The Fall of the Last Remnant of the Old Era

The volcano's explosion was shattered by the simultaneous eruption of Ortolan's immense power and Newgate's tremors.

When the mountain collapsed, the first thing people saw was a figure rushing out from the dust and smoke of the collapse.

He's tall and imposing; it's definitely Whitebeard!

But at this moment, Whitebeard looked disheveled, with one arm hanging limply, his chest muscles collapsed, and it seemed that he had broken several ribs.

The captain's coat that had been draped behind him was nowhere to be seen. His long, golden hair was disheveled and covered in dust and dirt. His lips were also stained with a bright red blood.

The landslides caused by the avalanche chased after Newgate, but they were not as fast Newgate. After running for more than a hundred meters, Newgate seemed to sense something, and with a burst of strength, he leaped into the air and threw a punch with his less injured arm.

The powerful shockwave instantly tore through the space where his punch had passed.

The next second, Ortolan's figure seemed unstoppable, smashing through the trembling forces and rushing towards the Whitebeard in mid-air at an extremely fast speed.

This time, it wasn't just about pure power. When Ortolan arrived in front of the Whitebeard, his movements slowed down slightly, finally allowing the onlookers to catch a glimpse of him.

It was a brief pause, and then his wild figure was flashed with indigo lightning!

"Heavy Flow Blast!!!"

With a roar, Ortolan delivered an elbow strike to Newgate's abdomen.

With a bang, the power of thunder seemed to pierce through Newgate's body, flowing into his waist and abdomen, and then bursting out from his back, creating a shockwave trajectory in the sky with its remaining force.

Newgate, suspended in the air, took the hit head-on. His eyes rolled back, and for a moment he seemed to lose consciousness, spitting out a large amount of blood. The brief force caused him to pause in mid-air for a moment, and then he crashed into the pirate camp like a falling meteor.

"Dad!" Marco called out, his expression a mixture of shock, anger, and worry, as he looked at Newgate, who had crashed into them from the air not far away.

Then, he was the first to react and rushed to the spot where the Whitebeard had fallen.

That was a physical instinct, as for thought... to be honest, Marco's mind was completely blank at that moment. He simply couldn't imagine that his powerful father was being beaten so badly by Ortolan that he was utterly powerless!

Just how strong has that monster, Ortolan, become?

Before he even reached Newgate's side, he saw Ortolan in the air stretch his arms and lower his gaze again, as if searching for his father's location in the dust.

A moment later, as if he had found his prey, Ortolan grinned and pushed off the air with his feet, not with the power of lightning, but with the power of Geppo.

With one kick, his figure streaked through the air like a black shadow, and behind him, a sonic boom and a burst of air currents erupted.

"Stop it, you bastard!" A flash of blue flame appeared on Marco's body, and his figure rushed into the still-lingering smoke and dust at an extremely fast speed.

At this moment, he no longer cared about his father's reputation as the strongest. The gap between them was too great for him to win. All he wanted now was to save his father's life!

As soon as Ortolan disappeared into the dust cloud, he saw Marco blocking his way.

"Getting in the way..." Ortolan didn't take this guy seriously at all.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived directly in front of Marco. Just as Marco raised his arm, he felt a pain in his chest.

Upon closer inspection, Ortolan's sharp claws had already pierced Marco's chest, his hands pressed together, as if trying to pry them open.

"The more severe the injury, the more stamina is needed to recover. Is this your Mythical Zoan ability?" Ortolan sneered.

Without giving Marco any chance to speak, Ortolan pulled outwards with force, tearing Marco's body in two with a ripping sound, and casually tossed it to the ground like trash.

At the same time, Newgate also woke up from his brief fainting spell. Just as he was about to get up, he felt pain all over his body, as if all his bones were broken, all his muscles were dissolving, and all his internal organs were shattered.

That was an extremely serious injury!

On the other side, Ortolan seemed to be getting impatient with the annoying smoke and dust around him. He frowned slightly and then waved his hand forcefully in the air in front of him!

With a loud boom, he casually pushed out the raging wind pressure, and the unsightly dust around him was instantly swept away and disappeared.

As a result, everyone saw what was happening.

There was a huge, deep crater in the ground, and P. Newgate, covered in blood, was struggling to climb out of it.

But judging from his condition, it was indeed extremely bad. He almost fell three times just by trying to get up before he finally managed to stand up.

His aura was waning, and he no longer possessed the imposing presence of Strongest Man. Instead, he exuded a tragic sense of being at the end of his rope.

With steady steps, Ortolan took a few steps, then stopped about ten meters in front of Newgate after crushing a piece of soil and rock.

A hint of regret flickered in his eyes as he softly asked, "Is this the end, Whitebeard?"

Unable to fully enjoy himself, that was Ortolan's feeling at this moment. Even though Whitebeard was the Strongest Man, he still couldn't fully enjoy himself in his ultimate state.

Despite the global live broadcast, Ortolan did not show any unusual behavior.

But in reality, this Mink Tribe Sulong form puts immense pressure on him. Originally over three meters tall, he is now over five meters tall. Just by looking at his physique, one can tell how terrifying the pressure his body is under right now is.

In the original story, the Mink Tribe's Sulong is a very burdensome transformation, and it usually can't be maintained for long.

The same would apply to Ortolan.

This extreme state, this state that can reach the other side, is something that Ortolan hasn't mastered for very long. At most, he can maintain it for about twenty minutes. Perhaps with continuous practice and refinement, he can extend this time.

To reiterate, even though he has already reached his peak in terms of strength, judging from his age and physical condition, he can still continue to grow!

With a crisp crackling sound like thunder, Ortolan extended a finger.

Not far away, Newgate, whose vision was already somewhat blurred, saw this scene. He barely raised his hand to wipe away the blood that was obscuring his vision, as if he sensed his impending doom, but he still managed to force a smile and said, "I recognize that move... Hell Thrust - One-Hit Punch, right?"

"That's right. Didn't we make a promise when we parted last time? I would deliver this ultimate blow and send you on your way to the throne of the strongest king!" Ortolan nodded and said softly.

He concentrated all his strength, including the power of thunder, into the fingertip of his right hand.

Ortolan stood still, giving Newgate a final moment to savor the world before asking, "Are you ready to face death, Whitebeard?"

Newgate had adjusted his posture; his figure, which had been somewhat hunched due to his injuries, was now upright again.

He faced Ortolan squarely, his posture poised and ready to strike.

He didn't speak, perhaps because he no longer had the strength to speak. Just straightening his chest and maintaining this last bit of pride had exhausted all his energy at that moment.

Ortolan seemed to read this in his eyes, and sighed softly, saying, "It's over..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ortolan pushed off with his feet, his figure flashing into the distance. His fingertips, crackling with lightning power, pierced Newgate's heart. Then, a dazzling beam of lightning, as thick as an index finger, pierced through Newgate's tall body, transforming into a thousand-meter-long streak of light that shot into the sky and disappeared at the edge of the world!

"This skill, once mastered, is unwavering and invincible!"

After a brief pause, Ortolan pulled his finger from Newgate's chest, flicked it lightly, and scattered the blood-stained fingertip onto the ground.

The Old Era ended with the last remnant of the party; the New Era has no ship to carry them!

Meanwhile, in the Holy Land, Mary Geoise.

Panger Castle, Chamber of Power.

After exchanging glances, the Five Elders looked around, then Saint Nashuro, put his hand to his lips, and coughed slightly, a little embarrassed, saying, "Well, regarding the matter of immediately transferring Ortolan after the war, I think we shouldn't be too forceful. After all, Ortolan is a great Admiral of our World Government. We can discuss things together."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other Five Elders nodded in agreement. That's right, that's right. Ortolan is loyal and brave. It's best to discuss things with him beforehand, lest we discourage this brave warrior and cause any conflicts.

It's definitely not because Ortolan's current display of strength is too overwhelming, leaving them somewhat bewildered!

It's because they believe in Ortolan's loyalty!