Chapter 69: Kuina vs. Mihawk
The aftermath of yesterday's trial still lingered in the air a quiet hum of awe and disbelief from the civilians who had witnessed battles that shattered their understanding of human power.
Yet today, something even more fateful awaited.
A new storm was brewing, not of destruction, but of steel, will, and pride.
In the heart of the kingdom's colossal battle arena, built upon an ancient, floating platform forged from obsidian and blessed wood, two figures stood at its center. The open sky stretched above them, the distant clouds darkening as if nature itself sensed the impending clash.
On one side stood Dracule Mihawk, the World's Greatest Swordsman — his cold, hawk-like gaze as sharp as his obsidian-black blade, Yoru, which rested on his shoulder. His presence was calm, unfazed by fear, yet undeniably tense with anticipation. His level is top pseudo-Emperor level, able to rival Shanks' swordsmanship. If Shanks were to use his Conqueror's Haki, the outcome would be unknown
On the other stood Kuina, the rising Sword Saint of the Voidreign Pirates — mid-tier Emperor level, her aura fierce and burning, a reflection of boundless resolve. Her obsidian-blue blade shimmered in the sunlight, and every fiber of her being radiated focused killing intent.
At the perimeter of the arena, Jessie arrived, standing with arms crossed, his face calm but his observation haki locked onto the battle. The den den mushis captured every moment, It was broadcast across the entire Voidreign Kingdom.
Even Morgan, still devouring dishes from Jessie's kitchen, refused to leave the kingdom, his eyes wide as saucers. "This... this might surpass even the old legends," he muttered between bites.
The crowd held its breath.
The atmosphere tightened.
A deafening silence fell.