Chapter 530

At first, Baji also felt this method was flashy and lacked substance, but after a series of coincidences, he suddenly felt it was feasible.

However, he had also encountered his own problems now. The reason it was safe and sound along the way was, first, because his fame was indeed sufficient, and ordinary Imperial Court generals were unwilling to provoke him.

After all, in their eyes, he was a monster on the same level as Xiang Kesi.

They were fellow disciples, after all; even if he wasn't as good, he couldn't be much worse.

Of course, the most important thing was that they were picking up scraps behind Luffy.

Looking at it along the way, it seemed like they were acting as backup for Wang Lufei, but in reality, they were just picking up cheap wins.

But now that Luffy was stuck in front, Baji found it difficult to move forward or retreat, falling into a dilemma.

Yet, his fanatical subordinates were still urging him on. It could only be said that he had been put on the spot again.

"Stop shouting! I have my own rhythm..."

Baji appeared a bit irritable at this moment. He was wondering whether to grit his teeth and move up to build some presence.

However, the next moment, he only felt a sword light soar into the sky.

Seeing Mihawk before him, who seemed to have no patience left, he swung the Tai'e Sword in his hand. With himself as the center, he unleashed a wave of black Qi within a hundred-meter radius.

In an instant, the air seemed to go silent.

This sword strike was aimed at Wang Lufei, but it wasn't aimed at him alone.

It simultaneously radiated a strange aura, as if it could shock everyone present.

All buildings within a hundred-meter radius snapped in response. Everyone within that hundred-meter radius was so scared that they knelt on the ground, trembling.

This was still Mihawk giving a warning in advance; otherwise, the power of this sword strike would have left no survivors within a hundred miles.

Wang Lufei opened his mouth wide, leaning on the ground with his hands, gasping for air.

At that moment just now, he truly felt death.

Is this the strongest swordsman in the Jianghu? It is truly terrifying.

"Forget it, forget it, fame and all that are not important anymore!"

"Better not move up!"

Baji, who had just intended to risk it all for a fight, immediately retreated.

In the current situation, Baji always wanted to complain whenever he encountered trouble, wishing he hadn't wasted his cultivation base back then.

However, everyone could understand this as human nature; the events of the past indeed seemed a bit regrettable now.

But facing Mihawk, Baji couldn't say such things.

He felt that even if he hadn't wasted his cultivation base and had kept practicing until now, he probably wouldn't necessarily be a match for the kid in front of him.

He suddenly thought of his senior brother. He had once heard rumors that Mihawk had gone to challenge his senior brother, and the result was a draw.

This was very terrifying. Although Baji hated this senior brother of his, he had to admit that his senior brother was truly a genius rarely seen in the Jianghu in a thousand years.

And back then, he was also consistently a cut above him.

"It should only be that he is on par with my senior brother in terms of swordplay!"

Baji comforted himself, having completely lost any intention of moving forward.

When the gap in strength was too vast, he felt that even supreme luck couldn't save him.

Mihawk's performance completely captured everyone's attention, especially his temperament.

Everyone appeared somewhat silent, but no one dared to step forward to provoke him.

This guy was indeed a bit annoying, but he really couldn't be messed with anymore.

"I still underestimated this guy!"

Squeezing the sand in his hand, Old Sha's eyes revealed a look of wariness.

He didn't have much interaction with Mihawk. He didn't expect this person's strength to be so terrifying.

"Heh, if it's someone like this, they might barely be qualified to cooperate with me!"

Tang Mingge's face immediately fell.

This remark by Old Sha could be considered a public slap in the face.

But he didn't dare to criticize Mihawk, so for a moment, he was actually frozen in place, somewhat at a loss.

【Brothers, type 'Clown' on the public screen!】

【I'm dying of laughter; I actually felt a bit of a cuckold plot!】

【This Tang Mingge's presence was still very high just now, but this one sentence from Old Sha completely destroyed his presence!】

【Mm-hmm, quite strong, very strong, but useless; feels inferior to Mihawk.】

【He's so arrogant, it puts a lot of pressure on the other Seven Warlords!】

【Sigh, can only say the resistance to saving Ace has increased again; it's still a huge mountain!】

【It's fine, Mihawk didn't use his full strength either; he's just focused on hammering Wang Lufei and won't join the main battlefield.】

【If you ask me, Mihawk is just too particular; why reason so much with the Imperial Court? They're just bullying you, Old Mi, for being an intellectual.】

Tang Mingge felt at this moment that he had become the center of attention, only as a clown.

Furious, he no longer held back; I don't dare to provoke Mihawk, but I don't dare to hammer you?

You, Sha Zhen'e, I think I've given you too much face!

"Sandstorm!"

Old Sha also lost his temper for real now. Who did he offend along the way? He just wanted to deal with Whitebeard; why was someone always blocking him?

The battlefield became completely chaotic, and everyone seemed to be fighting with real fire, only the targets had changed somewhat.

Standing on the high platform, War Buddha scanned the entire field and frowned slightly; even he, known as the wise general, could not control this chaotic overall situation.

What on earth are these big shots doing? Completely incomprehensible.

Old Sha was indeed strengthened. Seeing him lift his hand slightly, wild sand filled the sky and wind and clouds swirled; the same move was much stronger than when he was in Palestine, and that was a desert!

With large-scale attacks like his, there would be many innocent victims.

For example, a certain Great God Baji who was still thinking.

He truly achieved being shaken to death directly by the aftermath.

But Baji expressed, what can he do? In front is Mihawk slashing around.

Behind is Old Sha, either blowing wind or blowing sand.

Caught in the middle, he really had no temper at all.

【Good, a direct aftermath shook this clown to death; let's see what you little White-Beard fans have to say now!】

【Laughing to death, brother; I said long ago that relying on luck won't get you far; how about that, revealed your true colors, right!】

【Laughing to death, someone was actually shaken by the aftermath, ah, White-Beard fans, speak up!】

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【Impossible, according to the laws of supreme luck, how could he be grazed by the aftermath? This is unscientific; this is a problem with the setting!】

【The hardcore fans of Great God Baji say this will be a heavy day, but after thinking carefully, they calmed down; no, it's a trap! Perhaps it's some novel trick!】

【Forget it! White-Beard fans, wake up! A lucky contestant reaching this point is already good enough! This funny character should have revealed his true colors long ago! Being able to pretend until now is already the author's deep love for him!】

The haters had already started to carnival.

Isn't the scene before them just a hard slap in the face to those lucky contestants?

Sure enough, those prisoners who followed Baji before immediately realized something was wrong.

How come the boss was directly swept up by the wild sand?

This doesn't seem right.

"Don't worry, the boss must have his own ideas for doing this!"

"Exactly, what kind of character is Great God Baji? Is his approach something we can fathom?"

"All of you shut up, I believe the boss has his own rhythm!"

Baji was already hanging in the sky, and these prisoners were still whitewashing it.

After all, the impression brought before was simply too deep, making it hard for them to doubt.

"Supreme Luck!"

"Supreme Luck indeed!"

Baji, swept in mid-air, was screaming wildly, but no one could hear him.

He was very unclear about what script the Heavens had arranged for him.

"Noisy, it's time to end this!"

Mihawk seemed to be getting a bit annoyed with the fight.

He gripped the sword hilt slightly, seemingly intending to deliver the final blow.