chapter 35

And then Mu Feng's actions made Mihawk even more eye-catching. His movements were exactly the same as Mihawk's, even down to the subtleties.

They both executed the same black sword slash!

Mihawk couldn't believe it. How could Mu Feng possess his own slashing skills?

Although it was just a slash, to an ordinary person, whether you swipe left or right may not make much of a difference. But to a swordsman, every slight adjustment in sword swing makes a world of difference. Factors like the release of muscle dark energy and the flow of air must also be taken into consideration. Therefore, the moves of a swordsman, especially a great swordsman, cannot be imitated.

Mihawk believed that his black knife slash was the most refined slashing technique.

Even if he were to teach an apprentice, it would take years to master. But the scene before him gave Mihawk the illusion that his black knife slash was as simple as using a watermelon knife on a street stall. Anyone could do it!

"Chang...!!!" The black knife collided with the Mammoth Blade.

Executing the same move, no one could gain the upper hand.

Mihawk observed Mu Feng with a dignified look. He held his black knife with both hands and suddenly attacked from a tricky angle.

"Black Blade Chaotic Blade Bash!" Mihawk attacked with even more intensity.

Mihawk didn't believe that Mu Feng could continue imitating him. Black Knife Slash was a technique he often used against his usual opponents, and it was very possible that the Marines had recorded his moves using a videophone snail. It was also possible for someone to learn how to use black knives and imitate his slashes through repeated scrutiny.

But Black Knife Chaotic Blade Strike was different.

This move was incredibly fierce and terrifying, and in this sea, aside from Red Hair, no one had ever witnessed its power.

And the battle between himself and Red Hair wouldn't be recorded by a videophone snail.

However, in the next moment, Mihawk was stunned once again.

Mu Feng, holding the mammoth blade, executed a black knife slash followed by a chaotic blow.

This... how was this possible?

Could it be that he had seen Mihawk's fight against Red Hair?

No, that couldn't be... Suddenly, an incredible conjecture popped into Mihawk's mind. It was impossible, Mu Feng had just glanced at his moves... and learned them completely!? Was it actually possible? Could there truly be such a monster in the world!? But if that wasn't the case, how could he explain what he was witnessing?

Mihawk still couldn't believe it, it was almost unacceptable.

Gritting his teeth, he swung various moves and slashes.

But without exception, Mu Feng imitated them all. And as Mihawk fought against Mu Feng, he confirmed his own conjecture.

There was indeed such an evildoer in the world!

"Did you... figure it out!? Lieutenant General Mu Feng's moves and 'Eagle Eyes' look identical."

"It's not just that they look identical, they are the same moves."

"How is that possible!? Could it be that 'Eagle Eyes' and Lieutenant General Mu Feng have the same swordsmanship teacher!? But 'Eagle Eyes' seems to have a different swordsman teacher."

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"Actually... did you learn it instantaneously?" Sengoku looked stunned.

Although he had heard Garp talk about how quickly Mu Feng learned Marine Six Styles, seeing it firsthand still left Sengoku shocked and finding it somewhat hard to accept. It was truly peerless... and amazing.

Garp remained unfazed on the side.

After three years, Garp had grown accustomed to it.

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With the same swordsmanship, the same strength, and the same technique, Mu Feng and Mihawk fought for over ten minutes, yet they still couldn't determine the outcome.

Gradually, Mihawk couldn't help but feel frustrated due to his own disposition.

Mihawk felt like he was fighting against a mirror image of himself.

How did Mihawk feel in this situation!?

There were only two words to describe it... stuck and suffocated.

"What kind of swordsman is the esteemed Lieutenant General of the Naval Headquarters if he only uses other people's swordsmanship!?" Mihawk muttered under his breath, and Mu Feng could sense his frustration.

"Of course not," Mu Feng replied with a smile.

"Congratulations, Host, for learning Mihawk's black swordsmanship. At the current level [LVmaX11], you have the option to convert it into proficiency for the Eight Thousand Swords style. If you choose to convert, you will lose the black swordsmanship, but it will open up the possibility of breaking the limits of kendo for the third time." The system's voice echoed in Mu Feng's consciousness.

"Choose to convert the proficiency into the Eight Thousand Swords style."

There was no need for hesitation. Mu Feng made the choice without hesitation.

Although Mihawk was the number one swordsman in the pirate world, the Eight Thousand Swords style was undoubtedly stronger. Why would Mu Feng settle for second best? Only a fool would do that.

Moreover, the essence of kendo lies in its core principles, not in quantity.

Thus, after reaching [LVmaX12] for the Eight Thousand Swords style on Mu Feng's ability panel, it displayed a proficiency mark of 28% for Mihawk's black swordsmanship. As this proficiency reaches 100%, Mu Feng's swordsmanship will break the boundaries of the third kendo and become even stronger.

"Are you sure you want to witness my swordsmanship? It may be lethal," Mu Feng said with a smile.

"I couldn't ask for anything more!" Mihawk's fighting spirit burned even brighter.

Compared to Mu Feng, Mihawk was the true swordsman. A true swordsman would risk their life to pursue a stronger kendo!