"There is no rule that only those who hold a sword in their hands are swordsmen.”
Rashu's words were very calm, but when they landed in Hawkeye's mind, they exploded like thunder.
In a trance.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at the supreme black saber, Night, that had followed him in battle for many years. He looked at the chaotic and heavy flower T-shaped pattern on the blade like a ghost fire, and then put it back into its sheath.
"I see…"
Hawkeye muttered to himself. He raised his head and stared at Rashu, who was holding a sword in one hand.
"You want to create a path that no one has ever walked before.”
Rashu's lips curled into a confident smile.
The biting cold wind messed up his black hair, and the thin snow fell on his shoulders, which were inlaid with military emblems.
"Swords are used to kill."
"It doesn't matter if the sword is in my hand or not.”
"Mihawk, you have your own sword path, and I have mine.”
Hawkeye frowned:
"But aren't you afraid that you're going the wrong way?"
"The history of swordsmanship goes back to ancient times. Legends of swordsmen slaying dragons have been passed down for many years.”
"I, Eagle Eye Mihawk, have experienced countless fights in my life, big and small, and have seen all kinds of powerful sword heroes.”
"But I've never seen anyone use a sword like you.”
Hearing Hawkeye's words, Rashu knew that Hawkeye wanted to give him some pointers.
Putting aside his political standpoint, this fellow did indeed have the qualifications to guide and teach him on the cultivation of the sword.
Although he was one of the Seven Kings, there were many weaklings like Moonlight Moria who had not even mastered the ability of their own fruits.
However, Rashu knew the true strength of the Eagle Eye Mihawk, which had far exceeded the scope of the Seven Kings of the Sea of Martial Arts.
However, Hawkeye, who was born and raised in the world of pirates, although he had ascended to the throne of the world's number one sword hero, how could he compare to a transmigrator like Rashu?
The Sword Dao he pursued and his understanding of true sword arts were naturally not limited to this world.
The Sword Hero of his dreams should have taken the heads of people from thousands of miles away. With a raise of his hand, thousands of swords would be unleashed, riding the wind and flying in the sky!!
That's right!
What Rashu wanted to pursue with all his heart was the legendary sword immortal technique!!
This was also why when he found that magnetic fruit, he had to eat it even if he had to fall out with Old Master Zefa to become a demon fruit aptitude user!
As for becoming a landlubber after becoming a demon fruit aptitude user?
So what?
As long as he could use the power of the magnetic fruit to successfully cultivate this legendary sword immortal technique, he would be able to go anywhere in this vast sea.
This point, Rashu naturally could not say it out loud.
Hawkeye couldn't understand.
Rashu only smiled."
"Just because it has always been like this doesn't mean it's correct.”
"In this world, everyone has their own path.”
"If everyone stubbornly follows the path left behind by the people of the past, then this world is too boring, isn't it?”
Hawkeye stared blankly at Rashu.
He slowly revealed a smile.
His smile gradually widened and finally turned into a carefree laugh.
"Very good. Since you have such ambition, perhaps this sea will really become interesting.”
"Rashu, you're right. You really don't need my acknowledgment.”
"No matter how far you go on this path, you are already standing at the peak of another mountain.”
"I look forward to the day when you master your sword-arts.”
"When that day comes, we will determine the true number one swordsman!!”
Rashu said indifferently,"
"As you wish."
Hawkeye nodded.
He didn't expect that his trip would be so rewarding.
Rashu's understanding of swordsmanship allowed him to see a brand new path and open the door to a new world.
For some reason, he had this feeling in his heart.
One day, Rashu would definitely stand before him.
At that time, it would definitely be a soul-stirring battle of life and death.
Hawkeye boarded his boat and left the island.
The snowstorm had stopped at some point.
Rashu stood there without saying a word for a long time.
A moment later, a faint trace of blood slowly seeped out from the corner of his mouth.
He staggered for a moment, and after regaining his balance, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He smiled bitterly and muttered,
"Hawkeye's sword energy is really strong. It actually overdrafted my physical strength.”
The use of the fruit's ability required physical strength. If one overdrafted their physical strength to develop and use the Demon Fruit's ability, it would even damage the body and affect their lifespan to a certain extent.
However, Hawkeye probably didn't have it easy either. At least he was forced to use his domineering aura to block his sword.
Rashu put the Wind-Splitting Water on his waist and slowly walked to the front of the navy.
He didn't stop walking and walked straight through the navy.
Catherine looked at Rashu, who was walking towards her expressionlessly, with a face full of shock. Her delicate body trembled.
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