"Vergo!" Trebol roared, flinging his arm with all his might. A massive wave of mucus surged toward Doflamingo like a tide.
Doflamingo frowned, not because it was troublesome, but because it was disgusting.
Not wanting to be touched by that slime, Narikitsune in his hand once again bloomed with dazzling light. Sword energy pierced through the wave of mucus like a beam of light and struck Trebol's body.
"Argh!" Trebol screamed and fell to the ground. Yet when he saw him collapse, Doflamingo merely curled his lip.
Trebol looked like a fat middle-aged man. In truth, having read the original story, Doflamingo naturally knew better. His entire body was bulked up by the Sticky-Sticky Fruit; he himself was pitifully scrawny. The sword strike had hit his left ribs. It had not struck anything vital at all.
With a cold sneer, Doflamingo's sword flashed repeatedly. Countless streams of sword energy swept Trebol up like a flash flood. Amid miserable screams, Trebol, hacked to pieces all over, crashed to the ground.
"Trebol! You bastard!" The burly man with the shrill voice charged over from afar. A fist coated in Armament Haki smashed down viciously.
Doflamingo remained expressionless and raised his fist to counter. Amid a series of cracking sounds, the burly man was sent flying straight into the pirates. After crushing several pirates to death, his entire right arm dangled limply at his side.
"Damn it, this guy... he's impossible to beat... He's a monster!" The burly man clutched his arm, fear finally appearing on his face. He turned and tried to flee.
If they had fought face-to-face, Doflamingo would have needed a couple more moves to deal with him. But turning his back and running from a Great Swordsman could only be called seeking death—utterly foolish.
With a casual thrust, a