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Chapter 148: Luring the Marines

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While the Government tacitly allowed Warlords like Mihawk to associate with pirates, on the battlefield, appearances had to be maintained. At least a show had to be put on for the Marines.

Mihawk didn't care about the title of Warlord, but it did save him a lot of trouble.

So, he offered a few subtle assists, just enough to keep up appearances.

Unfortunately for Enel, his crewmates were struggling to pull him out of the water after Mihawk's "help."

Ain, who was close to capturing Robin, glared at Mihawk. "Dracule Mihawk! What are you doing?!"

Mihawk, having just finished his performance, didn't even flinch. "Lending the Marines a hand," he said calmly.

Ain almost laughed in disbelief. "You call that helping?!" she exclaimed, gesturing towards her injured comrades on the battlefield.

The members of the Underworld Pirates shuddered.

Those indiscriminate sword slashes hadn't exactly looked like they were meant to help anyone in particular.

Mihawk was about to reply when his expression suddenly darkened. He ducked his head, and a pink projectile whizzed past his ear.

Everyone turned to see the woman who could capture a man's soul with a single glance, standing on the deck of her ship like a regal goddess.

Boa Hancock tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, revealing her golden snake earrings. With an air of unadulterated conceit, she declared, "Your attack struck my ship."

Mihawk blinked. Did it? I thought my control was impeccable.

"..."

Then it hit him. This woman was looking for a fight!

And was he going to let that slide?

Mihawk gripped Yoru, his own pride flaring. "And if it did... what are you going to do about it?"

Hancock smirked, her slender fingers reaching up to touch her crimson lips. Pink, heart-shaped bubbles filled the air.

"Slave Arrow!"

Hancock drew back an invisible bowstring, and a volley of pink energy arrows rained down, forming a dense curtain of projectiles.

Mihawk watched her calmly, his golden eyes unwavering. His black-clad form weaved through the pink arrows without a single one making contact.

The nearby Marines weren't so fortunate. Many were struck, their bodies instantly turning to lifeless stone.

The petrified Marines cried out in terror, trying to flee, but the arrows seemed to follow them, unerringly finding their targets.

Mihawk blinked again. Why does this seem so familiar?

He shrugged, deciding to use the opportunity to help Noir while engaging Hancock.

Hancock, seeing the usually stoic Mihawk seemingly riled up, felt a surge of satisfaction.

Fighting Mihawk while helping Noir... I'm a genius!

And so, two Warlords with the same hidden agenda began a mock battle.

Sword slashes and blasts of Mero Mero no Mi energy flew across the sea, hitting everything except their intended target.