Nami sat on the white cloud, hesitated, then looked at Ron.
"Can Zoro defeat this man?"
Nami still couldn't help but ask. She felt that the man standing there.
Gave Nami an unmatched feeling.
Nami didn't even dare to look directly into that man's eyes.
Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything.
Extremely dazzling!
"Definitely, Zoro is very strong!"
Usopp immediately retorted, completely unconvinced that Zoro would lose here.
"Zoro won't lose, after all, he's going to become the Pirate King with me!"
Luffy pressed his head down and said softly.
Luffy could feel how powerful the opponent was.
But at this moment, Luffy still unhesitatingly believed in Zoro.
"Brother Zoro will definitely win!"
Johnny and Yosaku, Zoro's two subordinates, quickly said.
"He's doomed to lose!!"
Ron said indifferently.
"Huh?"
The group looked at Ron in surprise, originally thinking he would say some good words.
But they didn't expect Ron to say so confidently that Zoro was doomed to lose.
This was something they hadn't expected.
"But so what? With your dream in front of you, will you stop?"
"If Zoro dies here, it just means he's nothing more than that!"
"But, if Zoro survives this, then he has the potential to surpass Mihawk!"
Ron said softly, looking at the figure gradually moving away on the sea.
Luffy's mouth curved into a smile. He completely agreed with Ron's words.
Although he didn't want Zoro to be defeated here, could he stop his dream?
…
On the broken deck, two people stood facing each other.
Zoro's eyes held a sharp edge.
He continuously adjusted his mindset, allowing himself to face Mihawk with a calm heart.
Mihawk held a small knife in his hand, as if he didn't put Zoro in his eyes at all.
In Mihawk's view, this battle was just to pass the time.
The moment he ascended to the throne of the world's strongest swordsman.
He never feared any challenge from any swordsman.
Even a swordsman from the East Blue was no exception.
"Hmph!"
The next second, Zoro's body seemed to be wrapped in lightning.
He charged out with lightning speed.
His swordsmanship was incredibly fierce.
Every swing of his sword unleashed his full strength.
The deck beneath his feet creaked, clearly unable to withstand the two men's battle.
The customers on the Baratie held their breath. They had never seen such a battle in the East Blue.
The strength of these two men had long surpassed their imagination.
With their eyesight, they could only see the flashing of swords.
"Pfft!"
The small knife plunged into Zoro's chest.
A trace of blood could be seen seeping out.
Zoro's figure stood there without the slightest movement.
His face was grim, but he seemed somewhat powerless.
"Truly a remarkable fellow!"
"Tell me your name!"
Mihawk put his small knife back, looking seriously at Zoro in front of him.
"Roronoa, Zoro!!"
Three swords, like the blades of a windmill, were held together.
Zoro wore a mask that forcefully sprayed out, and his aura once again surpassed what it was before.
That potential had to be 100% unleashed at this moment.
"I will remember that, a long-lost strong one!"
"Then, I will use the world's strongest Black Blade to send you to your grave in the sea."
The Black Blade behind Mihawk was drawn out, letting out a cry.
Mihawk truly felt Zoro's aura grow stronger at this moment.
Looking at the mask on Zoro's face, he immediately understood its purpose.
"I'm truly grateful!"
Zoro took a deep breath, and the blade in his hand began to spin.
With the sound of wind tearing through the air, a beam of lightning could vaguely be seen on the blade.
Mihawk's eyes held some surprise, feeling the interestingness of the man in front of him.
"Three Sword Style Secret Technique, Three Thousand Worlds!"
"Swish!"
In this instant, the two figures crossed paths.
The entire world seemed to pause.
Everyone stared intently at the two on the field.
Everyone had already held their breath.
Fearing even the slightest mistake.
"Crack!"
The outcome was still the same.
Zoro's strength was still far from enough compared to Mihawk.
Two blades shattered, and pieces fell from the air.
Zoro stood up heavily. He had never thought he would lose.
But now that he had failed, Zoro was more at ease.
His arms spread open, his face filled with determination.
"What are you doing?"
Mihawk's sword-wielding hand paused.
"A scar on the back is a swordsman's shame!"
Zoro gave a miserable laugh, no longer caring about other gazes.
"Amazing!"
A single slash passed.
A bloodstain was clearly visible on his body.
"Zoro!"
Luffy and the others couldn't hold back, one by one anxiously looking towards the sea.
Ron walked casually, instantly sweeping across the sea.
In his hand, he held the still breathing Zoro.
"He's not dead yet!"
Ron gave a gentle flick, directly throwing him onto the ship.
Nami was already prepared, and the white cloud caught him in the air.
Only then did everyone slightly relax.
"A man like you shouldn't be in the East Blue."
Mihawk, standing in front, gazed at Ron, sensing a strong aura from him.
"But I am in the East Blue, and now I'm planning to go to the Grand Line!"
Ron said with a shrug.
Does the East Blue not deserve to have strong people?
"That must be your companion, he's truly a remarkable fellow!"
"Since you're standing here, do you also want to witness the strength of the world's strongest?"
Mihawk chuckled, not sheathing his Black Blade.
"I am a martial artist, not a swordsman!"
Ron said truthfully.
Although he knew some swordsmanship.
It was at most on par with Zoro's level.
Fighting the man in front of him would be asking for humiliation.
"A martial artist? Then come! The East Blue doesn't seem so weak after all."
Mihawk looked at Ron with interest, more interested in Ron than Zoro.
After all, Ron's aura was very chaotic, as if he excelled at everything.
He had the shadow of a swordsman, and the sharp eyes of a sniper.
But his footwork was lighter, as if he knew a little bit of everything.
"Boom!"
Ron didn't hesitate, instantly stomping his foot.
His body moved like a ghost in front of Mihawk.
Even though Ron hadn't mastered Armament Haki and Observation Haki yet.
He had a basic prediction of Mihawk's movements.
When everyone wants to move, their muscles move first, or they move their feet before swinging their arms.
Ron could clearly observe every movement on Mihawk's body.
As long as Mihawk wanted to make a move, his fighting spirit and movements could be predicted in an instant.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
…
The wreckage of the large ship was riddled with holes and covered in cracks.
It already showed signs of sinking into the seabed.
But the two figures on it showed no signs of stopping.
Ron's fists continuously slid through the air, predicting and dodging every slash Mihawk swung.
He did not choose to clash head-on!
After all, a sword was definitely harder than a fist.