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The old man was very happy.

Yong En came to the port, which was already crowded with people. A man wearing a black windbreaker, white trousers, black leather boots and a wide-brimmed feather hat, carrying a huge and gorgeous black cross-shaped knife, was walking onto the dock from a coffin filled with candles floating on the sea.

The man's yellow eyes were like those of a hawk. Anyone who was stared at by those eyes would feel fear from the bottom of his heart. He was the world's number one swordsman, Hawkeye - Joramil Mihawk, who came to find the Gale Gym.

Surrounding the port, in addition to the villagers who came to watch the excitement, there were also swordsmen who wanted to meet the legendary world's number one swordsman, but when they met Mihawk's hawk-like pupils, they instantly lost the courage to draw their swords.

"Master Yongen is here!!"

The crowd around the port parted and made way. A slender man walked onto the dock from behind the crowd. His naked upper body, including his arms, was covered with bandages. He wore a strange red mask on his face. His eyes flashed with strange purple-red light. There was a strange long sword on each side.

Mihawk stood on the port, staring at the strange man in front of him with sharp eyes. Mihawk felt a sharpness on Yongen. The airflow around him seemed to be rotating around the man. In addition to the sharpness of an ordinary swordsman, when looking at Yongen, Mihawk also felt a sense of crisis from the depths of his soul.

"Are you from the Gale Gym?"

"The Demon Sealing Sword Soul - Yongen." Yongen turned sideways and made way: "Yasuo is not here for the time being. Sir Mihawk, please move to the Gale Gym first."

Mihawk nodded, followed Yongen's footsteps, and walked towards the Gale Gym. The crowd around them followed them. There were a lot of swordsmen on the island now, and even ordinary villagers knew one or two swordsmanship moves for self-defense. The duel between Mihawk, the world's number one swordsman, and Master Yongen was extremely attractive to the onlookers.

"Your Excellency is an expert in swordsmanship, and you are also a master of the Wind Sword Dao?" Following Yongen, seeing the respect everyone showed to Yongen, he asked first.

"I guess so." Yongen gently pressed the long sword on his waist with his right hand, and the air flow around him instantly flowed, and a stream of wind formed a white wind blade that wrapped around the blade of the long sword.

Then he released his palm pressing on the hilt, and the air flow on the blade dissipated. He sighed softly and said, "I used to be, but now I am no longer a pure swordsman."

He turned his head slightly, and the flames at the pupil position under the mask grew stronger, and the purple-red flames turned to red.

In those shining eyes, Mihawk saw the struggles of countless wronged souls and the wailing of a demon. The demon seemed to be locked in the mask, and wanted to break through the restrictions of the mask and rush out at all times.

"Is that a devil fruit?" Mihawk asked curiously. A swordsman who eats a devil fruit is no longer a pure swordsman. For example, Fujitora, Kizaru and other strong men, Mihawk will not choose a person with special abilities as a swordsmanship opponent.

"That is a devil."

"Devil?" Mihawk nodded as if he understood.

Under the leadership of Yongen, the two soon came to the Gale Gym.

The Gale Gym was built on the original base of the Dragon Pirates. The original tall buildings were demolished and replaced by several two-story wooden buildings. The original walls were retained, and the middle field was divided into training grounds.

"Yasuo hasn't come back yet, you can stay here for a few days."

"Can you let me see the Gale Swordsmanship first?" Even though he knew that Yongen was not a pure swordsman, the sharp sword intent on Yongen's body made Mihawk full of fighting spirit along the way.

"Please!"

Yongen had no reason to refuse a swordsman's challenge. He stood at one end of the training ground, drew out his two swords, crossed his hands, and stood with the blades facing up on both sides of him, his eyes also full of fighting spirit.

"Please!"

Joramil Mihawk drew out the gorgeous Black Blade Night behind him, with the blade slightly tilted up and pointing at Yongen.

The crowd of onlookers stood far away at the edge of the training ground, staring at the two people in the field.

Swish!

Mihawk moved his feet and instantly appeared in front of Yongen. The wide blade of the Black Blade Night slashed at Yongen from top to bottom. Yongen dodged sideways, and at the same time, the slender blade in his hand stabbed at Mihawk.

Ding Ding Ding! In an instant, the two had exchanged several moves, and the sound of weapons colliding was endless.

Because of the Black Blade Night, Mihawk's fighting style was open and closed. Every slash posed a huge threat to Yongen, and Yongen

The slender double swords in Yongen's hands mainly stabbed straight, and his figure was graceful and kept dodging Mihawk's slashes, and the long swords in his hands stabbed out when he had time.

On the training ground, the swords flashed and the figures intertwined. It shocked the onlookers beside the field.

Suddenly, Yongen stepped on his feet and stepped back, crossing his double swords, and a wind blade instantly wrapped around the double swords.

Yongen's figure rushed forward, and the double swords slashed forward horizontally. The wind blades wrapped around the blades slashed with the double swords and slashed towards Joramil Mihawk in front of him.

"What a fast speed!" Mihawk was secretly shocked. He jumped back and distanced himself from Yongen. At the same time, the black knife stood up and slashed from top to bottom. In an instant, a blue sword energy shot out and hit the wind blade slashed by Yongen.

Boom! !

The two slashes exploded in the middle of the field, and the scattered wind blades and slashes instantly plowed sword marks in the field.

Yongen did not pursue, but stood still and adjusted his breathing. The series of attacks just now seemed to be evenly matched, but he knew that he was actually at a disadvantage. Since it was just a swordsmanship competition, Yongen did not call on the power of the devil, but only relied on physical skills and swordsmanship to compete with Joramil Mihawk.

In the short competition, Yongen had to admit that in terms of swordsmanship alone, the man with hawk eyes in front of him was indeed better than him. I just don't know if Yasuo can compete with Mihawk in swordsmanship.

For so many years, Yasuo has been wandering in the Valoran continent, and at the same time he has been constantly honing his sword skills, while Yongen has been constantly honing his control over the power of the devil in the battle with the devil.

"Do you want to continue?" Yongen asked.

Mihawk pondered for a moment, and lowered the long sword in his hand slightly, "I want to see your full strength."

"Full strength? Then please be careful." Yongen stood with two swords crossed at his side, the red flames at the position of the eyes of the mask lit up, and the long sword flashed red and blue light.

His body was slightly lowered, and the air around him began to gather around Yongen.

Sealing Dust and Desperate Thoughts!

Yongen rushed forward suddenly, slashing forward with two swords, and the whirlwind swept the entire path of Yongen's slash.

At the same time as Yongen sealed the dust and slashed, Mihawk's heart was alarmed, and he gave up the plan to understand this move, but dodged Yongen's attack sideways.