The arena was shrouded in heavy, gloomy clouds as the two opponents, Mihawk and Moria, stood facing one another.
Mihawk’s gaze was as cold and piercing as a deep, freezing pool. Slowly, he drew the Black Blade Yoru—one of the Twelve Supreme Grade swords—from behind his back, its edge emitting a chilling, captivating gleam in the dim light.
Moria threw back his head and burst into a spine-chilling, maniacal laugh that echoed through the entire space like a sound straight from the nether realms. At the same time, the colossal shadow behind him stirred with an eerie, lifelike vitality in time with his laughter, radiating an atmosphere of profound bizarreness and terror.
Chapter 120