The courtyard vibrated under the weight of Captain Morgan's voice. He raised his axe-hand high, metal glinting in the sun, his monstrous frame towering over the crowd.
"TREMBLE! For you face the hand of justice itself!"
The Marines roared, drawing strength from his presence. Civilians shrank back,
clutching each other in terror.
But Magnus… Magnus simply walked forward.
Each step was deliberate, quiet, yet the weight of his aura pressed heavier with every pace. Silver-white hair fluttered in the sea breeze, his cold eyes locked on Morgan like a predator closing in.
Morgan sneered. "Arrogant worm! You think you can oppose me?!"
His axe-hand came crashing down with bone-splitting force, the air itself shrieking from the swing. Dust and splinters exploded where it struck—only to reveal Magnus, standing unscathed, two fingers pinching the edge of the axe.
Gasps tore from every throat. Even Zoro's eye widened.
"Impossible…" a Marine whispered.
Morgan snarled, veins bulging. He strained, muscles swelling, but the axe would not budge from Magnus's grip.
Magnus's voice was calm, cold, and absolute.
"Strength without discipline is nothing."
And then he moved.
A flick of his wrist sent Morgan stumbling. Before the giant could recover, Magnus stepped in, his fist clad in Armament Haki, slamming into Morgan's gut with the force of a cannon. The Marine Captain's eyes bulged as spit flew from his mouth—his massive body lifted off the ground and crashed into the dirt, stone cracking beneath him.
The courtyard erupted in chaos. Marines shouted in panic, civilians screamed, but Magnus did not stop.
Morgan roared, dragging himself up, his axe swinging wildly. Magnus flowed around each strike like water, his movements precise, untouchable. Every miss sent the ground splitting, but Magnus was already there—an elbow to the jaw, a kick to the ribs, a strike to the throat.
Blood sprayed. Bone cracked.
The Marines stared in horror as their tyrant once feared as untouchable was dismantled piece by piece.
Finally, Morgan raised his axe one last time, a desperate bellow tearing from his throat.
Magnus's eyes narrowed. His aura surged, the storm within him finally breaking loose. Conqueror's Haki rippled across the courtyard, dropping Marines like wheat before a scythe. The civilians collapsed, wide-eyed with primal fear. Even Zoro felt the weight pressing down, though he smirked through clenched teeth.
Magnus's voice cut through the silence, sharp as a blade.
"Fall."
In a blur, he moved. His strike was too fast, too precise—the axe shattered, fragments raining to the ground. A follow-up kick sent Morgan crashing into the execution stand, wood exploding into splinters as his body went limp.
Silence.
The tyrant of Shells Town lay broken,
unconscious, defeated not in a duel but in a slaughter.
Magnus straightened, dusting his hands as if the entire fight had been nothing more than a mild inconvenience. His cold eyes scanned the Marines, daring anyone to move.
None did.
Zoro chuckled, shaking his head even as he remained bound. "Tch… Guess I'm not the only monster here."