Wolf-Wolf Fruit, Mythical Zoan, White Wolf Form

"I have to learn this move!"

Rocks let out a low growl, not noticing a wet hand gripping the edge of the sailing ship's hull on its side.

"Black Pearl, I won't hand you over to anyone."

The young pirate, Cassius, appeared on deck.

"Even if I don't have talent, I will become a Great Pirate like the captain, or even surpass him!"

Cassius saw the only other person on the ship, a young man about his age, the "helmsman" the captain had hired after parting ways with them.

"Kid, hand this ship over to me!"

Cassius drew the saber from his waist.

"What did you say!?"

Only then did Rocks notice Cassius, who had appeared on deck at some point.

He picked at his ear with disdain.

"That old geezer told me to guard this ship for him."

"You want it?"

A "D" shaped smile spread across Rocks' face.

"Then come and take it!"

Seeing the smile on Rocks' face, Cassius felt uneasy for some reason.

But he was just a mere helmsman.

"I'm a crew member of the White Wolf Pirates!"

WHOOSH!

Waves crashed against the beach.

Unlike Rocks' excitement, Mongge didn't let his guard down after unleashing his attack.

Young people are ignorant, but how could a Great Pirate with a bounty of 170 million Belly be easily killed by such a widespread attack?

After all, they were hundreds of meters apart!

As expected.

Along with the debris of the pirate ship scattering across the sea, Farrell's enraged, bloodcurdling roar also echoed.

"White! Wolf! Mong! Ge!"

Farrell couldn't fly, but a few hundred meters wasn't an obstacle for him.

Before Mongge's Hagoku hit the ship.

Farrell had already dodged.

But in doing so, his pirate ship behind him suffered the consequences.

Farrell's heart was bleeding now.

This was his newly bought ship, which had cost him a full 50 million Belly!

If he hadn't been short on cash.

Why would he have risked targeting Mongge, the legend of the pirate world?

Now look at him.

He hadn't seen Mongge's treasure, but he had lost a ship first.

As for how many people on board survived.

Half would be considered good.

Regardless, the plan to have his subordinates deal with Mongge was ruined.

"Blood Skull Farrell, I don't recall having any grievances with you."

Mongge stood with his saber, facing Blood Skull Farrell, quickly regulating his slightly disordered breathing after using his "ultimate move."

"Shut up!"

Farrell glared at Mongge with hatred.

"We didn't before, but now we do. If you obediently hand over your treasures, I can give you a quick death!"

"Treasure?"

Upon hearing Farrell's words, Mongge was taken aback, then burst into laughter as if he had heard something amusing.

"Pfft Hahahahaha— I don't recall having any treasure. Didn't you hear that brat Cassius say that I gave all my money to them when I disbanded the pirate group?"

Mongge had initially wondered who had betrayed him, but after seeing Cassius's figure on the Blood Skull Pirates' ship, he understood.

Cassius was a survivor they found in a village massacred by a group of pirates, after Cassius had fought alongside them.

At sixty-five years old at the time, he was increasingly outmatched in combat and already contemplating retirement. Therefore, his intention in accepting Cassius was to train him for a while before letting him find his own path.

However, Cassius lacked talent.

Or rather, his talent wasn't in combat, but in shipbuilding.

Thus, the experiences of the last five years led Cassius to develop a deep affection for his ship.

So much so that when they finally parted ways, Cassius wished for Moger to hand the ship over to him, so he could continue traveling in place of the White Wolf Pirates.

Moger refused.

Because Cassius was too weak; he wouldn't be able to defend such a large ship in the New World.

Yet, Moger hadn't expected Cassius to ultimately choose betrayal.

Farell didn't know what Moger was thinking.

But he absolutely refused to believe that Moger, as a pirate, would distribute all his assets to his crew members.

"Since you won't talk--"

Two daggers appeared in Farell's hands.

"Then I'll defeat you and force you to speak!"

He lunged forward, lowering his stance, the surging sea wind whipping his bright red coat.

Bang!

As the ground beneath his feet exploded into a crater, two cold glints instantly appeared before Moger, striking towards him.

No fancy moves.

Just pure speed.

As a Great Pirate with a Bounty of 170 million Belly, Farell was indeed despicable and shameless, but undeniably, besides being despicable, his strength was also formidable.

However, standing before him was not one of the minor figures he usually dealt with.

White Wolf Moger.

He was a legend who had roamed these seas for fifty years, a legend among pirates, the owner of the Dog-Dog Fruit, Mythical Zoan, White Wolf Form.

Or.

Everyone was more familiar with another name for this fruit.

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Dog-Dog Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Great King Form!

That's right, it was the same fruit consumed by Yamato, the daughter of Kaido of the Beasts, who would later become one of the Four Emperors.

That was forty years ago.

Ten years into his journey on the sea, Moger finally hit his limit.

Although he had some talent, it wasn't enough to help him reach the pinnacle.

At that time, he had to give his all just to face an ordinary Marine Vice Admiral.

So, after obtaining a Devil Fruit in a chance battle, even without knowing what abilities it would grant, Moger chose to eat it.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, Moger, who had adventured for many years, had long realized that effort only determined a person's floor.

Only talent.

Determined a person's ceiling.

In the face of true talent, effort was insignificant.

Only a Devil Fruit.

Could break a person's limits.

As for the price of being unable to swim in water, it was utterly irrelevant in the face of a significant increase in strength.

Fortunately.

Moger didn't get some random fruit ability, but a Zoan Devil Fruit that provided the greatest boost to basic physical qualities.

And it was among the most special, the Mythical Zoan type.

"Didn't react in time?"

Seeing his twin daggers mere inches away, yet Moger showing no reaction, Farell burst into laughter. "White Wolf Moger, you're finally getting old!"

Screech!

The daggers pierced Moger's eyes, but the strange sensation made Farell frown.

"Is that so?"

Moger's low voice came from the side. As Farell's daggers plunged in, he saw the "Moger" figure before him begin to turn pale.

Snap!

A biting chill spread along Farell's dagger.

"Brat!"

A surging cold current wrapped around Mongge's sword. Suddenly appearing on Farell's other side, seeing the long saber about to swing down, Farell finally remembered—Mongge wasn't just a Devil Fruit user, but also one of the world's foremost Great Swordsmen.

"If you want to use me as a stepping stone, you'd better be prepared to risk your life!"

A humanoid White Wolf, nearly three meters tall, swung the long saber in its hand.

It slashed down.