardly suppress the shock in his heart at this moment.

That black sword, Yoru, that supreme grade sword forged over many years...

It did not fall when Hawkeye let go.

As Sieg spoke, Black Blade Night paused briefly in mid-air before slashing horizontally towards his neck!

Snapped!

Hawkeye's palm struck out, shattering the sword in Sieg's hand. In the instant that he caught the blade barehanded, the longsword in his hand was already broken into pieces.

After being freed, Hawkeye's first reaction was to stand up straight.

But the black sword had already pierced through the air and arrived, its blade resting steadily on Hawkeye's neck.

Sig glanced at the broken sword in his hand, now only half intact, and then at Hawkeye, whose expression was strange and whose throat was subtly covered with Armament Haki.

"Stop when you've hit the mark," Sieg muttered to himself.

The two stood facing each other, neither of them speaking.

Sieg held a broken sword, while Hawkeye had no sword in his hand, yet his own black blade, Night, was pointed at his neck.

Surrounding them were vast numbers of Loguetown residents, pirates, and marines lying on the ground, all in complete silence.

Then came a clanging sound as shattered fragments of the longsword fell to the ground.

Rumble!

The houses in Roguetown that had just been struck by Hawkeye's sword began to collapse with a rumbling sound, sending dust billowing up.

This is the scene that Kuina, Arlong, and the others witnessed.

Similar to the duel in Loguetown ten years ago.

This duel ended in the blink of an eye.

"This...it's over just like that?"

"What happened? I couldn't see it clearly!"

The fishmen were filled with doubt and surprise.

They didn't even see what happened in the blink of an eye; they only knew that the two sides seemed to have exchanged blows.

Sig's sword shattered, breaking into countless fragments.

Hawkeye's situation isn't much better.

Last time, it was when I, as a swordsman, let the black sword Night slip from my hand and fall to the ground.

This time it was even worse; Sieg snatched the sword from her hand and manipulated it remotely, placing a blade against her neck.

The battle is over; the outcome is decided.

A breathtaking clash of forces, a lightning-fast confrontation!

Ten years later, the duel in Loguetown ended just as quickly as ever!

In the shadows in the distance, the revolutionary Dragon and Roger, even further away, watched this scene in silence.

"If it were me now... could I withstand such a bizarre attack?"

Roger thought to himself.

He also fell victim to this when he was younger and spending time with Sieg.

At the time, he didn't take it seriously, but looking back now, Hawkeye, whose swordsmanship had reached its peak, still had no power to resist, which made Roger wary.

“Now it’s certain…” The revolutionary’s eyes gleamed with excitement:

"That man, he really came back..."

"If nothing unexpected happens, this person is the one who appeared in the Goa Kingdom some time ago and contacted the reclusive Roger."

"But why would he hide his identity from our revolutionary army?"

Questions arose one after another, but none of them mattered in the face of this shocking fact.

Dragons only know...