White Sea, Gate of Heaven.
Finally stepping onto land, Mihawk pulled out the black blade yoru from behind him: "Beelzebul, draw your blade."
Perhaps because the nineteen-year-old Mihawk had not yet reached the top as the World's Greatest Swordsman, Seven was spared the humiliation of being fought with a small knife.
Clang~ Clang~ Clang~
The two instantly clashed three times, serving as a warm-up.
Feeling Seven's increasingly powerful strength, Mihawk offered some guidance: "A sword with only power lacks depth."
After a brief exchange, Mihawk couldn't help but feel more curious about the unsharpened blade in Seven's hand that glowed with a purple light.
The blade's durability alone was no weaker than the black blade yoru, one of the supreme grade swords, in his hand.
A supreme grade blade that had never appeared before?
Then he saw Seven wrap the black and red Conqueror's Haki and the crackling lightning around the blade.
This scene made Mihawk's eye twitch while his hawk-like eyes grew sharper.
"Conquerors Haki Coating? What a freak."
In all his years at sea pursuing the way of the sword, Mihawk had challenged many masters, but he had never encountered a situation like this.
No Armament Haki or Observation Haki, yet he could use Conqueror's Haki at the level of Conquerors Haki Coating.
Calling it "lopsided" wouldn't even begin to describe it!
What kind of spirit could create such a freak?
No wonder he could be a member of the Pirate King's crew, and no wonder they could find the Final Island and the great treasure.
Both swung their blades simultaneously, unleashing Flying Slashes—one purple, one green.
However, compared to Mihawk's green sword qi that could cleave the sea of clouds, the purple Flying Slash Seven unleashed looked somewhat miniature.
But its power was small yet fierce.
After all, it was Conquerors Haki Coating, boosted by a 100% increase in Haki intensity from musou isshin.
Since Seven hadn't awakened Armament Haki or Observation Haki, he could only use electrical waves in the air to predict Mihawk's moves.
At the same time, he couldn't use Armament Haki to boost his ATK and DEF.
In short, relying on Conquerors Haki Coating and fruit abilities, Seven's ATK had already joined the ranks of the ocean's top-tier combatants.
As for defense... better not mention it.
Unless he could use Conqueror's Haki at a higher level—Conquerors Haki Body Armor.
Before transmigrating, it seemed only the real man Rocks had ever used Conquerors Haki Body Armor in the world of One Piece.
Boom~
After being sent flying dozens of meters by Mihawk, Seven wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand: "As expected, combat is the best way to train."
This battle with Mihawk.
Not only did he fully integrate the swordsman training experience imprinted in his mind, but even the Musou no Hitotachi experience he just obtained showed signs of merging.
Even his swordsmanship and Rumble-Rumble Fruit abilities began to have a subtle chemical reaction.
For example, when he unleashed a Flying Slash, lightning dragons would follow behind the sword qi.
Or, when clashing blades, Seven would stimulate his body with electricity to send his adrenaline soaring, significantly boosting his strength and reaction speed.
Clang~ Clang~ Clang~
The two fought from night until day, knowing nothing of fatigue.
What was strange was that neither of them shouted out the names of their dazzling moves.
Mihawk: If I don't shout a name, it's just a basic attack.
Seven: Same here!
However, in the end, it was due to a lack of foundation.
After clashing for eight hours, Seven was the first to collapse on the ground, panting heavily.
In this battle of Great Swordsman vs. Swordsman, Mihawk had held back significantly.
The two had a four-year age gap. Seven's innate constitution was average, he often went hungry as a child, and the things he learned during his six years on the Roger Pirates were quite varied.
To reach this point was already extremely difficult.
However, with Innate Divine Strength and Big Eater... or rather, with the system, what Seven lacked was time to grow. Given enough time, he could overturn the world.
Mihawk put away the black blade yoru and reached out to pull Seven up: "Not bad, you've improved."
Maybe in five years... no, in two years, this guy could become a worthy opponent.
Just as Seven was about to continue bonding with Mihawk, an untimely voice suddenly rang out: "Captain, someone is coming."
A group of warriors emerged from the jungle.
The Gold Country was originally part of Jaya Island, but 400 years ago, it was thrust into the White Sea by a giant Knock Up Stream.
The Shandians discovered this land, leading to a four-century-long war between the Shandians and the native Shandians over the land.
The group of natives with small wings on their backs appearing before Seven were the native Shandians. One of them, who looked like a leader, asked tentatively.
"Seven?"
An acquaintance? Seven looked at the man speaking, and a scene from two years ago surfaced in his mind.
"Kalpa? Long time no see."
Kalpa was a descendant of the great Skypiean warrior from 400 years ago: Calgara.
Two years ago, the Roger Pirates came to Sky Island and found the Poneglyph inscribed with information about the Ancient Weapon Poseidon.
They also met the Skypiean warrior Kalpa and the sixth God of the God's Country, Gan Fall.
After a warm embrace, Kalpa asked: "Did you find the great treasure? Where are Captain Roger and the others? Why did you come alone?"
Seven gave a selective and brief account of what happened after leaving Sky Island.
"I didn't expect a man like Captain Roger would actually choose to turn himself in."
"We all respect the Captain's choice. What about you? Are you still fighting with Gan Fall and the others?"
Kalpa shook his head: "It's been quiet for a while. Let's go, we're going back to hold a banquet."
"Now that you mention it, I'm hungry again."
Holding a banquet in the world of One Piece was just like eating dumplings during festivals in Northern China in Seven's previous life—
Feeling good? Let's have a banquet.
Feeling bad? Let's have a banquet.
On the journey to find the great treasure with the Roger Pirates, Seven made many friends. The main reason he was remembered among so many crew members was his exquisite culinary skills.
Meeting new friends calls for a banquet, and a banquet naturally needs fine food and wine.
As the chef of the Roger Pirates, Seven conquered not only his crewmates but also friends from all walks of life with his food and wine.
Passing by the location of the golden pillar, Seven feigned surprise: "Where's that pillar?!"
Kalpa looked depressed: "Don't even mention it. It was just stolen last night."
"Nani?!"
Seven gestured exaggeratedly with both hands: "Such a huge golden pillar, how was it moved away?"
"Who knows," Kalpa continued to complain. "We inexplicably fainted several times last night; it must have been stolen then."
Hearing this, Mihawk quietly glanced at Seven, feeling that things weren't that simple.
This guy came up last night, and the golden pillar was stolen last night. The truth... was about to come out.
However, judging from the marks on the ground, the so-called golden pillar was indeed very large. So how did Seven steal it?
And where did he put it?
Mihawk was becoming more and more interested in Seven—this man of mystery.
Cloud-Hidden Village was a village built on island clouds after the Shandians' home was seized by the God of Sky Island 400 years ago. It still maintained its primitive style with tribal tents and totems.
At the grand banquet, Seven took up his professional duties and once again conquered the Shandians with his cooking.
"Seven, I finally get to eat your cooking again."
For a while after the Roger Pirates left Sky Island, the Shandians who were lucky enough to attend the banquet gave their own tribe's chefs a hard time.
Both are chefs, but your cooking is memorable while theirs is just a waste of ingredients.
"Seven, what brings you here this time?"
Seven put down his glass: "I plan to talk to Gan Fall about ending the war between your two tribes. You're both Moon People descendants; all this killing is meaningless."
Immediately, a Skypiean warrior shouted.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! We will never acknowledge that guy as God."
Seven smiled calmly: "I know. Then..."
"How about I become your God?"