"Do I need to explain to you?"
Luo Feng said indifferently.
"That's true!
The fact that the Immortal Bird Margaux is willing to serve you is already the best proof of your identity!”
Jorakol Mihawk had seen the world after all, and he was one of the small group of people who stood at the peak of the great sea route.
Even though Luo Feng's identity was shocking, it wasn't impossible!
After all, if Luo Feng wasn't White Beard's father, how could Margaux be willing to be his mount!
White Beard would never allow his eldest son, Margaux, to do such a thing.
With just these two points, Luo Feng's identity as White Beard's father was confirmed.
"Hawkeye, now you finally know what kind of existence my grandfather is!”
Marr said coldly.
"So what you said just now was not nonsense?
Amongst all the world's greatest sword heroes you've seen, am I really the worst?”
After confirming Luo Feng's identity, Jorakol Mihawk was most concerned about this.
As a swordsman, he was already standing at the peak of this era!
In terms of swordsmanship, there was no one who could surpass him in the Great Sea Route!
The only ones who could compare to him were those who were born in different eras and had no chance to meet him, let alone compete with him.
"What else do you think?"
Luo Feng chuckled.
"I don't believe it!"
Jorakol Mihawk shook his head.
"In my life, I have seen three swordsmen who were known as the world's strongest swordsmen!”
Luo Feng raised three fingers.
"Tell me, who are they?"
A hint of curiosity flashed in Jorakol Mihawk's eyes.
Even though he didn't believe that Luo Feng was right and that his sword techniques weren't as good as the strongest sword heroes of other eras, it didn't mean that he wasn't interested in these swordsmen whose achievements were on par with his.
"Hawkeye, you better watch your tone!”
Margaux said unhappily.
"He's your grandfather, not mine!”
Jorakol Mihawk was still doing his own thing and was not moved at all.
If he became ruthless, he would even dare to chop off White Beard, so why would he care about Luo Feng's identity?
"Humph! You'd better understand something!
You, the so-called world's greatest sword hero, are just a joke in front of grandpa!”
Margaux said disdainfully.
"Whether it's a joke or not, we'll use it to measure it!”
Jorakol Mihawk's eyes turned cold, and his right hand suddenly grabbed the handle of Black Blade Night.
"I really admire your courage. You actually dare to draw your saber in front of grandfather!
No…no, this isn't courage, this is ignorance!
If you had half the understanding that Don Quijote Dofranmingo had of his grandfather, then you would know how ridiculous your current behavior was!”
Margaux's eyes were filled with pity when he saw Jorakol Mihawk's action of drawing his sword.
"Dofranmingo?
What did you do to him?"
When Jorakol Mihawk heard this, he immediately thought of the Heavenly Yaksha, who ran amok on the sea.
"Little Ming has already been sent by me to reunite with his grandfather and father.
As the Seventh Martial Sea, you don't have to worry about him!
He passed away very peacefully!"
Luo Feng said casually.
His tone was as if sending off a Seventh Martial Sea was no different from kicking away a small stone by the roadside.
"I see!
I was wondering why you rode the Immortal Bird to find me. So your goal is the Seven Martial Seas!
White Beard must have begged you to come out of retirement for Firefighting Fist Ace, right?
And you, on the other hand, are planning to take down the Seven Martial Seas before the execution of Fire Fist Ace, so as to reduce the difficulty of saving people on the day of execution!”
Jorakol Mihawk looked deeply at Luo Feng.
"The Seven Martial Seas is indeed my first goal after leaving the mountain!
But please don't measure me with your pitiful eyes.
Sending your Seven Martial Seas to the west is just a show for me to announce my return to the great sea route!
As for catching the Seven Martial Seas in one fell swoop in advance and lowering the difficulty of rescuing them…I'm sorry, I really haven't thought about that.”
Luo Feng shook his head and laughed.
"Is that so?"
Jorakol Mihawk said irrefutably.
Obviously, he didn't believe Luo Hao's words.
"You might find it hard to believe.
However, to me, having more or less Seas of Seven Martial Arts doesn't make much of a difference.”
Luo Feng's tone was filled with disdain.
"Whether it is or not, I will personally use this world's strongest black saber to verify it!”
As soon as Jorakol Mihawk finished speaking, his hand that was holding the hilt of his sword suddenly pulled.
clang
One of the fastest blades!
The world's strongest Black Blade Night had been unsheathed!
The sword aura that was originally enveloping Jorakol Mihawk was already sharp and sharp to the point that it made people feel as if they were being stabbed in the back.
Now, as Black Blade Night was unsheathed, a sword energy that was different from the Overlord's domineering aura, but equally powerful, erupted at this moment. It was like a flood that had opened its floodgates, pouring towards Luo Feng in a mighty manner.
"The eagle at the bottom of the well knows how big the world is!”
Facing Jorakol Mihawk's mighty sword energy, Luo Feng was like a red continent standing above the ocean, unmoved by it.
(Brothers, I beg you to collect, send flowers, and urge me to update. I'm eternally grateful!)）
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