OPRJ: Chapter 163

Mihawk, standing on his ship, faced Ryuya. His aura surged, like a sword about to be drawn. The sky even changed color due to Mihawk's aura. Immense pressure bore down on Ryuya. But Ryuya ignored it.

Stepping forward, Ryuya reached the sea. "Let's fight ahead; I don't want to destroy Baratie with stray sword energy."

Mihawk nodded. He felt his blood boil. He hadn't felt this excitement—this feeling of an equal opponent—in a long time. He was eager to fight.

"Ryuya, let me see your strength!"

Mihawk drew his black sword. The black blade was cross-shaped, with intricate patterns—a sign of a fine blade. Mihawk's sword was Yoru, one of the 12 Supreme Grade Blades, a black blade called the "World's Strongest Black Blade!"

Ryuya, from his system space, drew Muramasa, has unknown-grade sword. Muramasa was 7 shaku 4 sun long, a unique longsword, similar to Yoru!

Seeing Muramasa, Mihawk's eyes gleamed. He hadn't expected Ryuya to possess such a fine sword. He felt excited!

Both men's auras intensified. Strong winds surged between them. The sky darkened; sunlight couldn't penetrate the clouds. The sea was tumultuous.

Ryuya smirked, drawing Muramasa. Peak Supreme-Grade Swordsman's intent erupted from him. His killing intent enveloped Muramasa. If Yoru represented unyielding strength, Muramasa represented slaughter; stronger killing intent sharpened the blade.

Sanji watched the apocalyptic scene on the sea. His heart trembled; it felt like falling into an ice cellar.

"The Grand Line's weather is unpredictable!"

"I never thought I'd see Admiral White Dove duel."

Sanji admired Ryuya. His future was uncertain, but Ryuya had taught him: with enough strength, one could easily pursue their goals!

Then, Sanji felt goosebumps. Ryuya launched a slash, imbued with his peak Supreme-Grade Swordsman's intent, creating huge waves that charged towards Mihawk, filled with killing intent!

Mihawk's eyes lit up! "Excellent!" His blood surged. Unprecedented fighting spirit soared!

This was Ryuya's first time seeing and dueling Mihawk. Strong individuals often respected each other. They didn't need to worry about destroying Baratie. They could unleash their full strength!

Sword energy surged. Mihawk was fearless. He leaped from his ship, like an arrow, his Armament Haki-coated black blade raised high. He swung down! A massive slash appeared. Even Garp, eating, felt the powerful aura. He paused, then continued eating.

Sanji said, "Sir, who do you think will win?"

Garp chewed his food, swallowing it. "Kid, do you know who he is?"

Sanji asked, "Who?"

Garp grinned, "The world's greatest swordsman, Dracule Mihawk!"

"He's the world's greatest swordsman?!" Sanji exclaimed in disbelief.

Two slashes collided on the sea. Ryuya's white slash and Mihawk's slash exploded! Boom boom boom!!! The sea churned. Fish were flung from the water, fleeing to the depths.

Light filled the space. The blinding light made Sanji close his eyes. Zeff and the other chefs emerged from the kitchen. Only Garp remained, eating heartily. The Navy soldiers cheered for Ryuya!

Clashing slashes tore through the air and sea. The sea visibly caved in, then collided, the water surging. A massive wave rose between Ryuya and Mihawk! Water droplets fell from the sky.

Then, Ryuya and Mihawk moved! The test was over! The true sword fight began! Their figures blurred, leaving afterimages. Their swords arced through the air, colliding! Clang!!! Blades clashed! Sparks flew!

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