Chapter 13: Not Naming Moves Is Just Normal Attack

Bai Bai Sea, Gate of Heaven.

Finally setting foot on land, Mihawk pulled out his black blade, Yoru: "Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen, draw your sword."

Perhaps because Mihawk, at nineteen, had not yet reached the pinnacle of the world's greatest swordsman, Saint Saint Saiwen was spared the humiliation of being bested by Mihawk's small blade.

Ding~ Ding~ Ding~

The two instantly exchanged three slashes, a warm-up.

Feeling Saint Saint Saiwen's growing strength, Mihawk remarked: "A sword with only power has no depth."

After brief combat, Mihawk grew even more curious about the unsharpened blade in Saint Saint Saiwen's hand, its surface glowing with purple light.

Even in blade strength alone, it was no weaker than his own Yoru, one of the Twelve Supreme Grade Swords.

A Supreme Grade Sword never seen before?

Then Saint Saint Saiwen wrapped his blade in black-red Conqueror's Haki, crackling with Lei Ting.

This sight made Mihawk's eyelid twitch, his hawk-like eyes sharpening further.

"Conqueror's Haki wrapping? What a freak."

Over these years at sea, Mihawk had challenged many sword masters in pursuit of the Dao, yet never encountered anything like this.

No Armament or Observation Haki—yet he applies Conqueror's Haki to the level of Haki Wrapping.

It can't even be called a specialization!

What kind of audacity could produce such a freak?

No wonder he became a member of the Pirate King's crew, no wonder he found the final island and the Great Treasure.

Both swung their blades, releasing flying slashes—one purple, one green.

But compared to Mihawk's green slash, capable of cleaving through the cloud sea, Saint Saint Saiwen's purple slash looked somewhat miniature.

Yet its power displayed a compact, fierce intensity.

After all, it was Conqueror's Haki wrapping, amplified by 100% by Mengxiang Yixin.

Since Saint Saint Saiwen had not awakened Armament or Observation Haki, he could only predict Mihawk's moves by sensing electromagnetic waves in the air.

Simultaneously, he could not enhance his attack or defense with Armament Haki.

In short, relying on Haki Wrapping and his Devil Fruit ability, Saint Saint Saiwen's offensive power had already reached the top tier of the Grand Line.

As for defense… better not mention it.

Unless he could elevate Conqueror's Haki to a higher level—Conqueror's Haki Armor.

Before his crossing, the only man in the pirate world known to have used Conqueror's Haki Armor was the true man, Rocks.

Boom~

After being blasted dozens of meters by Mihawk, Saint Saint Saiwen wiped blood from his lip with the back of his hand: "Sure enough, battle is the best training."

This fight with Mihawk.

Not only had it fully integrated the swordmaster cultivation experience imprinted in his mind, but even the newly acquired Wu Xiang Yi Dao cultivation experience showed signs of merging.

Moreover, swordsmanship and the Thunder-Rain Fruit ability were beginning to produce a subtle chemical reaction.

For instance, when slashing out flying attacks, streams of thunder dragons followed the blade aura.

Another example: during blade clashes, Saint Saint Saiwen used electric currents to stimulate his body, spiking adrenaline and significantly boosting strength and reaction speed.

Clang~ Clang~ Clang~

The two fought from night into day, utterly unaware of fatigue.

Strangely, neither called out the names of their dazzling techniques.

Mihawk: I don't name my moves—that's just normal attack.

Saint Saint Saiwen: Me too!

Yet ultimately, it was due to insufficient foundation.

After eight hours of exchanging blows, Saint Saint Saiwen collapsed first, gasping for breath.

In this battle between a Great Swordsman and a Swordsman, Mihawk held back severely.

They were four years apart in age; Saint Saint Saiwen's innate physique was average, he often went hungry as a child, and during his six years on the Luo Jie Pirates, he learned a wide but scattered array of skills.

To reach this point was already extraordinary.

But with innate strength and a bottomless stomach—or rather, with the System—Saint Saint Saiwen lacked only time to develop; given enough time, he could Overturn the World.

Mihawk sheathed Yoru and reached out to pull Saint Saint Saiwen up: "Good. You've improved."

Perhaps in five… two years, this guy could become a worthy opponent.

Just as Saint Saint Saiwen was about to continue bonding with Master Mihawk, an untimely voice suddenly rang out: "Captain, someone's coming."

From the jungle emerged a group of warriors.

The Golden Land was originally part of Gaya Island; four hundred years ago, it was swept up into Bai Bai Sea by a massive upward current.

The Sky Islanders discovered this land, triggering a four-century war between them and the native Shandia people over territory.

The group of natives before Saint Saint Saiwen, each with small wings sprouting from their backs, were the Shandia people; one, a chieftain-like warrior, cautiously asked:

"Saint Saint Saiwen?"

Someone he knew? Saint Saint Saiwen studied the man; a memory from two years ago surfaced.

"Karpa? Long time no see."

Karpa was a descendant of Karugara, a great Shandia warrior from four hundred years ago.

Two years ago, the Luo Jie Pirates came to the Sky Island and found the historical text stone inscribed with information about the ancient weapon, Sea King Poseidon.

They had met the Shandia warrior Karpa and the sixth-generation Sky Island god, Gan Fuer.

After a warm embrace, Karpa asked: "Have you found the Great Treasure? Where are Captain Luo Jie and the others? Why are you alone?"

Saint Saint Saiwen briefly recounted, selectively, what had happened after leaving the Sky Island.

"Who would have thought a man like Captain Luo Jie would choose to turn himself in."

"We all respect the Captain's choice. What about you? Do you still fight with Gan Forr and the others often?"

Kalpa shook his head: "Things have quieted down for a while. Let's go back and hold a banquet."

"Now that you mention it, I'm hungry again."

In the pirate world, holding a banquet was just like eating dumplings during festivals in the north of Saint Saint Saiwen's past life—

If we're in a good mood, let's hold a banquet.

If we're in a bad mood, let's hold a banquet.

On the journey with the Luo Jie Pirates to find the Great Treasure, Saint Saint Saiwen made many friends; the main reason he was remembered among the many crew members was his exquisite cooking skills.

Making new friends requires a banquet, and a banquet naturally cannot be without fine food and wine.

As the chief cook of the Luo Jie Pirates, Saint Saint Saiwen used fine food and wine not only to conquer the crew members but also to conquer friends from all walks of life.

When passing the location of the Great Golden Pillar, Saint Saint Saiwen feigned surprise: "Where is that pillar?!"

Kalpa looked gloomy: "Don't mention it. It was just stolen last night."

"Nani?!"

Saint Saint Saiwen gestured exaggeratedly with his hands: "How could such a huge golden pillar be moved away?"

"Who knows?" Kalpa continued to complain: "We fainted for no reason several times last night; it must have been stolen during one of those moments."

Hearing this, Mihawk glanced at Saint Saint Saiwen without showing any emotion, feeling that the matter was not that simple.

That guy came up last night; the Great Golden Pillar was stolen last night. The truth... is about to emerge.

However, judging from the traces on the ground, the so-called Great Golden Pillar was indeed very large, so how did Saint Saint Saiwen steal it?

And where did he put it?

Mihawk was becoming more and more interested in Saint Saint Saiwen, this man of mystery.

Cloud Village is a village built on the island clouds after the Shandia people's homeland was occupied by the Sky Island God 400 years ago; it still maintains a primitive appearance with tribal tents, totems, and so on.

At the grand banquet, Saint Saint Saiwen got back to his job and once again conquered the Shandians with his cooking skills.

"Saint Saint Saiwen, I can finally eat the food you cook again."

During the period after the Luo Jie Pirates left the Sky Island, the Shandians who were fortunate enough to attend the banquet back then had no good words for the tribe's chefs for a long time.

Both are chefs; others' cooking leaves a lingering aftertaste, while yours is simply a waste of ingredients.

"Saint Saint Saiwen, what is the purpose of your visit this time?"

Saint Saint Saiwen put down his wine glass: "I am preparing to go talk to Gan Forr to make your two tribes stop fighting. You are all descendants of the Moon People; what's the point of killing each other?"

Immediately, a Shandia warrior shouted.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. We will absolutely not worship that guy as a god."

Saint Saint Saiwen smiled calmly: "I know. Then..."

"How about I become your god?"