Out of absolute confidence in his own strength, Clockdal unscrupulously launched a reckless charge towards the huge warship.

In an instant, his body turned into countless flying yellow sand, and another strange sandstorm swept across the sea.

The sandstorm circled on the sea for two weeks, then suddenly flew away in the air with the sea breeze, and finally flew over the deck of the Fearless Pioneer Sword.

Clokdal's body gradually emerged from the sandstorm, while the unrealized part of the body still maintained the form of dancing yellow sand, holding him up and floating in the air.

Just as he stabilized his body in the air, Clockdal looked down with murderous eyes and searched for the figure of the East China Sea Knight on the wide deck.

Garen is not difficult to find, his gorgeous armor shining under the sun is the best target.

"I saw you."

Clockdal snorted coldly, and without hesitation, urging a more fierce sandstorm to rush down from the air.

At this time, Galen did not notice the uninvited guest at all.

He was busy with a big event with all his attention - to be a sparring coach for Hawkeye Mihawk.

This is a deadly task. If Garen didn't control the casting time of his skill once, he would be slashed in half by the sword energy cut out by Hawkeye with all his strength.

So, Garen must devote all his energy to this sparring job.

Galen did not discover Clockdal. Clockdal, who had been to the new world but could not even be domineering, also suffered a great loss in the blind competition:

He did not know how to be domineering, and was blinded by the eagerness to eradicate the enemy.

So Clockdal did not notice until the last moment that there was a man on the deck far away, holding a black sword blade, who was concentrating on attacking Galen with all his strength.

As Clockdal's fierce offensive unfolded, the sand swelled in the air suddenly accelerated the speed of the spinning dance. The harmless wind and sand were quickly accelerated into a terrifying dust storm. The roaring storm sounded throughout the ship at this moment.

However, before the whistling could reach Garen's ears, the source of the noise-making noise was ruthlessly extinguished.

Because a broad sword energy that turned into substance swept across the yellow sand storm like a clutch riding the wind and waves, it instantly defeated the solid sand into a piece of loose sand, and completely destroyed Clokdal's unformed offensive.

Mihawk's nickname is Hawkeye, so he naturally won't be as "blind" as Garen and Clockdal.

From the beginning, he found the Clockdal quietly floating in the sky with a fierce smile on his face.

Then, Mihawk did not hesitate to send a warning slash to his colleague Qiwuhai who wanted to disturb his swordsmanship.

After being defeated by this domineering sword, Clockdal suddenly felt a little panicked in his heart, and subconsciously asked a classic question:

"Who is it?!"

Then, Clockdal saw the pair of sharp eyes as hawkish as a sharp one and an iconic black knife.

Mihawk slowly withdrew the black blade and looked coldly at Clockdal, who had just recovered from a plate of loose sand and said:

"You disturbed me."

"Mihawk?!"

Clockdal's pupils shrank, and his face became extremely ugly.

"Crockdal?!"

The second blind player, Galen, finally realized who was hitting him just now.

Clockdal's face was gloomy and maintained the semi-elementalization and floating in the air. Garen looked up at the villain Sand Crocodile who suddenly appeared above his head in surprise. The scene was once very awkward.

In the end, Clockdal was the first to break the silence.

Clockdal is indeed the No. 1 hero. Not only did he not show any shame because of his just deceptive attack methods, he also did not show any timidity in front of the famous Hawkeye Mihawk.

"Hawkeye, is it you?"

Clockdal's voice was just a little surprised, but more of it was a kind of unfathomable depth of the underworld boss.

After all, he is also a man who has fought with Whitebeard. How could he be afraid of Hawkeye Mihawk, a seven-warrior sea that sounds like his strength?

Mihawk swept across Clockdal and Galen with his sharp eyes as sharp as a sword blade, and said in a deep voice:

"Clockdal, that kid is useful to me now."

"No matter what grudges you have... I'm here, you can't kill him."

Hearing the unconcealed threat in Mihawk's mouth, Clockdal's face, which had just not improved for a long time, immediately became ugly again.

However, he really has no choice but to use Mihawk:

Although everyone is under the King of the Seven Warriors Sea, the strengths of each of the Seven Warriors Seas are not equal.

For example, Hawkeye Mihawk can have a friendly exchange with the Four Emperors Red Hair from time to time, while Clockdal and the Four Emperors Whitebeard "friendly exchange" and then escaped from the New World in shame.

"snort!"

If he lost the team, Clockdal had to respond with a cold snorted sound full of evil spirits.

Hawkeye Mihawk didn't pay much attention to Clockdal, but just turned his eyes to Garen, who was still a little confused, and then said in a plain tone: "Continue."

"continue?"

Garen was still a little confused, and his curious and vigilant gaze had never been removed from Clockdal.

Mihawk, who has always been taciturn, did not speak much, but silently raised the black blade in his hand to Garen.

Garen, who had already mastered the sparring business, hurriedly raised his big sword and waited for Hawk Eagle's next move.

Clockdal was completely left aside by the two of them at once, and an embarrassing feeling arose again.

But Hawkeye's next move immediately attracted Clockdal's attention:

Mihawk's eyes became more and more firm and more focused. His eyes looked at Garen as if he was looking at a life-and-death enemy who needed to fight to the death.

His breath gradually became stable, and his whole body was constantly tempered in the invisible fire like a piece of steel. Finally, a sharp and unstoppable magical sword was burned in the rising temperature.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of surging on Mihawk's black blade was covered with another layer of black substance that turned into substance, making the color of the blade deeper.

Clockdal's mouth twitched, of course he could see:

Unlike the slash that was so warning that it was strongly meaningful, Hawkeye's slash this time was definitely used with all his strength without any hesitation.

Clockdal knew: If this sword with a profound armed domineering spirit was cut to him, he would most likely die on the spot.

But Hawkeye's target was not his Seven Warriors Sea, but Garen, who had been despised by him, had just crawled out of the remote area of ​​the East China Sea.

Clockdal suddenly felt a little grateful, but somehow felt a moment of loss and a moment of surprise.

At this moment, Galen had no intention of paying attention to Clockdal's reaction, and his breath became as steady as a rock with the gradually solidified sword force of Hawkeye.

These days, not only Hawkeye found the "strongest shield" to challenge his sword skills, but Galen also benefited a lot from this sparring job:

In addition to Hawkeye's free guidance on his sword skills, the "fake swordsman" who blocked Hawkeye's attacks again and again, he also constantly tempered his nerve reaction speed and honed his combat awareness.

Finally, Hawkeye's black knife slashed out.

Unlike the great power of opening the sky and breaking the sea before, this sword energy shrinks and condenses slightly, but also contains an extremely terrifying momentum.

Clockdal just took a quick look and felt the illusion that he was about to be cut into two pieces by it.

However, such a terrifying sword force disappeared without a trace in front of Garen's dark sword.

"Is it still not possible..."

Hawkeye sighed softly, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more vigorous:

"There is nothing in the world that cannot be cut off. My sword blade is not strong enough!"

But Galen was like nothing happened. After taking this slash, he did not even have any disorder in his breathing.

Clockdal was already stunned.

When I saw the news that "Galen and Cap have a win or defeat in the competition" from the newspapers from the East China Sea, Clockdal just regarded this story as a joke; after all, he himself was a man who "retreated unsuccessfully under the Whitebeard". How could he not know Garen's routine?

But now...

His eyes at Garen suddenly became a little more vigilant and awe.

At the same time, Clockdal thought to himself:

The intelligence personnel who are in charge of the work community should teach them a lesson.
Chapter completed!