One Piece: With Sign-in System

The two figures flickered across the battlefield.

A blood-red slash, stretching a thousand meters long, swept through the air, slicing through the base of a hundred-meter-high mountain with terrifying precision. The cut was impossibly smooth.

The mountain, like a giant with its legs severed, let out a thunderous roar as it collapsed.

The ground trembled violently.

After narrowly evading the slash with a nimble leap, Mihawk gripped Yoru with both hands mid-air, his hawk-like gaze sharp as a blade.

Buzz!

A pitch-black sword light, as deep as the night itself, flashed across the sky in an instant.

A devastating black slash, powerful enough to split the entire island in two, tore through the air with overwhelming sword pressure, bearing down on Ron, who stood below with his blood-red blade in hand.

Before the slash even landed, the suffocating force it carried had already pressed the earth down by a hundred meters in all directions, shattering stones and trees into dust.

Ron's long black hair and the hem of his coat flapped wildly under the violent air currents.

He adjusted his grip on his sword—Blood Moon—switching from one hand to both. Lifting the blade, radiating boundless killing intent and razor-sharp energy, he swung it upward to meet the incoming black slash.

A crimson arc, like a blood-drenched crescent moon, shot skyward.

The two devastating sword slashes collided!

BOOM!

The clash unleashed an earth-shattering explosion of sword pressure!

A colossal rift, stretching for thousands of meters, tore through the ground behind Ron. The cut was impossibly straight—only a single foot wide but plunging a hundred meters deep, the edges as smooth as if measured by a ruler.

At the same time, a thin, crystalline blood-red sword energy grazed past Mihawk's head, slicing through a mountain thousands of meters away. A straight cut appeared across its surface. Then, with a deep rumble, the upper half of the mountain slowly slid down, crashing into the earth with a deafening explosion.

Mihawk landed gracefully, his sharp eyes lowering to glance at his right sleeve, which had been neatly cut open by Ron's sword energy. His gaze lifted toward the blood-red blade in Ron's hand, narrowing slightly.

"You are indeed a worthy opponent."

Ron smirked as a faint sword mark ran across his cheek.

"For the world's greatest swordsman to say that, I'll take it as a compliment."

Mihawk's gaze sharpened, his grip on Yoru tightening.

"You have the right to challenge my title as the world's strongest swordsman." His voice carried a weighty determination. "Traveler Ron, face me as a true swordsman and fight me with everything you have!"

He had stood at the pinnacle of the sword for too long, waiting for this moment, for this battle.

Ron let out a light chuckle.

"As you wish... but let's not take too long. I still have things to do."

His figure flickered—disappearing from sight!

Mihawk's hawk-like eyes instantly tracked him. Without hesitation, he raised Yoru in a defensive stance.

Clang!

A blood-red arc carved a flawless trajectory through the air, striking Yoru's blade with overwhelming force!

The impact shattered the ground behind Mihawk, creating a deep, trench-like crater that stretched for hundreds of meters.

Mihawk was forced back dozens of meters.

Without pause, he gripped Yoru and swung it in a sweeping motion from left to right.

A pitch-black slash, rippling like waves on a midnight sea, shot toward Ron.

Ron flickered out of its path in an instant.

The slash did not stop—it swept across the entire island, continuing far beyond, tearing through the sky.

Far in the distance, above the floating Baratie, a colossal black sword arc cut across the sky, splitting apart the drifting clouds.

A heartbeat later, a blood-red slash shot back from that direction, striking the ocean tens of thousands of meters away.

The impact carved a rift a thousand meters long and several hundred meters deep into the sea.

Seawater cascaded violently into the abyss.

The ocean roared in defiance as towering waves surged toward Baratie, nearly flipping the entire floating restaurant over!

Witnessing such a battle firsthand, feeling its terrifying aftershocks, everyone who was present couldn't help but shudder at the sheer power on display.

This was just the residual force from a duel between two swordsmen!

On this day, within a radius of hundreds of miles centered around the deserted island—

The residents of the surrounding islands, Marines patrolling the waters, pirates sailing through, and even passing merchant ships—

All of them could see the crimson sword aura piercing through the sky, as well as the pitch-black slashes that occasionally swept across the heavens.

It was a battle that shook the world!

The sky, the earth, and even the sea—under their sword strikes—seemed as fragile as sheets of paper, sliced apart at will by a pair of unseen hands wielding blades.

From noon until nightfall, the duel between the two top swordsmen of the world raged on.

Their sword pressure surged to the heavens. Their sword intent shifted unpredictably. Their spirit roared like a storm, merging with the rhythm of the world, the breath of all things—

And then, all of it condensed into the blades in their hands.

With an indomitable will, each strike they unleashed carried the culmination of their swordsmanship, the essence of their very being.

This was the purest form of combat between the strongest swordsmen—

Even Haki had not been used to attack.

The deserted island was gradually shattered by their duel.

What was once a singular landmass had been broken apart into seven smaller islands and one larger island, forming an uninhabited archipelago.

By the time night fell, the battle came to an end, ending in a draw.

…

Under a vast, starry sky, the moon hung high.

A lone coffin boat drifted slowly across the pitch-black waters.

At the bow of the boat, Dracule Mihawk stood with Yoru, the world's strongest black blade, strapped to his back.

At the stern, Ron lay reclined, lazily drinking from his Endless Wine Jug.

"Want a drink?"

Ron tilted his flask towards Mihawk, offering with a grin.

Mihawk turned his head slightly, glancing at Ron. After a moment, he reached out his hand.

Catching the flask Ron tossed over, Mihawk took a swig. After savoring the taste, he gave a slight nod.

"This is good wine."

"Right?"

Ron chuckled at the rare praise.

Mihawk took another sip before tossing the flask back to Ron. As he did, he casually asked,

"You know that brat, Zoro?"

Ron, still lying at the stern with his eyes closed, took a slow sip before answering,

"Yeah. We used to train at the same dojo. He's got potential. I think he's worth keeping an eye on."

Mihawk made no comment.

He, too, saw potential in the green-haired swordsman—but at the moment, Zoro was still far too weak, nowhere near worthy of standing before him.

Unlike the man in front of him.

"Are you planning to take him as your disciple?"

Ron smirked.

Mihawk shook his head. "I may have time to spare, but not that much. Besides, his will isn't firm enough yet. His swordsmanship is still lacking—he's not worthy of my guidance."

Ron chuckled. "So, what you're saying is… maybe in the future?"

Mihawk adjusted the hat on his head, his voice calm as he gazed into the night.

"Who knows?"

Ron burst into laughter.

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T/N:

If any of you know a good Chinese fanfiction that has been dropped, let me know in the comments! Please include the original title if possible. I'll see if I can continue the novel.