Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece.

"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.

"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 looked around, sweeping over 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.

"Shh!"

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.

"Crack!"

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 exclamations got 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, precisely 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 grand and sweeping strokes, exuding an extreme domineering power. Every swing of his Black Blade Night carries the momentum to cleave the heavens and earth, yet he can control his movements with absolute precision in an instant.

"Shh!"

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.

Chapter 65 Recognition

The sword energy carved a trench several feet deep into the beach, stretching for dozens of meters all the way to the edge of the dense forest. The sturdy trees were swept away by the aftershocks and snapped in half.

In fact, if you add an overbearing aura, the destructive power of this sword energy will be even greater.

As for why Uchiha Hakuba could also use such powerful sword energy, it can only be said that the Uchiha clan was indeed a genius.

"So strong..."

Matsumoto Rangiku's eyes widened, and the grass she was holding in her mouth fell to the ground, her face filled with shock.

She gripped the Snow Clearing Blade tightly, her palms drenched in cold sweat.

She could clearly sense that there was no domineering aura mixed in their swordsmanship; it was purely a collision of sword techniques and sword energy. Yet, the power generated by this collision was more terrifying than any battle she had ever witnessed.

Is this the duel between the swordsmen of the Grand Line? No wonder Bai Yu said that the pirates of the Grand Line are all monsters.

Faced with Uchiha Hakuba's offensive, Mihawk's swordsmanship remained as steady as a mountain, without the slightest panic.

Mihawk's gaze fell on the Kusanagi sword in Shiraha's hand, and his eyebrows under the brim of his hat twitched slightly.

During their several hard-fought battles, he could clearly feel that this seemingly ordinary longsword had actually withstood Black Blade Night's slashes without the slightest damage to its blade, not even leaving a scratch.

It should be noted that the Black Blade Yoru is a Supreme Grade Sword. After being tempered by his Armament Haki, even ordinary famous swords would shatter under its strikes. However, this Kusanagi Sword actually withstood multiple of his attacks without being covered by Armament Haki.

"An interesting sword."

Mihawk's voice carried a hint of approval: "This sword hasn't even been forged into a black blade yet, and without Armament Haki, it's already comparable to an ordinary black blade. Your sword is even more interesting than I imagined."

"You flatter me..."

Then, the hum of the Uchiha White Feather Kusanagi Sword became more and more rapid, and a faint white light appeared on the blade.

He took a sudden step forward, and the Kusanagi sword, like a shooting star, pierced towards Mihawk's heart.

This sword strike embodies both his power and skill.

A fierce fighting spirit flashed in Mihawk's eyes. He finally stopped holding back, raised the black sword Yoru high, and then slashed down at the Kusanagi sword with the force of a thunderbolt.

"clang!"

The clang of metal against metal resounded through the heavens and earth as the Kusanagi sword and the black sword Yoru clashed fiercely, their gazes meeting in mid-air.

Bai Yu's arm trembled slightly. He could feel that Mihawk's strength was far superior to his own, and the pressure emanating from Black Blade Night.

It should be said that Uchiha Hakuba is still too young and lacks training, after all, people in the One Piece world are generally quite strong.

He gritted his teeth and strained with all his might, the blade of the Kusanagi sword humming under the strain, yet it remained unbent.

Just then, Mihawk suddenly twisted his wrist.

Like a venomous snake, the black blade slid along the blade of the Kusanagi sword, avoiding the parry, and slashed towards Bai Yu's neck at a tricky angle. Bai Yu's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to dodge to the side, but Mihawk's sword speed was too fast, too fast for him to react.

At the critical moment, Bai Yu suddenly thrust the Kusanagi sword forward.

"Pfft-"

The tip of the Kusanagi sword was precisely pressed against Mihawk's left chest; just an inch further and it would pierce through his left breast.

At the same time, the blade of Black Blade Night was already pressed against White Feather's neck. The icy touch spread along his skin.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The sea breeze continued to howl, and the waves continued to crash against the beach. The two men's eyes were locked together, and neither of them moved an inch.

After a long while, Mihawk slowly withdrew the power from his blade, and the blade of Black Blade Night slightly rose, leaving White Feather's neck.

He looked at the Kusanagi sword pressed against his left chest, and a faint smile slowly curved his lips.

"draw."

Mihawk's voice was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

Bai Yu was slightly taken aback, then released his grip on the Kusanagi sword. The sword hummed as it fell to the ground. He knew that Mihawk had actually held back with that last strike.

If Mihawk really wanted to kill him, the blade of the Black Blade Yoru would have struck his head before the Kusanagi Sword even reached his left chest.

In the end, Mihawk came out on top in this contest.