chapter 36

"Well... allow me to show you the desperate swordsmanship," Mu Feng smiled, his expression suddenly turning cold.

"I call my swordsmanship... Eight Thousand Swords!"

As Mu Feng spoke, he charged towards Mihawk, wielding the Mammoth Blade.

Mihawk's expression drastically changed upon seeing Mu Feng rushing towards him. It wasn't a person coming at him... it was a beast, a ferocious beast from ancient times!

With speed and strength, Mu Feng swung his blade directly at Mihawk.

Mihawk raised his black knife, attempting to block Mu Feng's attack.

However, the force transmitted from the black knife made Mihawk's grip falter. He had to switch from using it as a single-handed knife to a double-handed grip, desperately trying to hold onto the handle. The black knife was eventually knocked out of his hand by Mu Feng.

Yet, Mihawk found a silver lining in this situation.

Because Mihawk, with his eagle-like sharp eyes, noticed a flaw in Mu Feng's technique!

From Mihawk's perspective, although Mu Feng's swordsmanship was incredibly aggressive and powerful, it was also true that this aggression came at the cost of defense. By abandoning defense, flaws were naturally exposed. And now, Mihawk believed he had found one such flaw in Mu Feng's style!

As he swiftly turned his black knife, Mihawk aimed to switch from defense to offense.

But he quickly realized... he couldn't do it at all.

Mu Feng's offense was too overwhelming, so intense that Mihawk had no chance to counterattack. If he made a move, in the next instant, the Mammoth Blade in Mu Feng's hand would pierce his heart or head. There was no alternative, no third option available.

"Damn... I can only wait for an opportunity," Mihawk muttered to himself.

Initially, when Mihawk first clashed with Mu Feng, he had only perceived the violence in Mu Feng's swordsmanship. However, as the battle continued, Mihawk discovered something else...

Mu Feng's swordsmanship couldn't be described as simply violent; it was madness.

An onslaught of offense... forsaking any form of defense.

Or perhaps... Mu Feng's frenzied offense was, in fact, the best defense. Under Mu Feng's relentless assault, Mihawk's black knife was rendered useless, reduced to mere resistance. Even the increasingly desperate Mihawk couldn't manage more than that.

"How is this possible!? Such rough swordsmanship and such a mad sword intent exist in this world," Mihawk thought, growing more and more overwhelmed by Mu Feng's onslaught. His clothes were tattered by the scattered sword energy, and his hat had long been lost. He continuously found himself forced to retreat.

"I'm not mistaken... 'Eagle Eye' has been defeated by Rear Admiral Mu Feng!? But... isn't Mihawk considered the world's greatest swordsman!?"

"Huh! I told you Rear Admiral Mu Feng is stronger."

...

"Well, I believe it's time to end this," Mu Feng suddenly declared.

Amidst his violent offensive, Mu Feng's tone was calm.

This stark contrast left Mihawk dumbfounded, but soon anger welled up within him. To consider their battle a mere game... what did that mean? Did it imply that Mu Feng saw himself as weak?

However, in the next moment... Mihawk was left stunned.

The Mammoth Blade in Mu Feng's hand... was now pressed against his neck from behind.

Mihawk's pupils contracted sharply.

Then, they slowly widened. He couldn't believe the sight before him... he had actually lost!? And he had been completely defeated... with no power to resist whatsoever!? However, Mihawk quickly found solace, sheathing his black knife.

He turned around, stretched out his arms, and faced Mu Feng with a grand gesture.

"Oh... what are you doing?" Mu Feng raised an eyebrow and asked.

This scene gave Mu Feng a sense of familiarity.

"The wound on the back is a swordsman's shame," Mihawk said, looking at Mu Feng. There was no despair in his eyes, only honor.

"Well said, that is defeat," Mu Feng smiled.

The Mammoth Blade in his hand moved away from Hawkeye's neck, just when everyone assumed the battle was over.

But suddenly... Mu Feng swung it down.

With a single-handed slash, Mu Feng delivered a terrifying wound from Mihawk's right shoulder to his left hip... Blood spurted out uncontrollably! ! ! The exposed white ribs appeared gruesome and horrifying.

"Boom!!!" Mihawk's body crashed heavily onto the ground.

At that moment, the entire venue fell silent.

Rear Admiral Mu Feng had defeated "Eagle Eye" Mihawk in a pure swordsmanship duel.

What did this mean!? From that point on, the world's greatest swordsman... was no longer "Eagle Eye" Mihawk!

It was Mu Feng... Rear Admiral of the Naval Headquarters, Mu Feng!

And let's not forget, Mu Feng had previously defeated six Warlords in a row.

What an incredible record! What terrifying strength! After this battle... Mu Feng's reputation in the Marines surpassed that of Admirals, second only to Marshal Sengoku and Marine hero Garp. He became even more beloved among the young Marines.

"You... come here," Mu Feng looked at a Marine nearby and beckoned.

"Me!?" The Marine, who was pointed at by Mu Feng, was initially taken aback, but soon felt honored. Under the envious gazes of his fellow colleagues, he ran to the center of the training ground.

"Rear Admiral Mu Feng, what do you need?" the Marine asked nervously.

Mu Feng smiled and pointed at Mihawk, saying, "Don't be nervous, I simply want you to take Mihawk to the Marine Medical Room for treatment."

"Yes, Rear Admiral Mu Feng," the Marine replied loudly.

As he noticed Mihawk's sharp gaze still fixated on him, a wry smile formed on the corner of Mu Feng's mouth. Suddenly, a sense of wickedness filled his heart as he said, "In the years to come... I'll be waiting for you on the throne of the world's strongest. Strive to become stronger and persevere relying on your own strength. Your spirit will surpass mine... Dracule Mihawk, try... to become stronger."