"You came."

Mihawk looked at Yamato who walked onto the ring and greeted him gently. He crossed his arms across his chest and remained as cold as ever.

"Um."

The moment Yamato stood on the ring, she calmed down her excitement. She entered a state of selflessness, and only Mihawk across from her was left in her eyes.

"How to do how to do?"

Compared to the two people standing in the ring, Kaido, as an outsider, seemed extremely nervous. He even hesitated whether to break the rules and secretly attack Mihawk.

"What are you nervous about?"

With a bandaged smile on his face, he walked to Kaido and asked with a smile.

"You know, Yamato is still very young, and now she goes to fight Mihawk..."

Kaido's body trembled slightly and he spoke incoherently to Yixiao.

"You! You also have a little confidence in Yamato, okay? Take a good look at it! Those are your descendants, the descendants who have inherited your strongest bloodline!"

He smiled and shook his head gently at Kaido. Although Yamato was only fourteen years old, under these years of hell-like training, the fourteen-year-old Yamato already had the power to threaten big names like Jhin and Quinn, and the most important thing was

Yes, the damage he and Mihawk inflicted on each other during the battle may be much greater than they expected.

"Thank you to Princess Yamato and Mihawk for arriving on time. In that case, I am here to announce the finals of the Zaun Strongest Challenge. The showdown between Princess Yamato, the noble flower of Zaan, and Mihawk, the strongest swordsman from a foreign land, has officially begun.

!”

The real man who risked his life to decide to be the referee of this game held a red flag in his hand and waved it heavily between Yamato and Mihawk.

"Thunder gossip!"

Almost at the beginning of the game, Yamato used his strongest attack method.

Facing a monster like Mihawk, Yamato must go all out from the start, otherwise there will be absolutely no chance of winning.

"boom!"

Mihawk held his Black Blade in front of him and blocked Yamato's special move.

"Buzz buzz..."

The moment the black knife collided with the mace in Yamato's hand, it made a roaring sound, and Mihawk's knife-holding hands shook with it.

The soreness on his wrist made Mihawk, who had far more perseverance than ordinary people, break out in cold sweat on his forehead.

"Yesterday's injury was much more serious than I thought."

"I underestimated the power of Yamato's stick!"

The moment Mihawk felt the pain in his wrist, these two pieces of information passed through his mind.

"There is a flaw!"

Yamato looked at Mihawk, whose eyes were dazed, and hit him in the stomach with a stick.

"boom!"

Mihawk was sent flying away by Yamato, and he knelt down on one knee.

"Also, there was something wrong with the breakfast I had this morning! But I can confirm that the meal this morning was not poisonous...it's very strange..."

Mihawk touched his stomach where Yamato had hammered him, and his face turned a little blue.

He felt that his stomach kept roaring, and some of his body's strength could not be used. Now he could use one-tenth of the strength of this seriously injured body, which was good, and he had to keep in touch with his stomach.

Fight to prevent yourself from falling into a trap and doing such indecent things during the fight.

"There's something wrong with you! Do you need a rest?!"

Yamato's sharp eyes saw Mihawk's problem. Although she knew that she would definitely not be able to defeat Mihawk in his prime, as the daughter of Kaido, the princess of Zaun, she had no intention of taking advantage of others' danger.

"There was probably something wrong with the breakfast I had this morning, but as a swordsman, not noticing that there was something wrong with what I ate was an oversight in itself, so I'm totally fine!"

Mihawk answered Yamato's question, but he did not intend to rest. Mihawk is a person who has high demands on himself. He never cares about his opponents assassinating, poisoning or using other despicable methods. If he cannot

Even if he can overcome these difficulties, he will not be worthy of sitting on the throne of the world's greatest swordsman.

"Mr. Kaido, have you tampered with Mihawk's food?"

Yixiao was sitting in the stands. As one of the only spectators in the entire huge stand, he and Kaido chose a position with a good view, although no matter how good the view was, it meant nothing to him, a blind man.

"Well, this morning, the breakfast I gave him was a ginseng and hellebore-flavored pie. Because it added a lot of saccharin, he probably didn't eat it..."

Kaido sat in the stands and said very calmly.

"Forehead……"

"What's your dosage?"

Yixiao was stunned for a moment, then asked carefully.

"Actually, it's not much, but Mihawk ate more than a hundred pies for breakfast..."

Kaido smiled at Yixiao.

"That's really... so imprudent!"

Looking at Kaido's kind smile, Yixiao finally nodded and said no more.

"I request that this game be suspended!"

Yamato made a pause gesture towards the referee. If she was allowed to win the game like this, then she might as well not win at all. It would be fine if she didn't want such a victory.

"Pause invalid!"

The referee answered directly without thinking.

"Why?!"

Yamato frowned slightly, she felt a little unhappy inside now.

"Rules are rules, there are not so many whys!"

As a referee who dared to preside over the battle between Yamato and Mihawk after watching the battle between Mihawk and Yixiao, he had already put life and death aside, and he did not hesitate to offend Zu An in order to rule and respect the rules of the game.

Princess Yamato.

"you……"

"Father, I request a suspension of the game!"

Yamato glanced at the referee but said nothing in the end. She knew that this was the opponent's responsibility. The only person who could directly announce the suspension of the game was probably Kaido, who was sitting in the stands and staring at her.

"this……"

Kaido looked at Yamato hesitantly, he didn't want the path he paved for his daughter at the expense of his reputation to be in vain.

"Even His Majesty Kaido is not qualified to interfere with the sacred competition. The rules are the rules. If you want to suspend the competition, you can admit defeat directly... Moreover, as a warrior, failing to adjust your condition before fighting is a disqualification in itself.

, where are there so many excuses?"

The referee did not wait for Kaido to speak, and directly announced without authorization. It was a joke that he even took his own life lightly, so why should he be afraid of the strongest creature? In today's competition, no matter in the future, at least in this competition arena today, he is the emperor.

He is the boss!

"Yamato...the rules of the game are sacred."

As if he had found a good excuse, Kaido said to Yamato seriously.

"But……"

After hearing Kaido's words, Yamato suddenly became a little hesitant. It is true that the rules of the game are sacred.

"Yamato, are you looking down on me? I'm not that weak! Try your best to defeat me!"

Mihawk, who had been listening to the conversation of several people, suddenly laughed. He shook his head at Yamato, and then a trace of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

"call!"

"In this case, I will try my best again... and I apologize to you for my rude request just now!"

Mihawk's words made Yamato strengthen her heart. She once again clenched the mace in her hand, but she did not continue to attack Mihawk. Instead, she turned around and bowed to the referee who vetoed her suspension of the game.

Apologize.

"You don't have to feel sorry. If you think you have any guilt about this arena, then please do your best in the arena!"

The referee shook his head slightly at Yamato. He did not feel that he was offended in any way, and he did not need Yamato's apology. He was just a referee who simply made decisions according to the rules of the game.

"call!"

"Come again!"

After listening to the referee's words, Yamato's face turned slightly red, then he shouted loudly, picked up the mace and fought with Mihawk.

"boom!"

Sonic booms and wind pressure were flying around the arena. Even though Mihawk had not healed his injuries and had eaten poisonous pie in the morning, he was still suppressing the desperate Yamato.

"Shua~"

With a beautiful slash, a beautiful red flower bloomed on Yamato's body.
To be continued...