Chapter 117

"Tsk tsk tsk~ Hawkeye! I heard you injured him. Is it true?"

Karl rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, it was published in the newspaper, how could it be fake? But Mihawk is indeed powerful. Although his physique isn't top-tier, his Haki and swordsmanship are truly strong!"

"If you ask me, the strongest among the Warlords are Mihawk and the tyrant Kuma."

Smoker blew a smoke ring and nodded in agreement: "That's true, but I think Crocodile should be quite strong too."

"I heard this guy once fought Douglas Bullet, a crew member of the Pirate King, to a draw, and he was even able to walk away unscathed after challenging Bai Huzi."

Karl looked at Smoker in shock, thinking to himself, when did a big-eyed guy like you start believing in rumors?

Unscathed? It was probably just that Bai Huzi wanted to take him as a son, but the Sand Crocodile wasn't willing, and Bai Huzi couldn't be bothered to hunt him down.

The credibility of such old stories exists, but not much.

Just looking at his experience, fighting Marco to a draw and narrowly losing to Hawkeye was already absurd enough, yet a bunch of people on the sea believed it firmly.

"Don't believe those rumors. I'm telling you, this kind of news is the most... damn it, this guy saw me!"

Smoker looked at Karl strangely, and then discovered that Mihawk was walking straight toward them, his sharp gaze looking at them without emotion—or more accurately, looking at Karl.

"You've become stronger again! I truly didn't misjudge you! Unfortunately..." After saying this, Mihawk shook his head in disappointment and turned to leave.

Karl naturally knew what Mihawk was disappointed about. It was a pity he couldn't draw his blade and have a fight with him right away!

"Phew~ This guy's gaze is truly frightening. By the way, Mihawk seems to value you quite a bit?"

Karl decisively shook his head: "No, he doesn't value me; he's purely bored. I'll have to avoid him a bit in the future."

At least until he mastered the art of slacking off, Karl had no interest in crossing swords with Hawkeye; it was thankless work.

And if he happened to win, that would be even worse. Given Mihawk's personality, he would likely push the title of "World's Greatest Swordsman" onto him directly.

If that happened, he would be faced with an endless stream of challengers. How would he be able to slack off happily then?

About half an hour later, the fat shut-in—no, the good guy—Gecko Moria arrived.

If it weren't for the fear that Moria would come to collect a debt, Karl would have loved to go and greet Comrade Moria personally.

What a good person! Giving away swords and helping him complete missions for free. Can't the other Warlords learn from him!

Smoker looked at Moria's bloated figure and couldn't help but sneer: "Hmph! This guy can also be a Warlord? The World Government's judgment really isn't that great!"

I won't allow you to talk about Moria-giegie like that! You have no idea how hard he works!

"Smoker, that's where you're wrong. There's a reason he can become a Warlord of the Sea. Don't look at Moria as chubby; his ability is not simple."

Smoker was suddenly interested: "Hearing you say that, have you crossed paths with him?"

"You bet. This guy is entrenched in the Florian Triangle, and his ability can actually resurrect the dead!"

Smoker looked at Moria in shock, then looked at Karl, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Resurrect the dead? This, how is this possible?"

Karl patted Smoker on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "The guys who can make a name for themselves on the sea are not that simple!"

Moria is a man who has gone head-to-head with Kaido! ===== CHAPTER 119 =====