Gratitude and Grudges, Farewell to the Past!

"White Wolf Moger!!!"

On a desolate, remote small island, Farrell's roar echoed through the heavens.

It's been too long.

Farrell couldn't remember the last time he fought with all his might, without any schemes or tricks.

Just pure combat.

His enemy was a legend among pirates, one of the most powerful swordsmen in the world.

The immense pressure made Farrell almost unable to breathe.

"Hahaha, that's it, brat, don't disappoint this old man too much!"

Farrell stood at two meters tall, but Moger, in his wolf form, was a full three meters high.

The battle between them was like a giant and a dwarf.

Unlike Yamato's slender form when she becomes a beastman in the future, Moger's beastman form was more savage. It wasn't just his blade; any part of his body could become Moger's weapon.

But it seemed like Moger was overwhelming Farrell.

Only Moger knew that he couldn't deliver a finishing blow. If they continued like this, he would eventually run out of stamina.

Suddenly.

Moger stumbled.

Farrell, seizing the opportunity, lunged forward without hesitation.

This was a chance.

It was Farrell's chance.

It also told Moger that his time was running out.

Since a mistake had been made.

He would make the best of it!

A fierce glint flashed in Moger's eyes. Having roamed the seas for so many years, without any cheat skills, he survived this long not just through luck, but more importantly, because he dared to fight and take risks!

I have a Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit. A stab wound can be healed with a good meal. What kind of Fruit do you have?

As the heavy blade was about to fall, Farrell felt his heart pounding like never before.

Should he advance or retreat?

If it were a different enemy, Farrell would have charged forward without hesitation.

Because he was an Awaken user of the Damage-Damage Fruit.

Anything he touched that was destroyed was difficult to restore.

One stab.

As long as he stabbed Moger once.

Even Moger, with his Zoan Devil Fruit, wouldn't be able to withstand it.

But, should he gamble?

All thoughts flashed through his mind in the blink of an eye.

He couldn't gamble!

Farrell ultimately backed down.

His stab might severely wound Moger, but afterward, he would be trapped in Moger's storm of attacks, unable to escape.

Already at a disadvantage, could he hold on?

Sometimes, habits determine success or failure.

He had always been accustomed to letting his subordinates wear down the enemy first.

When it came to a real fight, how could he dare to gamble with his own life?

And in that moment he retreated.

Moger smiled.

The White Wolf bared a ferocious grin.

"The outcome is decided, Farrell. Your mettle is nothing more than this!"

"Hah... hah..."

On the Black Pearl, one hand hung limply. Rocks stood with all his might, looking at Cassius in front of him, who was equally disheveled.

Rocks had initially thought he was the strongest in the town, that even their town's police couldn't defeat him. Fighting a pirate who clearly looked like a nobody should have been a piece of cake, right?

But once the fight started, he was almost outmatched.

"However, in the end, my skills were superior, haha!"

He only paid the price of one arm, while Cassius's sword had already been knocked away by him. How could a disarmed Cassius fight him?

On the other side, Cassius's face was expressionless.

He knew he had failed.

He had the upper hand at the beginning. In the White Wolf Pirates, he never lacked guidance from strong individuals. However, he watched as Rocks, wielding a third-rate swordsmanship, gradually stole his techniques. In the end, he used one arm as a price to knock away the katana from his hand.

Is this genius?

For the first time, Cassius understood the look Mongge gave him.

It was pity.

It was a sigh.

In the end, he couldn't even defeat a mere helmsman casually chosen by the captain.

THUD!

A corpse fell from the sky, heavily crashing onto the deck of the Black Pearl.

Seeing the figure falling from the sky.

Cassius's body couldn't help but tremble.

The captain... won!

From the moment Farrell retreated, the outcome was already decided.

Mongge's strength was already above Farrell's. He was only unable to exert his full power due to his old age and lack of stamina.

If Farrell had exchanged injuries with Mongge, then the younger Farrell might have achieved the final victory.

After all, recovering from injuries using a Zoan Devil Fruit also required stamina.

As time passed, as long as Farrell held on.

Mongge might have been the one to lose.

Unfortunately, Farrell couldn't hold on.

However, although Mongge won, Farrell's dying counterattack almost peeled off a layer of his skin.

Mongge was now covered in blood, his stamina depleted to less than ten percent.

Fortunately, his previous hidden injuries had recovered.

If he had fought with those hidden injuries, the outcome would have been truly uncertain.

And at this moment, the system panel.

[After a not-so-difficult battle, you easily defeated Blood Skull Farrell. As a remnant of the old era, the moment you lose your dreams and ambition, you are destined to be eliminated by the times.]
[You have obtained Conqueror's Haki potential.]
[Your cell activity has slightly increased.]

Not so difficult?

Mongge's mouth twitched. System, whatever you say goes.

As for the Conqueror's Haki potential he had been yearning for.

With a thought from Mongge, an invisible aura suddenly erupted. Rocks and Cassius on the ship turned pale, as if they had seen some primordial beast, nearly passing out.

"Hmm, I've only grasped it preliminarily. It seems that to use Conqueror's Haki proficiently, there's no other way besides combat."

Mongge's Armament Haki and Observation Haki were both top-tier. Thus, by analogy, he easily mastered the method of using Conqueror's Haki.

However, this so-called mastery was essentially a one-click clear, acting as a mob processor.

More advanced uses were impossible.

Because Mongge's Conqueror's Haki was not strong enough, he couldn't even knock out these rookie pirates, Rocks and Cassius.

"I'll take it slow."

Mongge wasn't in a hurry. After all, it was just the beginning.

"Captain..."

Cassius's voice sounded from the side. Mongge turned his head to look. The young pirate trembled slightly, gazing at him with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

"I..."

"Cassius, Lily and the others will be very sad, won't they?"

Mongge looked at Cassius and said calmly.

Mongge admitted that in the past five years, his drive had greatly diminished. His attitude towards Cassius was mostly hands-off.

Cassius was basically taken care of by his old crew members.

However, this was not a reason for Cassius to betray him.

Because he owed Cassius nothing.

If it weren't for them, Cassius might have already died in that village.

So.

"I made a wrong decision."

In Cassius's fearful gaze, Mongge swung his blade down.

"Now I will make amends."

"Cassius."

"You no longer owe us."

Mongge's blade severed the last thread of connection to the past.

He looked at another figure on the ship.

"Rocks, well done!"

"Hmph, naturally."

Rocks proudly lifted his head, causing Mongge to burst into laughter.

Now.

It was a new beginning!