Nation Splitter!

Blood Skull Pirates.

"What!?"

Seeing Magnus leap from the ship and then run towards the small island by stepping on air, the pirates on the Blood Skull Pirates' ship had their eyeballs almost pop out.

"How can this person fly?"

"That must be White Wolf Magnus, right?"

"Bad news, Captain, White Wolf Magnus is getting away!"

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Kicking away the pirate who was making a fuss, Farrell cursed, "Get lost, I know that without you telling me."

"Full speed ahead!"

In the New World, flying wasn't exactly rare, but being able to learn the skill of "Flight" was something not everyone could do.

At least Blood Skull Farrell couldn't.

So, he could only furiously order the helmsman on the ship to sail towards the island where Magnus was.

"Captain Farrell, what about that ship?"

Seeing the ship engulfed in flames after being hit by cannonballs, the young pirate who had revealed Magnus's whereabouts couldn't help but ask.

"Who cares about that?"

Farrell looked annoyed. At their current speed, it would take about half an hour to reach the island, and by then Magnus would have already rested on the island for who knows how long.

They had originally intended to bombard Magnus to wear him down.

But then a small island suddenly appeared?

"Damn it!"

Magnus with insufficient stamina and Magnus with full stamina were two completely different concepts. Even if he was now resting and waiting to fight, he had no confidence in a fair fight against this legend among pirates.

In a bad mood, Farrell's gaze towards the youth also turned displeased.

He said with ill intent, "Since you care so much about that ship, why don't you go take a look now? Maybe you can even put out the fire on the ship."

Farrell noticed that on Magnus's ship, besides Magnus, there was another person, seemingly Magnus's helmsman. But since Magnus himself had run off, it meant he didn't care about the helmsman's life at all.

Farrell wasn't surprised. Weren't pirates like this?

Every man for himself when disaster strikes.

Magnus's actions fit Farrell's stereotype of pirates perfectly.

"Okay!"

However, what Farrell didn't expect was that the youth gritted his teeth and actually jumped off the ship, swimming towards Magnus's ship that was already engulfed in flames.

Farrell had only one evaluation for this.

Idiot!

An unnamed small island.

After running more than ten kilometers in one go using Moonwalk, even though Magnus's internal injuries had already recovered with the system's help, he couldn't help but pant.

After all, he was old.

"Since I've run away, the Blood Skull idiots shouldn't be chasing my ship anymore, right?"

How much was an old, worn-out ship worth?

On this sea, pirates killed each other either for fame or for profit. Who would do something without benefit?

Now, what these pirates should be doing was pursuing him with all their might.

Because as time passed, his stamina was recovering every second. Once he fully recovered and hid on the island.

It would be hard to say who would be chasing whom.

But just in case.

"Let's just say Rocks got unlucky. That guy is a pirate with a bounty of 160 million. Decades later, with inflation, it could even reach over a billion."

This was also why Magnus hadn't recklessly rushed onto the Blood Skull Pirates' ship.

Come on, he was seventy years old!

If he wanted to go on a rampage, it would have been better twenty or thirty years ago.

Who knew that at this moment, his idiotic system would cause trouble again.

However, this time, the information on the system panel made Magnus's already cloudy eyes erupt with unprecedented brilliance.

[In a narrow path, the brave wins. Running away is the choice of the cowardly. Facing an old pirate in his twilight years, you should bravely counterattack instead of constantly fleeing.]

[Mission: Defeat Blood Skull Farrell head-on.]

[Reward: Conqueror's Haki potential, slight increase in cell activity!]

Conqueror's Haki potential!

Magnus hadn't expected the system to be so generous for dealing with mere Blood Skulls.

In the New World, people with Conqueror's Haki were as numerous as carp crossing a river.

But this kind of thing...

You either had it, or you didn't.

Lacking Conqueror's Haki meant losing the ticket to the pinnacle of this world. Even if your other two Haki types were exceptional, it was difficult to defeat top-tier Conqueror's Haki users.

This was because top-tier Conqueror's Haki possessed the power to shut down Observation Haki, and the entanglement of Conqueror's Haki surpassed that of Armament Haki.

Regrettably, Magnus did not possess Conqueror's Haki.

Therefore, no matter how hard Magnus tried, he couldn't reach the apex of piracy.

How much water a barrel could hold depended on the shortest plank.

And now, this short plank had a chance to be mended!

"Blood Skull Farrell?"

The aged pirate licked his lips, watching the pirate ship drawing closer, a ferocious expression appearing on his face for the first time.

"Since the system is so generous, then for my sake, die!"

Sails were not yet entirely replaced by engines on ships of this era. Under Farrell's urging, a group of pirates rowed desperately, shortening a journey that would normally take half an hour to twenty minutes.

In other words, Magnus had only arrived on the island fifteen minutes before the Blood Skull Pirates.

"In such a short time, I don't believe you can fully recover!"

Farrell stepped onto the bow of the ship, gazing at the island with a grim look. His greatest worry now was that Magnus would land and hide, forcing him to split his forces to search for him.

This completely went against his original plan.

His plan was to have his crew attack Magnus together, wear him down, and then he, the captain, would finish him off.

He had defeated countless opponents stronger than himself using this method.

If Magnus hid, they risked being picked off one by one.

"Will you hide? White Wolf Magnus!"

Suddenly, Farrell's pupils contracted to pinpricks, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He actually saw Magnus standing on the beach!

"Hahahaha, White Wolf Magnus, since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

He intended to kill White Wolf Magnus, making the legend of the old era his stepping stone!

"Cannon fire!"

Farrell roared, ready to strike at any moment.

But faster than his roar, Magnus on the beach slowly advanced towards the Blood Skull Pirates.

A terrifying aura surged from Magnus's body. From the day he set sail at eighteen, he had trained day in and day out, constantly improving.

Magnus's mastery of his skills had long since reached the point of perfection.

And the Giant Tribe's combat technique—Nation Splitter—was the pinnacle of the fusion of skill and power.

White fur began to grow.

His lean body began to expand.

A fierce wind suddenly whipped up.

The air was compressed.

The space around Magnus seemed to be sucked into a vacuum in that instant.

Unlike the previous time on the ship.

This time, Magnus was going all out, truly recreating this top-tier technique.

"Nation Splitter!"

With a low growl, Magnus swung his blade.

The shockwave of compressed air shot out like a giant cannon, visible even to Rocks, who was struggling to extinguish the fire on his ship in the distance.

Under this strike...

The sea was split in two.

All obstacles in its path were destroyed.

The pirate ships of the Blood Skull Pirates...

Suffered the same fate.

Under this devastating slash, the brand-new sailing ships were torn to shreds. The countless pirates on the ships were pulverized into dust by the terrifying impact, without even a chance to struggle.

In a single blow.

Magnus destroyed the pirate ships of the Blood Skull Pirates, destroying the culmination of Farrell's efforts over countless years.

In that moment, Rocks even forgot that Magnus had tricked him earlier. His shoe-shaped face, beneath his messy black hair, turned a deep red.

"I must learn this move!"