"Do you want to force me to draw my sword at all costs?”
Luo Feng's eyes flashed.
It was as if he was slightly moved by Jorakol Mihawk's determination to protect his dignity as a swordsman at all costs, as well as his courage to force him to draw his sword.
" Do I die with regret, or do I die under the sword of the world's number one…"
Jorakol Mihawk stared at Luo Feng, who was already within reach, his eagle eyes flashed with an unprecedented light.
At the same time, the black blade, Night, which seemed to have fused with him, stabbed out brazenly.
Puchi
The green light that seemed to cut a hole in the sky disappeared!
Jorakol Mihawk, as well as his movements of brandishing his sword and stabbing forward, also stopped.
And what ended all of this was a finger that had pierced his chest.
"You won't retreat even if you die?"
Luo Feng glanced at Jorakol Mihawk who had been pierced by his index finger, but still didn't take half a step back.
"If I retreat…all my hard work, perseverance, and even everything I bet on will be meaningless!”
Jorakol Mihawk growled through gritted teeth.
The place where his index finger had pierced through suddenly became as black as iron.
Clearly, he used his armored aura to harden the hole, and then used his armored aura to lock Luo Feng's index finger.
"Draw your sword!"
The corners of Jorakol Mihawk's mouth curled up slightly, and his right hand, which was holding Black Blade Night, raised from bottom to top.
clang
The smile on his face froze.
Luo Feng didn't pull out his sword to block or dodge the blade that he had sacrificed his life for.
Instead, he stood straight on the spot and allowed his Black Blade, Night, to land on his body.
However, his blade was unable to leave a single wound on Luo Feng's body, not even a scratch.
"What a powerful physique!
This man…How powerful was he?”
Jorakol Mihawk gasped.
He could clearly see that Luo Feng didn't use his weapon color domineering!
He had used his pure physique to block his Black Blade, Night.
This was simply trampling on his inherent understanding of the great sea route!
One must know that before Luo Feng left the mountain, he was the world's strongest sword hero!
He was holding the world's strongest black blade!
With the two combined, there was no one in the world who could receive his slash without being injured!
Kaido couldn't do it!
Not even Charlotte Lingling!
"You're indeed amazing!
Among all the people I've met, you can be considered one of the best!
After I left the mountain, among all the pirates and navy I've come into contact with, other than my son Newgate, no one can be compared to you.”
Luo Feng glanced at Black Blade Night, who was slashing at his chest, and couldn't help but praise,"
"In the Seven Martial Seas, I am willing to call you the strongest!”
One was not afraid of not knowing the goods, but was afraid of comparing them!
Don Quijote Dofranmingo was definitely the number one figure in the great sea route!
Unfortunately, compared to Jorakol Mihawk in front of him, he paled in comparison!
They also understood his past, his identity, and his strength!
One of them peed his pants!
The other was using his life to force him to draw his sword!
Although the two of them were both from the Sea of Seven Martial Arts, the gap between them was like heaven and earth.
"It is my honor to receive such an evaluation from you.
Unfortunately…I was unable to make you draw the sword at your waist!”
When Jorakol Mihawk heard this, his expression changed slightly, but at the same time, a trace of regret flashed across his face.
Luo Feng's identity, status, and strength, he already had sufficient understanding.
In his opinion, it was definitely a great honor to receive such an evaluation from this person.
Unfortunately, he still failed!
Even if he gambled everything he had as a swordsman, he still couldn't force Luo Feng to draw his sword!
This was also his greatest regret!
"No need to regret!
There's no need to be obsessed with whether I draw my sword or not!
Because…I am the strongest sword!
To me, all the so-called famous sabers in the world are just external objects!
Even the fastest blade that all swordsmen in the world would chase after is not as good as a single finger of mine!”
Luo Feng's tone was calm, as if he was stating a fact that everyone knew.
Jorakol Mihawk, Perona, and Margaux, who had witnessed his attack, all agreed with his words.
They were completely convinced by Luo Feng!
It was a very thorough one.
"As expected of the most powerful sword hero in history!
He treated the world's famous sabers as if they were nothing!
Only you are truly worthy of the name of being invincible!”
Jorakol Mihawk was convinced!
He was completely convinced by Luo Feng's bearing and swordsmanship.
Not only did he acknowledge Luo Feng as the world's number one sword hero, he was also the strongest sword hero in history!
Towards Jorakol Mihawk's admiration, Luo Feng merely smiled indifferently, not saying anything!
There was no other reason!
Similar words, such as being invincible and the strongest in history, had been heard every day since he debuted!
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