Canine-Canine Fruit: Mythical Zoan: White Wolf Form

"I have to learn this move!"

Rocks let out a low growl. He did not notice the dripping-wet hand gripping the edge of the railing on one side of the sailboat.

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

The young pirate Cassius appeared on deck.

"Even if I have no talent, I'll become a Great Pirate like the captain—no, I'll surpass him!"

Cassius saw the only person aboard: a young man about his own 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 back.

"What did you say!?"

Only then did Rocks notice Cassius, who had somehow appeared on the deck.

He picked at his ear, his face full of disdain.

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

"You want it?"

A D-shaped grin spread across Rocks's face.

"Then come and take it!"

For some reason, Cassius felt uneasy when he saw the smile on Rocks's face.

But he was only a helmsman.

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

Crash!

The waves battered the beach.

Unlike Rocks's excitement, Magnus did not let down his guard after launching that strike.

Young people were always ignorant, but how could a Great Pirate with a bounty of 170 million beli be killed so easily by such a wide-range attack?

After all, they were hundreds of meters apart!

Sure enough.

As debris from the pirate ship scattered across the sea, Farrell's furious, bloodcurdling roar rang out as well.

"White! Wolf! Magnus!"

Farrell could not fly, but a distance of several hundred meters was no longer an obstacle to him.

Before Magnus's Nation Splitter struck the ship.

Farrell had already dodged.

But when he dodged, the pirate ship behind him immediately suffered.

Farrell's heart was bleeding now.

He had only just bought that new ship, and it had cost him a full 50 million beli!

If he had not been short on money.

Why would he have risked targeting a legend of the pirate world like Magnus?

And now this had happened.

He had not even seen Magnus's treasure, yet he had already lost a ship.

As for how many people aboard had survived.

It would be fortunate if even half of them had made it.

No matter what, his plan to have his crew deal with Magnus had fallen apart.

"Bloody Skull Farrell, I don't recall any grudge between us."

Magnus stood with his sword in hand, facing Bloody Skull Farrell as he quickly regulated the slightly disordered breathing caused by using his "ultimate move."

"Shut up!"

Farrell glared at Magnus with hatred in his eyes.

"There wasn't one before, but there is now. If you obediently hand over your treasures, I can still grant you a quick death!"

"Treasure?"

Hearing Farrell's words, Magnus was briefly stunned. Then, as if he had heard something hilarious, he burst out laughing.

"Pwahahahaha! I don't remember having any treasure. Didn't that brat Cassius tell you that when I disbanded the crew, I divided all the money among them?"

At first, Magnus had wondered who had betrayed him. But after seeing Cassius aboard the Blood Skull Pirates' ship.

He understood.

Cassius had been a survivor they found in a village slaughtered by a group of pirates, after fighting that group of pirates.

At the time, Magnus was already sixty-five. He had increasingly begun to struggle in battle and had started considering retirement. So when Cassius joined, Magnus had intended to train him for a while before letting him seek his own path.

However, Cassius had no talent.

Or rather, his talent was not in combat, but in shipbuilding.

Thus, over the last five years, Cassius had developed deep feelings for Magnus's ship.

To the point that when they finally parted ways, Cassius had hoped Magnus would give him the ship, allowing him to continue traveling in place of the White Wolf Pirates.

Magnus refused.

Cassius was too weak. In the New World, he lacked the strength to protect such a large ship.

Magnus simply had not expected Cassius to choose betrayal in the end.

Farrell did not know what Magnus was thinking.

But he absolutely did not believe that Magnus, as a pirate, would give all his wealth to his crew.

"Since you refuse to talk—"

Two daggers appeared in Farrell's hands.

"Then I'll defeat you and force you to tell me!"

He stepped forward and lowered his body. The raging sea wind whipped his scarlet coat into a violent flutter.

Bang!

As the ground beneath his feet exploded into a crater, two flashes of cold light instantly appeared before Magnus and lunged at him.

There were no fancy tricks.

It was simply pure speed.

As a Great Pirate with a bounty of 170 million beli, Farrell was indeed despicable and shameless. But it could not be denied that besides being vile, he was also powerful.

However, the person standing before him was no minor character like those he usually dealt with.

White Wolf Magnus.

He was a legend who had dominated these seas for fifty years, a legend among pirates, and the wielder of the Canine-Canine Fruit: Mythical Zoan: White Wolf Form.

Or perhaps.

Everyone was more familiar with this fruit by another name.

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Canine-Canine Fruit: Mythical Zoan: Okuchi no Makami Form!

That was right—the fruit later eaten by Yamato, daughter of Beasts Kaido, one of the Four Emperors.

That had happened forty years ago.

After roaming the seas for ten years, Magnus had finally reached his limit.

He had some talent, but not enough to help him climb to the summit.

Back then, even facing an ordinary Navy Vice Admiral required him to give everything he had.

So, after obtaining a Devil Fruit during a chance raid, Magnus had chosen to eat it despite not knowing what kind of ability it possessed.

In this world where strength reigned supreme, Magnus had long realized after years of wandering that hard work only determined a person's lower limit.

Only talent.

Determined a person's upper limit.

Before true talent, hard work was not worth mentioning.

Only Devil Fruits.

Could break through a person's limits.

As for the cost of losing the ability to swim.

Before such a tremendous increase in strength, it was utterly insignificant.

Fortunately.

What Magnus had obtained was not some strange, useless fruit ability, but a Zoan Fruit, the type that most greatly enhanced one's basic physical abilities.

And it was one of the most special Mythical Zoans.

"Didn't react in time?"

Seeing that his twin daggers were already inches away while Magnus had not moved at all, Farrell laughed loudly. "White Wolf Magnus, you really have grown old!"

Rip!

The daggers stabbed into Magnus's eyes, but the strange sensation made Farrell frown.

"Is that so?"

Magnus's deep voice came from the side. Farrell watched as, with the daggers embedded in it, the "Magnus" before him began to turn pale.

Crack!

Bone-piercing frost continuously spread along Farrell's daggers.

"Brat!"

A surging icy current coiled around Magnus's sword. He suddenly appeared on Farrell's other side, and only when he saw the long blade about to fall did Farrell remember—Magnus was not only 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 nearly three-meter-tall humanoid white wolf raised the long blade in his hand.

And brought it down.