Chapter 109 Going All Out

"Impressive. As expected of the world's greatest swordsman. Every strike carries unmatched power."

Satoru couldn't help but admire Mihawk's prowess. Though proud and aloof, Mihawk had the strength to justify it.

"If he uses Conqueror's Haki imbued with his blade, it will be an even greater challenge," Satoru thought, his expression serious.

Mihawk, still calm outwardly, felt a flicker of unease. The strange ability Satoru displayed was unlike anything he had encountered.

"It seems I'll have to go all out," Mihawk muttered.

Suddenly, a green aura enveloped Mihawk's blade, interlaced with streaks of black and red lightning—Conqueror's Haki imbued with his sword.

"Ah, so you can use Conqueror's Haki too," Satoru noted with no hint of surprise. "It would be strange if you couldn't. After all, you are the king of swordsmen, the benchmark every swordsman strives to surpass."

From the sidelines, Sophilar observed the escalating battle with growing unease. "I hope they hold back; otherwise, this entire island might be reduced to rubble."

Mihawk vanished in a burst of speed, appearing before Satoru with a downward slash.

The air cracked under the force of the attack, yet Satoru met it head-on. A brilliant white energy cloaked his fists, accompanied by the same black-red lightning of Conqueror's Haki.

Mihawk's eyes narrowed. "He knows how to use Conqueror's Haki, too?"

The sword and fist clashed, but instead of direct contact, an invisible barrier formed between the two. The sheer power of their wills prevented the collision, sparking shockwaves that tore through the ground.

As the clash intensified, their attacks finally broke through the invisible barrier, connecting in a dazzling explosion of force. The resulting shockwave created a massive hurricane, uprooting the ground around them.

Sophilar shielded Kulom from the chaos, watching in awe. "The power of these two is beyond belief!"

"Overwhelming, but it's clear now. To break through your strange defense, it must be done with Haki," Mihawk noted, his tone steady. "What else do you have up your sleeve?"

Satoru smirked. "You think I became an admiral with just that ability?"

Mihawk raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

"Let me show you why I earned my title," Satoru said.

In an instant, Satoru vanished, reappearing behind Mihawk with startling speed. Mihawk, relying on his instincts, pivoted and swung his black blade in retaliation.

"Black Flash Strike!"

Satoru's energy surged as he unleashed a powerful punch, meeting Mihawk's slash head-on. The resulting collision radiated an overwhelming force that sent Mihawk skidding backward.

Blood dripped from Satoru's fist, a testament to the sharpness of Mihawk's blade. Yet, in seconds, the wound healed itself, a testament to Satoru's remarkable recovery abilities.

"Impressive. It's been a long time since someone made me bleed," Satoru said, shaking his hand.

Mihawk steadied himself, his expression more serious than before. "You're not a swordsman, but you've given me a rare thrill."

Satoru chuckled. "The feeling is mutual."

Both fighters readied themselves for the next exchange, their battle escalating to new heights.

"As a token of my respect, I'll give this fight everything I've got," Mihawk declared, his voice filled with resolve.

"Don't count me out just yet," Satoru replied.

A murderous aura erupted from Mihawk, blending seamlessly with his intent. The black blade Yoru began to glow with crimson patterns, exuding an oppressive killing intent.

"So much bloodlust... This aura can only be born from countless battles and kills," Satoru muttered, his face grim.

Mihawk's strikes now carried even greater menace. Every swing of his blade threatened devastation, forcing Satoru to respond with precision and caution.

"It's exhilarating, Mihawk," Satoru admitted, a grin forming on his face despite the tension.

The two warriors clashed again, each blow a testament to their unmatched power and determination.