Although he didn't say anything, the terrifying thunder said everything.
With slightly narrowed eyes, Koushiro looked at the tyrannical monarch in front of him who was known as the world's strongest.
He didn't dare to move.
That's right, I just don't dare to move.
No matter how arrogant Koushiro is, he will never think that he is Chen Fan's opponent.
The great swordsman is not afraid of his enemies, but that doesn't mean he likes to seek death.
Chen Fan walked forward slowly, with a smile on his lips and playing with the thunder in his hand.
The meaning seems to be telling Koushiro, do it, you dare to try it.
After hesitating for a moment, Koushiro chose to turn around and leave. He really didn't dare to do anything.
This is the strongest intimidation in the world, even if Koushiro is a great swordsman, his strength is close to that of an elite general.
But so what? Standing in front of him, he was the strongest in this sea.
He doesn't like to die.
"Felade goes and brings Shiliu down for treatment."
Afterwards, Chen Fan ordered to Ferad who was standing beside him.
At this moment, Xiliu was covered in blood and had already reached his limit. When Ferad came on stage, he passed out directly.
Seeing the unconscious Shiliu, Ferad shook his head. He didn't expect the squinting eyes to be so strong.
He actually beat Shiliu like this.
After Ferad brought Xi Liu down, Chen Fan also used the ability of thunder, and wisps of thunder entered his body and stimulated the cells.
Helping him slowly repair his injuries.
On the other side, Mihawk raised his eyes and looked at Koushiro, who was tying a bandage on himself.
His injuries are not serious and he may not be able to recover in half an hour.
Facing Mihawk's gaze, Koushiro smiled slightly. He was also looking forward to fighting with this powerful swordsman.
Time passed slowly, and soon, half an hour passed.
The young man, like before, stood on the boulder ring.
Only this time, he didn't ask anyone to come up and draw number plates.
Because this time, the journey to become the world's greatest swordsman has come to an end, and there are only two great swordsmen left.
"Now please two of us come up to decide the winner."
The young man carrying the famous sword said to the two of them.
Mihawk looked at Koushiro again. He found that Koushiro's current state was only seventy-eight percent at best, and half an hour was not enough to restore him to his peak state.
This is not allowed for Mihawk who likes to challenge powerful swordsmen.
He hoped that in this final battle, he would defeat Koushiro at his peak strength.
At this moment, Koushiro just smiled slightly. He knew that in his current state, he was probably no match for Mihawk.
But so what? Isn't Roy much weaker than Shiliu?
Strictly speaking, the fact that he was so seriously injured was not due to lack of strength.
Soon, Koushiro stood up and walked onto the boulder ring in the middle.
Mihawk did not hesitate when he saw this, and followed him onto the boulder ring.
However, Mihawk did not choose to draw the supreme sharp knife when he went up.
Instead, he looked directly at Koushiro with eyes as sharp as an eagle, "Recover. I want to defeat you at your peak, not the injured you now."
Mihawk said slowly.
Hearing these words, Koushiro's expression changed. He did not expect that Mihawk would let him recover slowly.
You know, in his current state, he has a high chance of defeating him.
At that time, he will be awarded the honor of being the world's greatest swordsman, an honor that all great swordsmen want to have.
However, Mihawk didn't seem to take this very seriously.
Without being pretentious, Koushiro immediately sat down and started eating something to regain his strength.
The swordsmen below saw this scene and sincerely admired Mihawk.
They are thinking that most of them may not be able to do this because they value honor more than the swordsmanship itself.
"Let me go, why did the vice-captain let Koushiro recover like this? Isn't now the best time to defeat him?"
Ferad curled his lips in confusion.
"What do you know, dead cat? What the deputy captain cares about is the swordsmanship itself. What he cares about is whether he can become stronger, not a false reputation."
Monet rolled his eyes at Ferard.
Perona below looked at Mihawk with admiration. She didn't know why, but at this moment, she seemed to like Mihawk.
Time passes, and an hour passes quickly.
In the sky, weak raindrops began to fall, tick tick tick!
However, given the physical fitness of everyone, this ordinary small raindrop is nothing to them.
At this time, Koushiro also stood up.
His physical strength and injuries have almost recovered.
"You are a respectable opponent. I will use my strongest strength in this battle."
Koushiro narrowed his eyes and looked at Mihawk with fighting intent.
"That's perfect."
Mihawk also pulled out the supreme sharp sword in his hand, and the sword energy and will in his body completely burst out.
At the same time, Koushiro also did not hesitate to draw his famous sword, and the surging sword intent radiated out.
"Clang!"
