novelonline Chapter 2857 The 'Sky Sword Saint' Shiki Comes Knocking!
Chapter 2857 The 'Sky Sword Saint' Shiki Comes Knocking!
Chapter 2857 The 'Sky Sword Saint' Shiki Comes Knocking!
Not long after the match between Yami and Kamikaze ended.
Time quietly approached around six o'clock in the afternoon.
This is the Flower Capital.
It is still during the 'Ghost Festival' period.
Influenced by the 'Three Realms Reincarnation. Eternal Peace Barrier'.
The sky remained shrouded in night.
However, this did not dampen the public's enthusiasm in the slightest.
On the contrary, the festive atmosphere of the 'Fire Festival Night' keeps the entire city brightly lit.
Like a dazzling pearl shining in the night.
The wide cobblestone streets were filled with people having fun.
Bright red lanterns hung high, forming a flowing sea of fire.
The enticing aroma of food wafts from the food stalls, filling the air with enticing smoke and the scent of cooking.
The living walk side by side with the dead, enjoying an incredible warmth.
It was just completely different from the noisy and bustling outside world.
The Imperial Sword Pavilion, located next to the General's City, seemed to be completely isolated from the world.
The place remains as solemn as ever.
In the rustic Japanese garden, the white sand of the dry landscape garden is meticulously raked, and several vigorous pine and cypress trees sway gently in the night breeze.
Only faint whispers could be heard in the air.
The crisp sound of bamboo swords clashing as they practiced swordsmanship in the dojo.
And the synchronized, energetic shouts of the boys practicing swordsmanship.
This atmosphere offers a peaceful respite from the hustle and bustle.
It constantly showcases the profound heritage of this sacred place of starfish swordsmanship.
At this moment, Mihawk, who had not gone to the City of Spirits with Lord Im along with Gion and Durandal, was standing alone in a gravity-enhanced chamber.
The place is dimly lit, with only a few wall lamps.
Mihawk closed his eyes, his posture as upright as a pine tree, and gripped the black sword Night, which resembled a cross, tightly in his hand.
Instead of making sweeping, sweeping cuts, he slowly swung his longsword.
The blade sliced through the air without generating even the slightest bit of wind.
Not even a faint whooshing sound could be heard.
The trajectory of the black blade seemed somewhat mysterious, as if it were following some invisible and intangible vein.
Mihawk has completely immersed himself in the state of 'the breath of all things'.
His senses spread outward, trying to capture a mysterious opportunity.
All for the sake of breaking through the bottleneck of the Great Swordsman that has been holding him back for so long.
He officially entered the realm of 'Sword Saint'.
The teachings of Lord Im kept echoing in Mihawk's mind.
The realm of a swordsman is to listen to the breath of all things.
The Sword Saint, however, achieved a further level of control based on this foundation.
Or rather, it is issuing them an irresistible 'command'.
Then reconstruct your own absolute domain.
Everything within this domain, whether it's tangible falling petals or intangible breezes and drifting clouds.
They can all be transformed into swords that obey one's will in an instant, anytime, anywhere.
This is the realm of the Sword Saint, which is almost like that of a 'god'.
Mihawk could vaguely sense that his accumulated knowledge was already quite substantial.
It seems that the path to becoming a 'Sword Saint' is just one step away.
But this one kick seemed to be separated by an insurmountable chasm.
They have been unable to find a crucial opportunity to break the deadlock.
"Perhaps I need a real battle to put enough pressure on myself."
Mihawk pondered to himself, his tightly closed eyes trembling slightly.
"The opponent should ideally be a master swordsman, or even the Sword Saint himself!"
Only under the pressure of life and death, and in the fierce clash of swordsmanship philosophies, can such a situation be overcome.
Only then could he break through that invisible barrier.
"Although Lord Im seems to be the best candidate, his strength is too great, like the vast starry sky."
"Moreover, I was raised under the watchful eye of Lord Im since I was a child."
"When you fight against them, you will inevitably feel emotional attachment and awe."
"It is impossible to be truly selfless and willing to sacrifice one's life."
Therefore, Mihawk silently ruled out this option.
So, apart from Lord Im, there are only three known Sword Saints in existence right now.
They are 'Sword Saint of Luck' Baroric Redfield, 'Sword Saint of the Sky' Shiki, and 'Sword Saint of Divine Judgment' Figaland Garin.
The first two were the highest-ranking officer of CIPHER-POL-AIGIS 0 and a former admiral of the Navy Headquarters who had recently resigned.
Mihawk was not very familiar with him, and they had little interaction.
"But Korin, he's also a Celestial Dragon."
Mihawk slowly opened his sharp, hawk-like golden eyes.
at the same time.
Inside the top-floor office of the Imperial Sword Studio.
Yomizukahara, the current master of the Mitsuki sect, is sitting behind a large mahogany desk, handling daily affairs on behalf of Mihawk.
At the age of ninety, thanks to the life-extending serum, he has long since shed his old age and regained his youth, becoming a middle-aged man exuding mature charm.
At this moment, a holographic virtual screen was floating above, playing the Top 100 competition.
The four opponents in the elimination round, Hancock and Fana, are now taking the stage.
"The starfish's genius always surprises this old man."
Yomi Tsukahara looked at Hancock and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
He then picked up the hot tea on the table and took a small sip.
In the world of Teigu, he was invincible and was known as the Sword Saint.
But when they arrived at the starfish, they realized that the so-called 'Sword Saint' was at most just a ninth-dan great swordsman.
Just as he was filled with emotion, there was a sudden knock on the office door.
Yomizukahara put down his teacup and said in a deep voice, "Come in."
A butler from the Imperial Sword Sect hurriedly pushed open the door and entered.
Before he could even catch his breath, he hurriedly reported, "Lord Yagami!"
"A very important person has arrived from outside!"
"He claims to be former Navy Admiral 'Golden Lion,' and now 'Sky Sword Saint' Shiki of the Sword Saint Temple. He is waiting for you in the reception room!"
"what?!"
Upon hearing this, Yomi Tsukahara was greatly alarmed, and the teacup in his hand shook violently.
He was completely unaware that scalding hot tea had splashed onto the back of his hand.
He hurriedly stood up from his office chair, his eyes wide open.
The fact that he is a naval admiral is already quite remarkable.
But the title of 'Sword Saint' had an even more unparalleled impact on Yomizukahara, who had dedicated his life to the pursuit of swordsmanship!
up until now.
He had only heard of the reputation of a few sword saints from Mihawk, but had never met any of them in person, and had long yearned to be one of them.
[Swish—]
Without hesitation, Yomizukahara took a step forward, his figure turning into a blurry afterimage.
It flew right past the deacon.
He rushed towards the reception room, creating a gust of wind around him.
Inside the reception room on the other side.
The layout here is elegant and grand.
But at this moment, there was an oppressive atmosphere that was almost suffocating.
Having already removed his iconic Navy Justice Coat and donned a loose-fitting black kimono with a gold overcoat, Shiki stood with his hands behind his back, a smoking cigar dangling from his lips, waiting quietly.
Instead of standing on the floor, he was floating about ten centimeters above the ground.
His wild, blond hair cascaded down his back like a lion's mane.
Even if he did nothing, his domineering aura was enough to make the air in the room feel as heavy as lead.
"Ok?"
Shiki turned his head slightly when he sensed the approaching presence outside the corridor.