Favor and Grudge, Farewell to the Past!

"White Wolf Magnus!!!"

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

It had been too long.

Farrell couldn't remember the last time he had fought with such all-out effort, without any schemes or tricks.

Just pure combat.

His enemy was a legend among pirates, one of the strongest swordsmen in this world.

The immense pressure made Farrell struggle to breathe.

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

Farrell stood at two meters tall, but Magnus, 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 eventually transformed into her Beastman Form, Magnus's Beastman Form was more savage. It wasn't just his swordplay; any part of his body could become a weapon for Magnus.

But it seemed like Magnus was dominating Farrell.

Only Magnus knew that he couldn't land a finishing blow. If this continued, he would eventually run out of stamina.

Suddenly.

Magnus stumbled.

Farrell, seizing the opportunity, lunged forward without hesitation.

This was a chance.

It was Farrell's chance.

It also signaled to Magnus that his time was running out.

Since a mistake had been made.

He would make the best of it!

A fierce glint flashed in Magnus's eyes. Having sailed the seas for so many years, without any cheat codes, he had survived this long not just through luck, but more importantly, because he dared to fight and dare to gamble!

I have the Mythical Zoan type of Zoan Fruit. If I get stabbed, I'll just eat well and recover.

What kind of fruit do you have?

As the heavy blade was about to fall, Farrell felt his heart pounding faster than ever before.

Should he advance, or retreat?

If it were any other enemy, Farrell would have advanced without hesitation.

Because he was an ability user of the Paramecia Damage-Damage Fruit.

Anything he touched and damaged would be difficult to recover.

One stab.

As long as he could stab Magnus once.

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

But, should he gamble?

All thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

He couldn't gamble!

Farrell ultimately retreated.

His stab might heavily wound Magnus, but afterward, he would likely be trapped in Magnus's stormy onslaught, unable to escape.

Already at a disadvantage, could he hold on?

Sometimes, habits determined success or failure.

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

In a real battle, how could he dare to gamble with his own life?

And in the moment he retreated.

Magnus smiled.

The White Wolf bared a ferocious grin.

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

"Hahaha..."

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

Rocks had initially thought he was the strongest fighter in town. Even the town's police couldn't match him. Fighting a pirate who clearly looked like a nobody should have been a sure thing, right?

But as soon as the fight started, he was almost outmatched.

"However, in the end, I was still the more skilled one, hahaha!"

He only paid the price of an arm, and Cassius's sword had already been knocked away by him. What could a bare-handed Cassius use to fight him?

On the other side, Cassius's expression was blank.

He knew he had failed.

He had the upper hand at the beginning. In the White Wolf Pirates, he never lacked powerful people to guide him. However, he watched Rocks practice a third-rate swordsmanship, and then slowly steal his techniques. In the end, he used an arm as a price to knock away the katana in his hand.

Was this genius?

Cassius understood the look Magnus gave him for the first time.

It was pity.

It was a sigh.

In the end, he couldn't even defeat a helmsman that the captain casually picked up.

Thump!

A corpse fell from the sky, heavily smashing 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.

Magnus's strength was originally above Farrell's. He was just getting old and his stamina couldn't keep up, so he couldn't exert his full strength.

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

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

As time passed, as long as Farrell held on.

Magnus might be the one to lose.

Unfortunately, Farrell couldn't hold on.

However, although Magnus won, Farrell's death throes had almost scraped off a layer of his skin.

Now Magnus was covered in blood, and his stamina was less than ten percent.

Fortunately, his old injuries had all recovered.

If he had fought with his old injuries, the outcome would have been hard to say.

And at this moment, the system panel.

[After a not-so-difficult battle, you easily defeated Bloody Skull Farrell. As a remnant of the old era, you were destined to be eliminated by the times the moment you lost your dreams and your drive.]

[You have obtained Conqueror's Haki aptitude.]

[Your cell activity has slightly increased.]

Not difficult?

Magnus's mouth twitched. Whatever the system says, it says.

As for the Conqueror's Haki aptitude he had been longing for.

With a thought from Magnus, an invisible aura suddenly erupted. Rocks and Cassius on the ship turned pale, as if they had seen some prehistoric beast, and almost fainted.

"Hmm, it's just a preliminary mastery. It seems that to use Conqueror's Haki proficiently, there is no other way besides fighting."

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

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

More advanced uses were impossible.

Because Magnus'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."

Magnus was not in a hurry, as it was just the beginning.

"Captain..."

Cassius's voice sounded from the side. Magnus turned his head and saw the young pirate trembling slightly, looking at him with a pleading gaze.

"I..."

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

Magnus said calmly as he looked at Cassius.

Magnus admitted that in the past five years, his spirit had been far from what it used to be. His attitude towards Cassius was more of a laissez-faire approach.

Cassius was mostly 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 died in that village long ago.

So.

"I made a mistake."

In Cassius's terrified gaze, Magnus swung his blade down.

"Now I will fix it."

"Cassius."

"You don't owe us anymore."

Magnus'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 Magnus to burst into laughter.

Now.

It was a new beginning!