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Chapter 173: Two Won Challenge Mihawk – Battle Ignites!

A massive slash cut through the sky like a divine judgnt.

It surged straight toward Whitebeard, threatening to tear him apart.

"Boom!"

"Hawkeye Mihawk!"

"Even if you’re the strongest swordsman in the world, I won’t let you touch Pops!"

Jozu stepped forward in an instant, transforming his body into shimring diamond. He intercepted the slash head-on.

The devastating blow was completely blocked.

At that mont, Vista—hardened through intense training under Ryuunosuke’s command—charged forward.

"Flower Sword Vista?!"

"Clang!"

Mihawk casually raised his black blade, Yoru, parrying Vista’s twin swords with apparent ease.

After all, he was the world’s strongest swordsman.

"Hmph..."

Vista moved with seamless speed. Without warning, he reached into his coat and tossed a handful of rose petals at Mihawk.

"What the—?"

Caught off guard, Mihawk instinctively dodged. He had no idea what those petals might be—so secret technique, perhaps. Vista was the "Flower Sword," after all.

But the petals were strangely dense... and completely odorless.

Cautiously, Mihawk touched one with the edge of Yoru.

"They’re... just regular rose petals?"

His expression darkened.

"Are all of Whitebeard’s crew this pathetic?"

"You dare insult my Black Blade Yoru with such childish tricks... prepare to be cut down."

Mihawk’s eyes sharpened with fury. Petals? Really?

He considered Vista more of a clown than a swordsman now. Should’ve been called Showoff Vista.

Fueled by anger, Mihawk struck back with overwhelming force.

Vista was quickly overwheld—not because he was weak, but because Mihawk was just that terrifying. Every swing of Mihawk’s blade felt like a fully-charged finishing move.

"How do you even fight sothing like this?!"

Suddenly, a calm but firm voice cut through the tension.

"Isshin-ryu: Flow!"

It was Kuina.

"Burn."

Aka joined her, charging into the fray.

Kuina skillfully deflected Mihawk’s strike, neutralizing its force with Isshin-ryu’s guiding technique.

In that narrow window, Aka struck with surgical precision.

"Clang!"

Their blades clashed. Mihawk, for the first ti in the fight, paused his relentless assault.

"The Dragon Hunter Pirates... Kuina. Aka."

"So you’re—"

"Swish!"

Before Mihawk could finish, the two launched another coordinated strike.

He was taken aback.

Not only had soone dared to interrupt him mid-sentence, but they were actively pressuring him. No respect for his usual theatrics.

Mihawk was no stranger to posturing—he built his identity on being untouchable. But Aka? She only knew how to kill.

And Kuina—she wasn’t fighting just to win. She was absorbing Mihawk’s swordsmanship, integrating it into her own.

Every clash taught her sothing new.

They didn’t care about death. In fact, neither of them feared it.

Because before setting out, they had already entrusted their blood to Ryuunosuke. With resurrection assured, they fought recklessly—without hesitation.

The boldness of their assault left everyone stunned.

Even Vista, still holding his dual swords, stood awkwardly on the sidelines, unsure of what to do next.

But no one was more shaken than Mihawk himself.

Their swordsmanship wasn’t on par with his, but their will surpassed his own.

He ca seeking a duel—to challenge Whitebeard’s rumored swordsn, to test their ttle.

But these two... they weren’t here to test anything.

They were here to die—or to kill without hesitation.

What kind of training forged such monsters?

His gaze drifted toward the massive, ominous ship hovering over the battlefield.

The ship of the Dragon Hunter Pirates.

And standing at its helm... Ryuunosuke.

This wasn’t just another era born from the Navy’s incompetence.

No—Mihawk now understood.

This man was the real deal.

---

anwhile, on the battlefield...

"Sengoku, it seems negotiations are off the table."

"Then we fight!"

Whitebeard’s declaration echoed like thunder.

Ace wasted no ti, charging forward.

"That’s Fire Fist Ace!"

"Stop him now—!"

"Swish!"

Before they could react, Admiral Aokiji stepped forward.

With a calm wave of his hand, the sea before him rose and instantly froze.

"Ice Spear!"

Massive ice spikes—thick as palace pillars—shot toward Ace like missiles.

"White Emperor Fla God!"

Ace brought his palms together, summoning intense blue-white flas.

The fire burst downward, lting the ice into nothingness.

He landed on the frozen sea, blue-white fire swirling around him, distorting the very air.

Gasps rippled through the battlefield.

Ace’s power had grown—far beyond what their intel had suggested.

"Navy!"

"This is the Whitebeard Pirates’ family matter. Stay out of it."

"Or else..."

"Fire Fist!"

Ace unleashed another blast.

This ti, the flas weren’t just blue-white—they had hints of cyan, burning hotter than ever.

Even Aokiji took it seriously.

He raised a massive ice wall to shield himself. It worked—but only barely.

The wall lted under the pressure.

"Tch."

Marco joined the fray, followed by the rest of Whitebeard’s crew.

The battlefield exploded into a chaotic lee.

---

Not far away...

Doflamingo approached a silent figure.

"Fufufufu... let’s make a deal."

"Join . Whitebeard’s unprotected. If we team up, we can take him down!"

Doflamingo grinned at the emotionless man in front of him—Tendo Pain.

But Yahiko rely turned and asked quietly:

"Have you ever... felt pain?"

Doflamingo’s smirk froze.

He thought Pain was just another one of the Seven Warlords. He thought he could manipulate him.

But that single word—pain—cut deep.

He rembered everything.

Once a Celestial Dragon. Now reduced to a warlord. A lost family. A dying mother. A father he killed himself. A brother he had to put down.

Pain?

He lived in it.

"So you don’t want to work together..."

"Next ti, I’ll kill you."

Doflamingo turned to leave, his tone colder than before.

"Kill ?"

"Shinra Tensei."

Pain raised his hand.

Doflamingo’s body was yanked forward uncontrollably by the repulsive force.

"Five-Color Strings!"

Doflamingo struck back instantly, slicing through the air.

Behind him, Bartholow Kuma raised a paw, charging a shockwave.

Before diplomacy could even begin, war broke out between the Warlords themselves.

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