Mihawk looked at Ryujiro with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, much like a master looking at his disciple.
This made Ryujiro somewhat uneasy.
Since Mihawk had developed self-awareness, he was no longer just a puppet focused solely on combat. Moreover, his strength had now increased.
The puppet-like Mihawk was like a machine with pre-programmed instructions, executing moves according to the code.
Excited, Ryujiro drew his own sword.
"Let's have a duel."
Watching the excited Ryujiro, Mihawk felt a long-lost excitement surging within him as he drew his black sword and smiled at Ryujiro.
"I was thinking the same!"
Black Blade, Yoru!
The aura belonging to the world's greatest swordsman seemed to envelop Mihawk.
Mihawk didn't have flashy or fancy-named sword techniques. After exchanging glances with Ryujiro for a moment,
In the next moment, he charged straight towards Ryujiro.
"Clang!"
The collision of their blades emitted dazzling sparks, dispersing material energy like lightning throughout the mental space.
It stirred up a huge storm, enough to devastate the surrounding area if it were in the real world.
Feeling Ryujiro's power, the fighting spirit in Mihawk's eyes grew even stronger.
This kind of battle was what he truly desired!
"Swish!"
A green sword aura burst forth from the Black Sword, its unmatched power giving a suffocating feeling.
The ferocious green sword aura swept towards Ryujiro.
"Boom!"
Similarly, Ryujiro's black sword aura erupted and swept forth. The collision of the two strikes seemed to generate a powerful suction, as if everything around them was about to be devoured.
However, this clash was just a test of each other's strength.
A sword strike alone was not the standard to judge the strength of a swordsman, especially at the level of a great swordsman.
To truly gauge a swordsman's strength, one must engage in close combat.
The battle and collisions between the two were accompanied by thunderous energy, causing the entire mental space to tremble.
Both Mihawk and Ryujiro could be described as walking disasters. Their terrifying power had surpassed human comprehension.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
For a moment, they exchanged blows evenly, seeming like a game of back and forth.
The reason Mihawk was always countered by Ryujiro was because they had fought many times before.
For Ryujiro, Mihawk's sword techniques were deeply ingrained in his mind. Unless Mihawk had some new moves, their fights would always end in a draw.
Their figures continuously darted around. If someone were here, they would barely be able to keep up with their movements with their naked eyes.
"Using the same moves against you won't work."
"Although I've never tried this move before, it's indeed a technique I've never used."
"Are you ready?"
The aura of the world's strongest swordsman erupted, sweeping through the entire mental space. Just Mihawk's sharp eyes alone sent shivers down one's spine.
Ryujiro nodded, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes. He could feel Mihawk's aura rising.
"Buzz!" Armament Haki covered Mihawk's arm, and the Armament Haki entwined around the Black Blade underwent a qualitative change, wrapping around the blade like a ribbon.
It felt like it could cut through everything.
Indeed, worthy of Mihawk.
This would determine the winner!
Ryujiro assumed a stance, his entire body's strength continuously rising, and chakra gathering on his blade.
The Armament Haki and chakra, two different forces, merged, emitting a sinister and deadly scent.
Mihawk's gaze grew even more excited.
As expected, Ryujiro had his own finishing move.
Black Blade! One Flash!
One Sword Style! Dark Slash!
Swish!
Their speed was too fast, almost instantaneous. At that moment, the entire world seemed to turn black and white, and even the dimensions seemed to shatter from their collision.
The immense energy aftermath swept through the entire space.
The energy balls containing terrifying power collided, filling the mental space with a black-red thunderous sea that ruthlessly destroyed everything.
When the aftermath dissipated,
A smile crept onto the corners of Mihawk's mouth.
There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth too.
"I've lost."
"You have surpassed me. The title of the strongest swordsman belongs to you."
Gradually, Mihawk's body turned into illusory particles and gradually disappeared, his essence merging into the dazzling light spots.
Ryujiro's heart was filled with mixed feelings, but now, completely exhausted, he plopped down onto the ground formed by the mental space.
He looked at his sword beside him and glanced at his trembling hands.
He had won.
He had finally won.
From the beginning, Ryujiro wasn't Mihawk's match.
Before Mihawk, he was just a scrub being toyed with. When he reached the level of a swordsman, he finally had the strength to fight Mihawk.
But even at the level of a swordsman, he was still defeated by Mihawk.
In the two years since he became a great swordsman, his battles with Mihawk were evenly matched.
Perhaps, in some ways, he was still weaker than Mihawk, because at that time, it was like fighting against a machine puppet.
Now, he had truly defeated Mihawk. As Ryujiro returned to his senses amidst the joy of victory, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
Normally, after a character in the mental space was defeated, they should respawn. But now...
Mihawk hadn't reappeared before him. Could it be that Mihawk had truly disappeared?
"This!"
Ryujiro widened his eyes, originally exhausted, he jumped up from the ground, staring at his character template in disbelief!
[Character Template: Dracule Mihawk]
[Character Unlock Progress: 100%]
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