"Video Through Anime: Inventory of the Top Ten Combat Ceilings"

"Who is that?! I think I've seen him in the newspapers before!"

"You don't even know him? He's the world's greatest swordsmith! Every blade he forges is coveted by swordsmen everywhere. Who would have thought he had been living in seclusion in Wano all these years?"

"Ryūō Banketsu? That's a great name! This sword looks massive… but it's also making my scalp tingle…"

This sword was far too strange.

That was Shanks' first impression. From a distance, Ryūō Banketsu seemed like an ordinary giant sword one could casually find in a weapon shop. But upon closer inspection, anyone with trypophobia might faint on the spot.

"Is this sword… made up of ten thousand fragments?"

Shanks glanced at the demonic blade Senren, then compared it to the Ryūō Banketsu in Mihawk's hands—it was like a magnified version of Senren.

"It's not just the appearance and scale that are amplified. Based on Tenguyama Hitetsu's research, this newly discovered fragmented material is even stronger than the Supreme Grade Blades."

Mihawk held Ryūō Banketsu in front of him as if it were a treasure. It was nearly the same size as his Black Blade.

But the difference in power was immeasurable.

After experiencing Senren's construction firsthand, Mihawk had developed an immense fascination with this new type of blade. Even he was filled with excitement.

Controlling a thousand blades with Ryūō was already taxing—what about ten thousand? Could he endure it?

If he never tried, he would never improve.

For a greater world, Mihawk had an almost obsessive pursuit and desire.

With Ryūō Banketsu tightly gripped in his hands, Mihawk watched as Kaido's dragon claws descended, now less than a hundred meters from the ground. There was no more time to hesitate.

Sengoku's face was a mix of worry and delight.

"Testing it on a Yonko… this blade truly lives up to its name!"

Zoro stood frozen in disbelief.

"Impossible! How can a single person control ten thousand blades at once?! Even the world's strongest swordsman shouldn't be able to do that!"

Atomic Samurai pressed his sword into the ground and scoffed.

"There's no need to watch. That guy is too arrogant. He's going to die."

A-Qi, on the other hand, was filled with anticipation. He couldn't wait to witness what a synchronized attack of ten thousand blades would look like.

"That's the equivalent of ten Senren swords combined! This won't be simple!"

Even Madara's expression grew serious as he watched the live broadcast. If he had such a weapon, the power of Susanoo would likely rise to another level.

"You may be strong… but before a god, you are still powerless!"

Dark ink-like Ryūō flowed from Mihawk's hands, spreading like a liquid and seeping into every fragment of Ryūō Banketsu.

Unified yet unconnected!

Mihawk immediately felt as if he was carrying an entire mountain on his back. As more fragments became enveloped by Ryūō, breathing grew difficult.

But he didn't give up. Enduring the strain, he continued channeling the dark Ryūō. The entire process happened quickly, but to Mihawk, it felt like an eternity.

A crimson drop of blood trickled from his nose. His golden eyes, usually calm and composed, had turned bloodshot.

At this moment, he could no longer spare the mental effort to even speak. Controlling ten thousand blades at once was a hundred times harder than he had anticipated.

But he endured.

Relying on muscle memory, Mihawk slowly raised Ryūō Banketsu. The divine blade shimmered with an ominous dark glow.

Forcing the fragments to repel each other, the blade suddenly expanded a hundredfold—a thousandfold—a ten-thousandfold!

Its sheer length surpassed even Kaido's dragon claw!

No one doubted that if Ryūō Banketsu descended, it could split the entire island in two, perhaps even cleave the endless sea itself.

At this moment, everyone felt as if a divine sword had descended upon the world.

Its purpose—

To slay a dragon!

Mihawk smiled—a tragic, exhausted smile.

Up in the clouds, Kaido was ecstatic!

He had never seen a sword this massive!

Even the legends of creation paled in comparison!

Yet, deep within him, a sliver of fear emerged—

This sword, Ryūō Banketsu, made him feel fear!

Excitement—

Extreme excitement!

In the thunderous clouds, Kaido let out a resounding dragon roar. This was a direct clash between a divine dragon and a divine sword!

"Whoa! That sword is massive! It's like the Eiffel Tower! …Well, I've never seen the Eiffel Tower, but it should be about this big!"

A-Qi's jaw dropped so far that it might as well have fallen off.

Atomic Samurai's dismissive attitude had vanished. He was completely shaken. Could Mihawk really control ten thousand blades at once?

Unbelievable!

Even Madara was reconsidering his earlier words. Such an overwhelming scale… this was already touching upon the realm of gods.

Could Susanoo withstand such a strike?

A cold sweat ran down Madara's back. Probably not.

"This guy… is he pushing things too far?"

Sengoku stared at the broadcast. As the Fleet Admiral of the Marines, even he was momentarily lost in the moment. Though his words carried a scolding tone, the grin on his face was uncontrollable.

A battle that once seemed hopeless now had a sliver of possibility.

He didn't know if Kaido's monstrous durability would withstand this attack, but if it were him, even in his Buddha form, he doubted he could.

All eyes were on the battlefield as Ryūō Banketsu stood towering between heaven and earth.

As Mihawk's consciousness wavered, he drove Ryūō forward. Like a guillotine slowly descending, the divine blade cleaved toward Kaido's dragon claw.

"This level of power… Mihawk! You've reached Yonko-level strength! Hahaha!"

Kaido sensed imminent danger. He mustered all his strength, concentrating his Armament Haki onto his dragon claw to maximize its defense.

Mihawk remained silent, bringing Ryūō Banketsu down. Blood trickled from his mouth, nose, and eyes—this attack had pushed him beyond his limits.

He had only one strike.

The black and red Armament Haki condensed around Kaido's claw. The instant it collided with Ryūō Banketsu, the heavens trembled.

The impact shook the earth. Tsunamis erupted around the island.

Was that… blood?

Shanks' eyes widened as he stared at the clash. Amidst the chaos, he could faintly see it—blood was spilling!

Kaido's seemingly indestructible defense had been breached!

At first, just a trickle—

Then, a flood!

From high above, Kaido roared in fury. Lightning crashed upon Ryūō Banketsu, but it could not stop the blade from cutting into flesh.

Pain, like an electric shock, surged from his wrist.

At this moment—

Kaido was afraid…