Onepiece: I'm Gojo Satoru

The battle between Mihawk and Big Mom was nothing short of catastrophic, with each exchange of blows reshaping the battlefield. Sword energy rippled through the air like hurricanes, and the ice beneath their feet shattered and reformed as if caught in a never-ending storm.

Despite Big Mom's overwhelming strength and monstrous durability, Mihawk's swordsmanship and precision were unmatched. Each slash from his black blade, Yoru, carried an intent so sharp that even Big Mom, a Yonko known for her near-impervious body, couldn't afford to let her guard down. Though Mihawk lacked the impenetrable defense of the Yonko, his keen instincts and unmatched agility allowed him to evade or parry the majority of Big Mom's devastating blows.

As the two clashed, it became evident that Mihawk's understanding of swordsmanship was leagues above Big Mom's. Her raw power and the enhancements provided by her Devil Fruit gave her an edge in sheer destruction, but her technique was rudimentary in comparison. Mihawk's strikes, by contrast, were precise, calculated, and filled with a terrifying intent that spoke of his mastery over the blade.

The frozen battlefield bore the scars of their fight—deep gashes carved into the ice and craters left behind by Big Mom's ferocious thunder and fire attacks. The sky itself seemed to shudder as their attacks collided, sending shockwaves across the battlefield.

"Not bad, little swordsman," Big Mom bellowed, her voice echoing like thunder. "But you're no match for me!"

Mihawk's golden eyes narrowed. "Bold words for someone bleeding, Charlotte Linlin. Let's see how long you can keep up." His voice was cold and steady, the perfect contrast to the chaos of their battle.

With a roar of rage, Big Mom summoned more of her homies. Napoleon, her sword, crackled with electric energy, and Prometheus added blazing fire to her already devastating strikes. The combined elements created an inferno that seemed unstoppable.

Mihawk, unfazed, raised Yoru and unleashed a wave of dark green sword energy that cut through the flames and lightning like a blade through butter. The attack forced Big Mom to retreat, sliding back dozens of meters before regaining her footing. Even as she deflected the strike, the sheer force of it left a jagged wound across her arm. Blood dripped onto the ice, hissing as it met the cold surface.

"How dare you, Mihawk!" Big Mom roared, her voice filled with fury. "You think your petty tricks can harm me?"

Mihawk didn't respond with words. Instead, he adjusted his stance, gripping Yoru tightly as he prepared for another attack. His calm demeanor contrasted sharply with Big Mom's fiery rage, but beneath his stoic exterior, Mihawk was well aware of the stakes. He couldn't afford to let his guard down for even a moment.

In the distance, the navy and pirates alike were captivated by the duel. Even Kaido, who was locked in combat with Satoru, couldn't help but glance toward the clash between his fellow Yonko and the world's greatest swordsman.

"That swordsman," Kaido muttered, his tone a mix of disdain and grudging respect. "He's stronger than I thought. Maybe even strong enough to—"

"Focus, Kaido!" Satoru interrupted, delivering a powerful blow that forced Kaido to retreat momentarily. "You're fighting me, remember?"

Kaido smirked, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease. The balance of power on the battlefield was shifting, and even he couldn't predict how this clash would end.

Meanwhile, Mihawk and Big Mom's duel reached a fever pitch. Big Mom, now fully enraged, unleashed a barrage of attacks that tore through the ice and sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. But Mihawk, though visibly fatigued, continued to meet each strike with unyielding precision.

As the battle raged on, the ice beneath them began to crumble entirely, forcing both combatants to leap onto sturdier footing. Mihawk's exhaustion was becoming evident, but his resolve remained unshaken. For every attack Big Mom threw at him, he countered with equal ferocity.

Finally, Big Mom let out a roar and summoned all her strength for a decisive blow. Her sword, imbued with the combined power of Prometheus and Zeus, glowed with an intensity that lit up the battlefield.

"Let's see you block this, Mihawk!" she screamed, bringing the massive blade down with earth-shattering force.

Mihawk's eyes narrowed. He gripped Yoru tightly with both hands, channeling every ounce of his strength and sword intent into a single, devastating slash. As Big Mom's attack descended, Mihawk swung upward, his blade cutting through the air with an otherworldly precision.

The resulting clash was deafening. A blinding explosion of light and energy engulfed the battlefield, forcing everyone nearby to shield their eyes. When the dust settled, both combatants stood at opposite ends of the shattered ice field, breathing heavily.

Big Mom's blade was cracked, her arm trembling from the force of Mihawk's counterattack. Mihawk, though battered and fatigued, stood tall, his golden eyes locked onto his opponent.

"You're strong," Big Mom admitted grudgingly, her voice laced with both respect and anger. "Stronger than I expected."

Mihawk's response was as cold as ever. "And you're more resilient than I gave you credit for. But this battle isn't over yet."

The clash between the world's strongest swordsman and the formidable Yonko continued, their duel a testament to the unrelenting will and power of two titans. As the battlefield trembled beneath their might, the outcome of this legendary confrontation remained uncertain.