After reaching an agreement, Charlotte Linlin and Doflamingo did not turn and leave. Instead, they faced each other head-on as they slowly backed away. Even the Conqueror's Haki around Charlotte Linlin showed no sign of receding.
Only after both sides had withdrawn several kilometers did Doflamingo turn around and leave these waters with Sancho.
After traveling a long distance, Doflamingo finally relaxed, only to feel aching weakness and pain throughout his body.
After exchanging so many rounds with Charlotte Linlin, Doflamingo's injuries were far from light, and most of his stamina had been drained. If he had not come up with the crooked trick of hypnotizing the Homies at the end, he and Sancho would probably have had no choice but to flee in disgrace.
Sancho, flying beside Doflamingo, wore an equally exhausted expression. His eyes were also filled with lingering fear.
Holy shit! A monster like that can actually exist among humans? That's just fucking ridiculous. I thought the one on my back was already the strongest human alive.
No matter what, after experiencing such a bitter battle, Sancho finally understood what kind of people Great Pirates truly were.
Of course, Doflamingo had not come away empty-handed either.
Big Mom's three Homies were all in his hands now.
Thundercloud Zeus had become his personal mount. As for the little sun Prometheus, Doflamingo planned to give it to Sancho. Sancho's flames would make a perfect match with Prometheus.
As for Napoleon, Doflamingo could not think of what to do with it for the moment.
Whether used as a sword or a hat, it was naturally a perfect fit in Big Mom's hands. But for Doflamingo, it was simply too large.
Moreover, the style of this pirate cutlass was completely incompatible with Doflamingo's fighting habits. It would not increase his combat