Onepiece: I'm Gojo Satoru

Satoru couldn't help but marvel at Mihawk's overwhelming power as their battle intensified. Each of Mihawk's strikes carried immense force, the kind that left scars on the battlefield itself.

"Sure enough, he's worthy of being called the world's greatest swordsman," Satoru muttered, a trace of admiration in his tone. "Every attack is executed with such precision and intent."

Despite Mihawk's calm demeanor, his mind reeled. His attacks, even those infused with his peak swordsmanship, were being deflected by an almost impenetrable defense. He had fought many opponents, but none with abilities like this.

Then came the moment Satoru had anticipated. Mihawk's black blade, **Yoru**, was suddenly wrapped in a green aura laced with red and black lightning—a clear sign of the **Conqueror's Haki infusion**.

"Overlord Haki entanglement," Satoru noted with satisfaction. "As expected from you, Mihawk. You possess the strength and will of a true king."

Mihawk stepped forward, his aura surging. Without hesitation, he struck down with incredible speed. Satoru, however, met the blade head-on, his fist now cloaked in a white aura, accented by his own tendrils of black-red lightning.

Their clash was a cataclysmic display of power. The air itself seemed to crack under the weight of their combined Haki, and a violent shockwave spread across the battlefield. The ground beneath them crumbled, uprooted by the sheer intensity of their attacks.

Sophilar and Cullom, observing from a safe distance, could only stare in awe.

"He's countering Mihawk's blade strikes barehanded? What is that monstrous ability of his?" Sophilar muttered, shielding Cullom from the raging winds of the battlefield.

"Chief Satoru's abilities are unlike anything I've seen before," Cullom replied with pride. "Even Mihawk's unparalleled swordsmanship is struggling to overcome him."

Mihawk's expression remained calm but determined. "It seems the only way to breach your strange defense is with the force of Haki. But I wonder—what else do you have up your sleeve?"

"Do you think I became an admiral relying only on tricks like that?" Satoru retorted with a grin, vanishing in an instant.

Reappearing behind Mihawk, Satoru launched a devastating punch infused with his own Overlord Haki. Mihawk reacted swiftly, pivoting and slashing with **Yoru**, creating an explosion of light and sound.

"**Tyrannical Black Flash!**"

Satoru's fist met Mihawk's blade once again, and this time, the shockwave hurled Mihawk backward. Blood trickled from Mihawk's mouth, but he quickly steadied himself.

Satoru examined his own hand, noticing a faint cut across his knuckles—an injury that healed in mere seconds.

"Impressive, Mihawk. You've managed to injure me. Few can say they've done that."

Mihawk wiped the blood from his lips, his sharp gaze fixed on Satoru. "You're not a swordsman, but you're one of the few who have truly pushed me to my limits."

"Funny, I was just about to say the same about you," Satoru replied, his grin widening.

Determined to give his all, Mihawk took a deep breath, his aura intensifying. This time, his murderous intent blended seamlessly with his blade. The once-black surface of **Yoru** now bore streaks of blood-red energy, its edge glowing ominously.

Satoru narrowed his eyes. "Such a potent killing intent. You've honed it through countless battles, haven't you?"

With a single swing of **Yoru**, Mihawk unleashed a colossal wave of crimson sword energy. The ground split beneath the attack, and Satoru braced himself, raising his defenses.

"Every move now is life or death," Satoru thought as the blade's energy bore down on him.

But this only fueled his determination. "Let's see whose will is stronger, Mihawk!"

The battlefield was transformed into a theater of raw, unbridled power, as two of the strongest fighters the world had ever seen clashed in an epic showdown.