One Piece: Mandala Swordsman

Chapter 373 I Really Want to Cripple You

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

The atmosphere, which should have been quiet, was instead filled with discordant noises.

The two black longswords clashed, unleashing bursts of air currents.

In such close combat, Roman rarely found himself at a disadvantage.

Her strikes were not only powerful, but also had a wide range of impact.

Once distance is created, her attacks will be relentless.

However, if a more purely physical confrontation is chosen, then Roman's absolute brute force often leaves opponents helpless.

However, Mihawk did not feel troubled by Roman's prowess at all; on the contrary, he became excited.

The black aura surrounding the swords and blades also began to grow stronger.

The powerful sword energy began to pierce Roman's nerves.

Wow, you're something else, Hawkeye Mihawk.

Roman silently took the attack.

However, fighting someone who gets more and more excited as the fight goes on is not a pleasant experience.

As one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Mihawk enjoys several privileges, but he almost never cares about them.

Being born for the sword seems to be the best interpretation of him.

He rarely cared about anything else, focusing solely on pursuing the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

People with lofty aspirations like these, while constantly climbing to new heights, also strongly desire rivals who are on par with them.

In this era where Devil Fruits reign supreme, finding a worthy opponent is no easy task.

This was never an era of swordsmanship.

Even though there are countless swordsmen on the high seas, they are still not the mainstream of this era.

As for Mihawk, a swordsman with extraordinary strength, his standards are even higher.

Of course, Mihawk is simply a powerful individual.

He had no intention of placing the way of the sword in a supreme position.

All he needs is an opponent who can stand against him in the art of swordsmanship.

However, reality is quite different.

Roman and Shanks: one ate a Devil Fruit, the other lost his left hand.

Of course, disregarding Roman's Devil Fruit abilities, her swordsmanship is absolutely not to be underestimated.

Mihawk also clearly understood this point.

Unfortunately, Roman did not enjoy the match against Mihawk.

During her battle with Mihawk, she always felt that everything she did seemed to be gloating to the enemy.

Unfortunately, they have lost Gion as a shield.

Mihawk was, after all, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, so I couldn't simply refuse his requests.

So in the end, Roman had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Seeing Mihawk's somewhat excited expression, Roman even regretted crippling Shanks' arm.

Otherwise, this guy wouldn't have sought her out to satisfy his fighting desires.

but……

His domineering aura has grown even stronger.

And it's still increasing.

As Roman's gaze shifted, Mihawk realized he was in danger.

She didn't just use brute force; she imbued her blade with an aura of dominance.

The more aggressive her offensive became, the stronger her domineering aura grew.

Since you've come to my doorstep, it wouldn't be my style not to have a good meal.

Roman is trying to continuously absorb Mihawk's Haki during this battle.

Even the person themselves would unconsciously ignore this absorption due to the aftershocks of the battle.

At the opportune moment, Roman increased the force without hesitation, bringing the blade close to Mihawk's neck.

"We swordsmen are much more fragile than we are when it comes to attacking. How many seconds do you think you could breathe if your trachea were cut?" Roman said, straining again.

The blade had already grazed Mihawk's neck, and under the intense stimulation of the domineering aura, crimson liquid had begun to flow out.

Furthermore, through the contact of weapons, Roman began to attempt to transfer Haki into Mihawk's wound.

If you're unlucky.

It might explode with a "bang" there too.

However, the danger seems to have been detected.

Ignoring the close distance between them, Mihawk launched a slash, which also affected him.

In an instant, Roman also made a judgment, immediately stopped the attack, and began to defend.

But Mihawk seemed determined to succeed in this attack.

He looked at Roman with an absolutely serious gaze.

The light from the swords grew brighter and brighter until it burst forth into a sphere of light that could blind everyone.

……

madman!

It was just a friendly sparring match. Did he want to take them both down with him?

However, Roman selectively forgot that she had almost severed Mihawk's trachea just now.

Roman covered his mouth and nose, but red liquid still seeped from between his fingers. However, one advantage of being in a vegetative state is that one can regulate their own body.

The sun is shining brightly now.

Her complexion quickly improved, and she wiped the blood off her face with her sleeve.

She drew her knife again, watching the figure standing in the smoke, eager to try.

Mihawk just used a close-range slash to protect himself.

Although he successfully saved himself, he also injured his opponent.

But his injury can only get worse.

Sure enough, Mihawk, who emerged from the smoke, was clearly more seriously injured.

His right hand, which was holding the knife, was almost entirely stained with red, mostly his blood.

However, his attitude was more nonchalant than Roman's. He simply flicked away the liquid that had not yet solidified, weighed it again to assess its texture, and then became serious again.

"Again." That was Mihawk's voice, filled with boundless fighting spirit.

Ah! I really want to cripple him. With this thought in mind, Roman launched another attack.