Chapter 452 Final is coming!

  The sea breeze is pleasant, the sun is shining, and it is clearly a sunny and peaceful day.

  In Shanks' heart, there was a feeling of coldness like falling into an ice cave.

"It shouldn't be looking at me... just nodding to Mihawk... After all, the two of them are also opponents in the finals... Anyway, do you want to leave first... There is nothing to do here anyway. Something..."

  Shanks lowered his head abruptly, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice, as if chanting in a low voice.

  Even Mihawk and Beckman, who were standing on the side and sensitive, couldn't hear what he was talking about.

   "Shanks?"

  Beckman stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on his captain’s shoulder.

  Unexpectedly, Shanks bounced like a convulsive body as if he had encountered some shocking event.

   "Bei, Beckman!"

   Shanks yelled, and then realized the situation.

"What's matter?"

   "The semi-finals are over and the audience is leaving."

  Beckman first pointed to the surrounding situation, and then looked at his captain with some worry.

   "Are you all right?"

   "Ha ha ha — what can I do."

Shanks laughed dryly, pretending that nothing happened.

  Mihawk glanced at Shanks suspiciously.

   After the swordsmanship showdown between the two ended yesterday, Mihawk wanted to know some opinions about "white face", and regardless of his tired body, he resolutely followed the direction where Shanks was leaving.

  After walking for a while, it was discovered that Shanks and the strange-looking group of guys went into a luxurious restaurant.

  Wait when consciousness comes.

  Mihawk was surprised to find that he was already sitting next to Shanks.

  The two are hooking their shoulders and putting their backs together. The right hands that originally held the swords are each holding a glass of spirits and fighting each other.

  This straw hat seems to have a terrifying and deceptive power...

  Mihawk originally regarded Shanks as a great swordsman on the same level as himself, and planned to continue swordsmanship duels with the opponent if he had time in the future, until the moment when the winner was completely divided.

  But now, it seems that this straw hat boy has some problems with his brain...

   "The two people on the stage have already left."

  Mihawk pointed to the ring, and then to the empty ring.

   "We-no, it's me and you-no, it's me who will leave too!"

"let's go!"

   Shanks stepped forward and took Mihawk's shoulders.

   "If you don't get drunk today, you won't return!"

  Mihawk took two steps with Shanks’s strength, and then asked afterwards.

"……what?!"

   "In three or four days, you are about to fight the white-faced man who seems to be very oozing. If you don't drink at this time, when do you drink?"

  Shanks’ words seem to be justified, but in fact they are nonsense.

   "When the day comes to the finals, I will come to support you!"

   "Thank you, but..."

  Mihawk expressed his gratitude and planned to leave the Redhead Pirates temporarily to return to the previous chapel alone to quietly cultivate the fatigue caused by the duel with Shanks yesterday.

  But before he could finish his words, Shanks interrupted him.

  "Drink! Drink! Have a banquet!"

   Shanks grabbed his throat and yelled a few words.

   "No matter what, I'll eat first before talking!"

  ……

  Time passes, four days are fleeting.

  In a blink of an eye, it was the moment of the final finals of the sword test.

  Unfortunately, the heavens are not beautiful, the weather is extremely gloomy, and the dark clouds are as thick as iron blocks.

  The sea breeze is strong, and the flowing air is mixed with the smell of moist sea water, which foreshadows the approaching heavy rain.

  But the bad weather did not affect the excitement of the melon-eating people on Toriyama Island.

   Learned the lessons of the swordsmanship battle between Mihawk and Shanks, as well as the estimation of the strength of "White Face".

The organizers of the   Sword Test Conference limited the venue for the finals to the top of a lonely mountain on the island.

  Although a lot of viewing seats have been temporarily transformed, the organizer recommends that the audience stay in a safe area on the island and watch the finals through the broadcast of the video phone worm.

  As for those spectators who are not afraid of death, the organizer will not prevent them from going to the lonely mountain to watch.

  Above the lonely mountain, the ground is flat and the field of vision is wide.

On the north side of the summit of    stands a boulder, and the final prize of the sword test is inserted upside down on this boulder.

  The golden straight-edged sword hilt is particularly prominent, with a large number of weird patterns inscribed on it, and more than ten round gems shining symmetrically.

  The huge blade is as white as snow, and there is almost no variegated color. Only the hazel pattern of the chaotic blade and heavy flower T-shaped can be seen clearly.

  This is the Big Knife 21 Work·White Knife·Night!

  Wearing [Void Face], Adrian stands on the right side, facing Mihawk in the air.

  Not seen in a few days, this swordsmanship is almost the only extreme swordsman in the sea, and his aura seems to have grown a little.

  But this is not surprising.

  After all, he experienced a top duel with Shanks, and he fully trimmed it for several days and digested his previous combat experience.

   With Mihawk’s talent, if his strength does not increase, there will be problems instead.

  Mihawk’s extremely sharp eyes stopped for a while on the impenetrable [virtual surface], and then fell on the samurai sword worn on the opponent's right waist.

  If it were the rest, perhaps they would ignore such trivial things.

   But they are both top swordsmen, and they are also known as "Eagle Eyes" for their outstanding eyesight.

  Mihawk will naturally not ignore Adrian’s weapon replacement.

  That's right!

In a few days, with the "white face" defeating the opponent step by step, the gorgeous scabbard that entered the final finals, the scabbard Ichigo, has quietly transformed into another scabbard with purple and white scabbards and A big sharp knife with a handle!

  Mihawk narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was extremely cold, like a sword.

   "Big Kuai Da Xian Yi Gong·Yu Dao·Second Generation Gui Toru."

  As a great swordsman, how could Mihawk fail to recognize the famous sword that was worn by Adrian on his waist? !

  With the help of this famous knife, Mihawk also completely locked the true identity of [White Face].

  The demon sword is ghostly, but the exclusive weapon of [White Ghost]!

  Adrian slowly drew out the second-generation Ghost Toru and held it in a handshake. The blade of the chaotic flame pattern showed a thorough and even dark color.

  Facing the final battle for the summit of the world's No. 1 swordsman.

  White Ghost finally chose the black sword, the second-generation Ghost Toru, who accompany him longer!

  But take off the vest now...

   is impossible!

   "Second-generation Ghost Toru? That is the legendary demon sword~"

   Adrian’s tone is almost the same as that of Mihawk when he questioned him as a white ghost half a month ago.

  　 Thank you very much for the reward of 500 starting coins of "sleeping like wind"! !

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)