31. Narrowing His Eyes

Sariya was busy frantically using her abilities to heal her wounds, still simmering with indignation.

Hearing Hawkeye approach and ask her that, however, left her completely bewildered.

"Wait, brother, I literally shouted the name of the move just now. Did you not hear me?" She gestured toward herself, asking back with a strange expression.

Everyone called her the "Psychic," and the move she had just unleashed was called "Psychic Blade." Where on earth would she get Conqueror's Haki?

Hilarious. If she actually possessed Conqueror's Haki, she would head straight to Mariejois right now to unleash it as a celebration.

As Sariya looked at the gash she had carved into Hawkeye’s chest, her mood improved significantly. This was her second duel with Hawkeye, and compared to the first, he was wounded far more severely—a clear sign that she had improved.

Oh yeah, victory!

She had initially maintained a cool, one-knee-down pose, but since that was too tiring, Sariya simply plopped down onto the ground.

Squinting against the sunlight, she tilted her head back to look at Mihawk, who stood before her. His shirt had been slashed open by her blade, revealing a bloody, fresh wound across his lean, muscular torso.

Yet, he clearly did not care in the slightest.

From this angle, Sariya could see the fluid lines of his collarbone even more clearly. The man’s physique remained as tall and lithe as ever, his expression calm, stern, indifferent, and haughty.

The winter on Sval Island was unforgiving; even when sunlight occasionally pierced through the clouds, it could not dispel the bone-deep chill.

After two rounds of combat, the sun was already nearing the horizon, casting golden rays across the landscape.

Mihawk shifted slightly, still looking down at her from his position of dominance. However, Sariya found herself completely enveloped by his shadow—the blinding glare of the sun was now blocked.

She blinked, thinking to herself that Mihawk’s shadow was just as understated as his personality.

Tilting her head up to gaze at Hawkeye, she said with complete sincerity, "I don't have Conqueror's Haki. That was just a technique combining my Devil Fruit ability with my swordsmanship."