MC Bookstore Chapter 242
Chapter 242
"After killing Rosen, I think the Navy Headquarters will be furious!"
"We can't stay in the South China Sea, no, the first half of the Grand Line for the time being."
"Then let's go back to the New World first!"
Joracol Mihawk turned around and inserted the Black Blade Night back behind him. While looking around for his boat, he thought about the next move.
Although he was arrogant and confident that he could become the world's most powerful swordsman after refining the Black Blade, he was not conceited, let alone arrogant.
On the contrary.
He knew his own strength and situation very well.
Facing a behemoth like the Navy Headquarters, he would not be afraid if he only sent out one Navy Admiral, but what about two?
Or three?
Especially when Navy Admirals go out, they rarely act alone. At least there will be a warship with them.
He did not think that in front of the Navy Headquarters, a single Black Blade Night could handle everything.
The so-called world's most powerful swordsman only has the power to face a navy admiral.
"Defeat?"
"What do you mean?"
Just when Djorakol Mihawk decided on the next move and was ready to return to the new world, a low and solemn, cold and brutal voice, like the whisper of a devil, came from behind.
"How could such a thing happen?"
Hearing this, Djorakol Mihawk's eyes widened slightly, and his hands and feet tensed up for a moment.
He turned his neck, his pupils moved to the corners of his eyes, and his peripheral vision looked behind him.
At this time.
Like three dragons going out to sea, lingering in the sea, unscrupulously venting the three slashing waves, an arm holding a knife suddenly stretched out from the slashing waves.
Then, he gently swung the short knife to cut the moon.
Bang
The three slashing waves, like a candle flame being blown out, dissipated with a bang.
When Rosen's figure appeared in Joracol Mihawk's eyes again, his eagle eyes, which were sharp enough to see through everything, showed a trace of horror.
"What I just heard was not an illusion."
"Not only the voice has changed, but also the person."
He stared at Rosen's face.
At this moment.
Joracol Mihawk could not see Rosen's other facial features except his eyes.
A white mask with two blood-red lines, from the forehead to the eyes, and then to the chin, completely covered Rosen's entire face, with only a pair of violent and creepy yellow-brown eyes exposed to the air.
"What's wrong with you like this?"
Joracol Mihawk turned around and looked at Rosen, whose face was covered by the mask.
Clang
Rosen heard the words and did not answer, but raised his long sword to cut the moon, from bottom to top, and cut through the air.
"Crescent Moon Sky Strike!"
A ray of golden light extended obliquely.
Then.
The golden light shone brightly, and a spiral crescent moon attacked Djorakol Mihawk like a tornado.
Clang
Facing the sweeping spiral crescent moon, Djorakol Mihawk did not bother to think about the changes after Rosen put on the strange mask, and quickly drew out the black knife · Night behind him.
Slashed with one knife.
The dark green slashing wave like a raging storm violently vented and crashed into the oncoming spiral crescent moon.
Bang
When the two slashing waves collided, it was like two super-large sea kings were wrestling, bursting out a loud sound like a landslide, and rolling up a huge wave that rushed straight into the sky.
However.
Boom
After a brief stalemate, Djorakol Mihawk was surprised to find that the slashing wave he released with the black knife · Night was suppressed by Rosen's spiral crescent moon and retreated step by step.
"He has another knife."
His heart sank. As soon as he thought of this, Rosen responded.
He raised the short knife Zanyue and slashed it diagonally from top to bottom.
Bang
After the golden light flashed, this time it was no longer a spiral crescent that flew across the sky, but a straight crescent, like a golden laser. While the spiral crescent suppressed the slash wave, it pierced and shattered the slash wave with one blow, and then flew in front of Joracol Mihawk.
Clang clang
At the critical moment, Joracol Mihawk raised the black knife Night, followed by the domineering lightning. Before the blade touched the straight crescent and the spiral crescent, it had already burst out a powerful domineering sword pressure in the air, holding up the two crescents in front of it.
The violent power that could be felt from the blade made his hand holding the knife tremble uncontrollably.
Obviously.
Even if the power of the two crescents' combined attack was weakened after breaking the slash wave, it still exceeded his expectations.
The moment he collided with Black Blade Night in mid-air, he was pushed back, his feet created a huge gap on the sea surface, but he was unable to stop his body.
At this moment.
JoracolMihawk experienced what it meant to have a sword that could span 30,000 miles.
This retreat.
Joracol Mihawk retreated hundreds of meters.
As he retreated, he forced himself to calm down, and then used his observation Haki to look at the future.
It would have been better if he hadn't looked at it, but after looking at it, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
There is a kind of powerlessness, called seeing the future, but being powerless.
Now, he is facing this kind of powerlessness.
Whoosh
Rosen took a step forward, his figure was like thunder, crossing the sky, crossing hundreds of meters and standing above Joracol Mihawk's head, raising his right arm high, slashing the moon down.
Boom
A vertical crescent, like the water of the Milky Way, wrapped in a heavy edge, rushed down mightily.
Djorakol Mihawk could do nothing but watch himself being submerged by the crescent waterfall that fell from the sky, then penetrated the sea and blasted into the seabed.
This was the second time he was blasted to the bottom of the sea by Zangetsu.
But it was different from the first time.
He had just been blasted into the seabed with his front foot, and then he broke out of the sea with his back foot, like a dragon emerging from the abyss, holding the black knife·night, sweeping across.
Clang
The sword flashed
The sky and the sea in all directions were all dyed dark green by the sword light.
"One sword style·Flashing Night!"
Djorakol Mihawk shouted.
He exerted all his strength and blasted out a domineering slash wave like a black thunderbolt, trying to reverse Rosen with the posture of a dragon raising its head.
However.
Rosen just glanced down, and the creepy yellow-brown eyes under the mask glowed with a hint of red.
A sharp white horn suddenly grew out of the left forehead.
Without any movement, he spread out his domineering aura with himself as the center, like a golden light curtain covering the sky, instantly dispelling the dark green sword light printed on the sea and the sky.
Then.
He raised the short knife Zanyue in his left hand, but did not release the Crescent Moon Sky Strike, nor did he make a swinging motion. He just swung his knife back when the slashing wave of Joracol Mihawk came towards him.
Using the short knife Zanyue as a racket, he directly treated the slashing wave that was close at hand as a tennis ball and slapped it away.
"No, impossible!"
Joracol Mihawk screamed for the first time.
Whoosh
Rosen flashed out in an instant, his feet spun loudly, and dragged a string of afterimages in the air.
Obviously, he was extremely fast and came to Joracol Mihawk in a flash, but the process of extremely fast movement was silent, just like a space transfer.
Chi Chi
The golden crescent moon and the overlord-colored black lightning were released from his palm, and then mixed together to form a product of power like a domineering sword light, completely covering the blade of Zang Yue.
Then.
He swung his sword horizontally.
Boom
Jorakol Mihawk raised the black sword Night in time to block, but at the moment when the swords collided, the overlord-colored lightning lingering on the blade of Zang Yue exploded together with the golden crescent moon, turning into a black thunder crescent moon, slashing him and the sword out of the sea.
Bang Bang Bang Bang
Accompanied by a series of ring-shaped air waves exploding in the air again and again, Jorakol Mihawk was like a meteor in the sky, flying several kilometers away.
Finally, he fell into an isolated island in the South China Sea suspended above the sea, smashing the ground of the island into pieces like a biscuit.
A large amount of smoke and dust rose up along the cracks and quickly gathered to form a huge dust column that rushed straight into the sea of clouds.