Chapter 67: Hawk-Eye War Against Soron

  "Hopody-sama, you seem to be concerned about the people on that small boat?" Fuyunikusu didn't see the slash of the Eagle Eye in the dense fog and asked suspiciously.

  "Ah, that's Eagle Eye."

  "Huh? Is that Mihawk?" Although Fuyinix was a vase, it didn't mean she didn't know about the Eagle Eye, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea and the world's greatest swordsman. Her face showed surprise, followed by fear.

  Hobbit saw the expression on her face: "I'd better send you back to the warship first!"

  "Hmm... okay." Fionix hesitated for a moment, but seeing Hoboldi's solemn expression, she acquiesced.

  The two left the Barati restaurant and returned to the warship by boat, only to see that the naval soldiers were lying on the deck, while the figure of Krieger, the commander of the pirate team who was previously tied up, had disappeared.

  "Commander, I'm deeply sorry... We couldn't stop Kaito..." Woods lay on the ground, covered in wounds, speaking with difficulty.

  Hobbit grunted, feeling somewhat displeased. Indeed, it was inevitable that such a blunder would occur without capable subordinates, and this wasn't the first or second time either.

  But to be honest, the East Sea, known as a "symbol of peace", sometimes certain islands almost never see pirates all year round. Without the pressure of danger, the training of soldiers in these branches naturally became lax.

  It's almost impossible to make these soldiers as good as the elite in the Navy HQ. The Navy HQ, Maldives, is an island nation that faces life and death crises every moment, so the soldiers trained there are naturally extremely hardworking under the threat of life and death.

  It's really too difficult to continue these requirements on soldiers who have no sense of crisis and are used to being lazy.

  Hobbit wanted to say something, but thinking of Matt's death eight months ago, he didn't say anything more: "Never mind, just run away then."

  "I'm sorry..."

  Hobbit gazed at the massive ship wreckage just a few dozen meters away and descended onto the warship again.

  At the same time, Barati restaurant first floor deck.

  "That's right, those eyes, the cross on his chest, and that huge black sword behind him..." The straw hat gang who had just arrived in Baratie, Roronoa Zoro's eyes were burning with intensity as he stared at Hawk Eye not far away.

  "Hey, Soron! What's wrong with you?!" Usopp's legs were trembling as he stared at the scene before him. First, it was their commander, Hopperdomo, who had mysteriously appeared here, then the East Sea Admiral Krieg's pirate fleet showed up, and now a monstrous swordsman who could split Krieg's pirate ship with one slash had arrived.

  "There's no mistake, he is the man I've been searching for since I set sail!" Roronoa Zoro stepped firmly onto the floating wreckage of the ship's deck.

  The eagle-eyed man glanced around, and the first thing that caught his attention was a young boy wearing a straw hat. Next were the naval warships, followed by Redfoot Zeff, and finally, the green-haired swordsman in front of him. Looking at the opponent's youthful yet ambitious eyes, a hint of mockery flashed across Eagle Eye's face.

  Another challenger who doesn't know when to give up!

  "I've been searching for you since I set sail, and this ship was cut by you just now, right? What an impressive swordsmanship." Sanji looked at the smooth cutting edge, his eyes filled with admiration.

  "Hawk's eyes raised an eyebrow: 'Consider it a way to pass the time!'"

  "Since you're so free, why don't we have a sword fight!" Roronoa Zoro slowly drew out the three swords at his waist, with the white sword clenched between his teeth and the other two held in each hand.

  "Three Swords Style? A hint of doubt flashed through Eagle Eye's mind, but it was quickly dispelled: "You're the Three Swords Style swordsman from East Blue, pirate hunter Roronoa Zoro, right? Alright! Let's just pass the time."

  Killing time? Sauron was somewhat dissatisfied in his heart.

  Eagle Eye stood up from his chair and jumped to the opposite side of Soron, slowly pulling out a small knife from the front end of the cross on his chest.

  Suolong was taken aback, his face rapidly darkening: "What do you mean?" It wasn't just being underestimated, but thoroughly despised.

  "Eagle Eye sneered, 'Although you're a famous swordsman from the East Sea, the East Sea is also the weakest of the four seas. Let alone the Great Navigation Route. To deal with you, I don't even need to use my Black Blade. This small knife will suffice.'"

  Zuo Long's face was shrouded in a layer of gloom, his face twisted in extreme anger and yet smiling: "You'll be the one I'll chop down later, don't regret it!"

  In an instant, Suo Long's figure burst out from the wreckage of the deck and rushed right in front of Ying Yan.

  "Oni Kiru!"

  Clang!

  Just like a cat teasing an old mouse, the small knife of the cross was pressed against the key point of Soron's three knives, making him unable to exert his strength. Soron's eyes widened in surprise, as he had never been countered by such a move before, and yet this small knife completely blocked it.

  "What, can you only brag?" Eagle Eye sneered with a raised corner of his mouth.

  "Tiger Hunting!" Zoro's anger reached its peak, and he withdrew his three swords before striking again.

  However, the result was still the same as before. The opponent seemed to be able to anticipate his weakness this time and defend against his move in that instant.

  How detestable! Is there no power of resistance at all?

  Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! After Solon's second move was parried, his mind was already in disarray. He thought back to the promise he made as a child and wondered what he was doing now.

  The three swords danced wildly, swinging habitually as if returning to the years past, the smile on the opposite side was also the same as before, as if saying.

  "You're still so weak, Sanji."

  How hateful!

  Zoro relentlessly charged towards Eagle Eye with a slash.

  But it was just a small knife, and Eagle Eye's three-sword style against Soron was easily parried.

  It was like a scene of a cat playing with an old mouse, stunning all the onlookers nearby.

  "The famous pirate hunter of the East Blue, Roronoa Zoro, was completely helpless against that man."

  "It's completely one-sided crushing power!"

  How hateful! How hateful!

  What a joke! I didn't spend all this time training just to be toyed with in a match like this!

  "What a mad sword, is that all you've got?" Eagle Eye mocked with his usual elegance, and suddenly, under Roronoa Zoro's large-scale attack, he seized the opportunity to grab the opening, jumped back behind Zoro, and stabbed a small knife into Zoro's back.

  Hmph!

  Fresh blood immediately dyed the white shirt red, Soron half-knelt on the ground, staring tightly at the pair of eagle-like eyes in front of him.

  For a long time...

  "I understand."

  "Huh?" Eagle Eye was taken aback.

  Solon slowly stood up from the ground, tied on a green headscarf, and stared at the opposite side with a pair of determined eyes. Those eyes, eagle eyes, had been seen in countless swordsmen who challenged him.

  Is it just being played like this, yet still not losing the will to fight in one's eyes?