Sailing at Sea: The Breath of the Day at the Start

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178, a devastating strike, a draw?

On a deserted island.

Two figures kept flashing in and out.

A blood-red slash, a kilometer long, swept across, cleaving a hundred-meter-high mountain in half at its base, leaving a perfectly smooth cut.

The mountain peak, like a giant with a broken leg, collapsed with a deafening roar.

The earth trembled.

After dodging the slash by leaping up, Hawkeye held the Black Blade Night in both hands and swung it down from mid-air.

hum!

A black sword light, as deep as the night, flashed across the sky and disappeared.

A black slash, seemingly capable of splitting the entire island in two, carrying terrifying sword pressure, struck Ron, who was holding a blood-stained blade on the ground.

Before the strike even landed, the pressure of the sword had already caused the ground within a hundred meters to sink downwards, shattering rocks and trees.

Ron's medium-length black hair and the hem of his black coat danced wildly in the wind.

He changed from holding the Blood Blade Moon with one hand to holding it with both hands, raising the Blood Blade Moon which exuded boundless killing intent and sharpness, and slashed out with his sword to meet the black slash that came down from above.

A crimson crescent-shaped slash shot into the sky and collided with the black slash!

boom!

The terrifying wind pressure carried by the two slashes collided and then exploded with a bang!

A huge crack several kilometers long suddenly appeared on the ground behind Ron. It was straight, as if it had been measured with a ruler. It was no more than a foot wide, but a hundred meters deep, with an extremely smooth cut.

At the same time, a slender, crystalline crimson sword aura swept past Hawkeye's head, slicing diagonally across a mountain peak several kilometers behind him. A straight cut appeared on the mountain peak, which then slowly slid down, its upper half crashing into the ground with a deafening roar.

Hawkeye landed on the ground from mid-air, his gaze sweeping over the cuff of his right arm, which had been severed by the sword's energy, before looking at Ron, who held a slender, blood-stained blade, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"You are indeed a worthy opponent to look forward to."

With his eyes closed, Ron smiled at him, a small sword wound on his cheek: "To be said that by the world's number one swordsman, I'll take it as a compliment."

"You are qualified to take the title of the world's greatest swordsman from my hands."

Hawkeye's eyes were fixed on him. "Ron the Traveler, fight me with all your might as a swordsman!"

He has been waiting for this battle for a long time at the pinnacle of the world's swordsmen.

"As you wish, but don't play for too long, I have things to do."

As Ron spoke, his figure swayed and disappeared from the spot.

Hawkeye swept his gaze across the room and immediately raised his black sword, Nightfall, to block the attack.

The crimson blade flashed in a perfect arc, striking the blade of Black Blade Night with extraordinary power!

Keng!

The ground hundreds of meters behind Hawkeye was shattered and blown away, forming a long, deep crater.

Hawkeye was slashed back dozens of meters by a single sword strike, then, wielding the Black Blade Night, known as the "world's strongest black blade," in his right hand, he swung it forcefully from left to right at Ron.

A jet-black slash, resembling ripples on water, swept across the entire island in an instant after Ron dodged it, spreading outwards.

Soon, an extremely long black slash swept across the sky above the sea restaurant, cutting away the floating clouds.

Immediately afterwards, another blood-red slash flew out from that direction, landing tens of thousands of meters away from the sea restaurant, cutting a huge crack in the sea surface that was thousands of meters long and hundreds of meters deep, allowing seawater to rush in.

The sea roared, creating huge waves that crashed against the floating restaurant, almost overturning it.

Those who witnessed and experienced this firsthand felt a sense of horror and dread whenever they thought that it was created by the residual force of the battle between the two swordsmen.

This day.

Centered on that uninhabited island, the sea area spanning tens of thousands of miles.

The islanders in the sea, as well as the navy, pirates, and merchant ships passing through this area, could all see the soaring blood-red sword energy and the black slashes that swept across the sky from time to time.

That's absolutely earth-shattering!

The sky, the earth, and the sea, under the strikes of those two men, were like silk or paper, arbitrarily cut apart by someone wielding scissors.

Two swordsmen who had reached the pinnacle of the world fought on that deserted island from noon until nightfall.

The sword's momentum soaring to the heavens, its ever-changing intent, its boundless spirit that seems to swallow the heavens and earth, and its understanding of the breath of all things in the world, all converge in the sword held in the hand. Then, with an unstoppable momentum, the sword strike, which embodies all of the swordsmanship, is unleashed at the opponent!

This is the purest clash of swordsmanship between top swordsmen who are great sword masters.

Neither side even used their domineering aura.

The uninhabited island, spanning thousands of miles, was gradually shattered during their battle.

What started as a single island has been transformed into an uninhabited archipelago consisting of seven smaller islands and one larger island.

Wait until night falls.

The battle between the two came to an end, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

……

A sky full of stars, a bright moon hanging in the sky.

A small coffin boat slowly glided across the dark sea.

Hawkeye, carrying the Black Blade Night, stood at the bow of the small coffin boat, while Ron, holding the Endless Wine Jar, lay at the stern.

Would you like a drink?

Ron waved the Endless Jar at Hawkeye.

Hawkeye, wearing a hat, turned his head and glanced at Ron, then extended his hand.

After catching the flask Ron tossed to him, Hawkeye tilted his head back, took a sip, and nodded slightly: "This wine is good."

"Right."

Ron couldn't help but smile when he heard the praise.

Hawkeye took another sip, then tossed the Endless Flask back to Ron, asking, "You know that kid named Sauron?"

"Hmm, he used to work at a dojo. He seems to have a lot of potential, right? I think he's very promising."

Ron, leaning back at the stern with his eyes closed, sipped his drink.

Hawkeye remained noncommittal.

He did indeed think that kid had potential, but he was still too weak and didn't even have the right to stand in front of him.

Completely different from the guy in front of me.

"Do you intend to take him as your disciple?"

Ron asked with a smile.

Hawkeye shook his head: "Although I have free time, I don't have that kind of free time. Besides, that kid's heart is not firm enough, and his swordsmanship is far from good enough. He is not worthy of being taught by me at all."

"That means it might be possible in the future."

Hawkeye adjusted his hat, his hawk-like eyes disappearing into the shadow of the brim.

"Who knows."

"Haha."

179, The Swordsman's Lone Throne

Hawkeye glanced at him sideways from behind:

"Disappeared for two years, reappeared at sea, what are you planning to do next?"

"What am I going to do? I don't plan to do anything. I'm just traveling around the world as a traveler."

Ron lay on the stern of the ship, enjoying the night sea breeze and sipping his drink with a contented expression.

"Just a traveler?"

"Yes, but Laugh Tale is also on my sea voyage."

Hawkeye turned and gave him a deep look, then turned away, his back to him, gazing at the dark sea ahead, and said:

"Your reappearance on the sea after attacking Mary Geoise and Marineford, single-handedly storming Wano Country, and severely injuring Kaido, one of the Four Emperors, is a testament to the immense power you have created. Even if you do nothing, your presence will likely cause quite a stir."

"Probably. The Navy will probably send someone to you, as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, to inquire about the situation."

"I will answer based on the actual situation."

"That would be perfect."

Ron smiled, and the Endless Wine Jug in his hand disappeared.

He stood up.

The glowing outline of the floating restaurant could already be faintly seen on the distant sea.

"I thoroughly enjoyed today's battle. Let's have another match next time, Mihawk."