Chapter 66

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Under the lighthouse, an old man put down the newspaper in his hand and turned his eyes to the place where there was absolute turmoil.

A cloaked figure came from the distance and landed next to the old man.

"Dragon!?" The old man raised his eyebrows. "Coincidentally, you actually came here."

"Just passing through!" The man, whose entire figure was shrouded in a cloak, whispered. "I wasn't expecting it, but I saw a wonderful duel."

"Oh yeah, that's funny!" The old man smiled and said, but his eyes were always on the top of the mountain.

The same goes for the cloaked man!

In the sky not far away, several news birds also flew by, watching the earth-shattering battle that was about to take place.

Reverse Mountain, the sea water of the four seas poured upside down, soaring into the sky, stirring up terrifying waves.

In the midst of this terrifying scene, a figure shot out and broke through the barrier of the rainstorm, rushed into the clouds, and landed steadily on the top of Reverse Mountain.

"Warlord of the Sea, Hawkeye Mihawk!" Ron reached out and flicked at the damp clothes on his body, looking at the opposite side with a calm face, and on the mountaintop opposite Ron, a middle-aged man carrying a large black sword with a crossguard stood proudly at the top of the mountain.

Needless to say, this person is one of the Seven Warlords, currently recognized by everyone in the world as the strongest swordsman, Hawkeye Mihawk!

Mihawk's face was calm, and seeing that Ron had come to this place so easily, he couldn't help but show a hint of appreciation, "Ron, Captain of the Sword and Rose Pirates!"

"That's me!" Ron smiled slightly and chatted with Mihawk like an acquaintance. "I've been looking up to the great name of Hawkeye Mihalk for a long time, I thought I'd have to wait until I entered the first half of the Grand Line and then go to the New World to fight with you, but I didn't expect to meet you here, and it's just right, it's appropriate to use the top of the world as a battlefield!"

Seeing that Ron was not shy at all, Mihawk still had some curiosity in his heart, you know, he is the strongest swordsman in the world, and Ron, a novice who has not yet embarked on his great pirate journey, in other words, he is just a novice who has not yet stepped out of the novice village and is now facing the strongest swordsman who dominates the whole world, but Ron has this temperament that must make Mihawk look at him differently.

"Ron!" Mihawk also chatted with Ron and did not eagerly start to move. "You know what? Actually, after I saw your news on the news, I was very happy about the rise of a great swordsman, especially a young swordsman of such a young age who could reach such a level, which showed that swordsmanship had not declined!"

Mihawk said with a few sighs, "In this world, the strong people mostly come from the Devil Fruit Ability, three of the four emperors are Devil Fruit Ability users, the three admirals of the Navy are all Devil Fruit Ability users, even among the Seven Warlords of the Sea, except for me, most of them are Devil Fruit Ability users, can't they reach the strongest level in the world by themselves? I don't believe it!"

Mihawk was not a man of many words, and now that he was facing Ron, a top-notch swordsman he could recognize, his words were a bit more.

"I agree with you!" Ron nodded and said, "However, strength is power, even if I am a swordsman, I can't deny that, swordsmanship is also a kind of power, just like you and the redhead, without the devil fruit, you become the world's top powerhouses, but the other four emperors and the other seven warlords, even if they rely on the devil fruit, that is also one of their own power, we can't deny that!"

"Yes!" Mihawk nodded. "I didn't deny it, it's just that I care too much about the purity of swordsmanship, so here I am!"

Ron smiled warmly, "Fighting a top swordsman like you is something I am also very much looking forward to!"

"Ron, I don't think I can convince you, but I really hope that you can follow the path of pure swordsmanship," Mihawk looked at Ron seriously. "You should know what I mean."

Ron nodded silently, somewhat understanding Mihawk's intentions.

Why would such a powerful swordsman come to him at this time? It couldn't just be to fight. As the strongest swordsman in the world, Mihawk is definitely a steadfast individual. He wouldn't come here to fight a newcomer who hasn't entered the Grand Line without a purpose, and his intention wouldn't be so simple as to suppress newcomers.

"You want me to practice pure swordsmanship without relying on Devil Fruits?" Ron said calmly. "I don't deny that pure swordsmanship can also reach the peak, but I still believe that regardless of the type of power, strength is strength. My dream is to climb to the peak and reach the top of the world."

However, the requirement of the system upgrade is to become the strongest in the world, and relying on swordsmanship alone might be a bit difficult. With the Devil Fruit's power boost, Ron can't avoid using it. Being too pure can lead to paranoia. Ron didn't think he could reach that level.

He has to take a different path than Mihawk, a native pirate!

"Then!" Mihawk shook his head, sighed, and then his gaze became sharp as a hawk's. "Let me show you today the power of the highest realm of swordsmanship!"

"Please advise!" Ron saluted Mihawk with a serious expression.

Respect for the strongest swordsman in the world is necessary, and Ron's salute is not only a sign of respect for Mihawk, but also a sign of respect for swordsmanship itself.

"Draw your sword!" Mihawk nodded, acknowledging Ron's salute, and slowly drew the large black sword from his back. "Great Black Sword Yoru! One of the twelve supreme grade swords, renowned for its unparalleled sharpness and strength!"

Ron unsheathed his own sword from his waist and said quietly, "This is the sword I forged myself. Although its sharpness and strength are not as good as Yoru's, it has reached the level of the great graded swords. I have yet to name it..."

Ron hesitated for a moment. He hadn't named the sword he had forged yet, and now that Mihawk had named his own sword, it would seem awkward if Ron's sword remained nameless.

"Sword name: Dream!" Ron had a flash of inspiration and named his sword.

"Excellent sword!" Mihawk's eyes fell on the blade in Ron's hand, and he couldn't help but praise it, "It's a sword you made yourself, and its sharpness and strength rival those of the great graded blades. It's truly remarkable! A sword forged by your own hands is the most suitable weapon for a swordsman!"

Ron's lips twitched slightly. He could create a supreme sword as long as the materials and forging equipment were of high quality.

But now is not the time to discuss this.

"Ron, if you can defeat me in this battle, you will claim the title of the strongest swordsman in the world," Mihawk said solemnly. "If you lose, can you promise me to follow the path of pure swordplay?"

"Yes," Ron replied firmly.

Ron flicked his blade, and in one swift motion, the sharp edge sliced through the falling raindrops. In a radius of tens of meters around him, the raindrops shattered upon contact, creating a zone where the rain could not penetrate.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Mihawk's eyes gleamed like a hawk's as he instantly recognized the depth of Ron's technique. With a single movement, he was able to capture the essence of Ron's skill. This effortless display of mastery demonstrated Ron's remarkable achievement in swordsmanship. "Truly worthy of a swordsmanship prodigy who can force me to personally intervene!"

With a graceful sweep of his black blade, Mihawk sent a subtle vibration through the air, causing the rain in the entire sky to pause for a moment.

In a blur of movement similar to lightning, Mihawk traversed the swirling, countercurrent sea, arrived at Ron's side on the mountain, and struck with precision.

"As expected from the world's greatest swordsman!" Ron's eyes shone with determination. "Your technique combines both precision and power. However, I am not far behind you!"

"Basic sword style: Slashing!"

Ron focused his energy into a slashing motion, drawing upon the full mastery of his basic sword skills. With a single stroke, he unleashed a devastating force that ripped through the very fabric of reality.

"Clang!"

As their blades collided, Ron could see the calm in Mihawk's eyes, a calm determination that faced death unflinchingly.

"Young man," Mihawk spoke calmly, "you have much to learn. Nevertheless, I must acknowledge the formidable power of your technique. To apply the principles of basic swordsmanship to such an advanced level is a testament to your exceptional talent in the art of the sword."

"This is only a fraction of my true power!" Ron's lips curved into a slight smile, his demeanor exuding an eerie calm. "You must understand, the range of basic sword-fighting techniques is far more profound than one might think. Slashing is only a rudimentary move. Allow me to demonstrate the next one: thrusting!"

With a swift movement, Ron detached himself from Mihawk and lunged forward like a bolt of lightning, aiming his sword directly at Mihawk's heart.

"Incredible speed!" Mihawk's pupils constricted, his sharp gaze following Ron's lightning strike.

"Shing!"

Mihawk grabbed the hilt of his black blade with one hand and parried Ron's deadly thrust with the flat of his sword.

"Remarkable thrusting technique!" Mihawk breathed deeply. "To perform such advanced techniques from basic swordsmanship... I must repeat, you are truly a prodigious talent in the world of swordsmanship!"

"Heh!" Ron's smile widened slightly. He did not feel overwhelming pride, but rather a sense of quiet determination. After all, his mastery of the thrust came from the skill point enhanced basic swordsmanship, a benefit of his abilities. However, as with his understanding of power, whatever would allow him to rise to the top of the world would be his own strength.

"Now... Shall we move on to the next technique? You know what it is," Ron said as he drew his sword.