The Strongest Strike!

"However... I don't need to awaken my abilities to kill you!"

Doflamingo abruptly changed the subject, instantly rising from the pit and unleashing his String Whip once more.

Faced with this seemingly imposing counterattack, Oboro remained unmoved.

Why is it said that his confrontation with Dover was also a battle of wits?

This guy... his insight and analysis during the battle, including his grasp of the battle situation, are too sharp.

First... he realized his Haki wasn't strong enough, and in this level of combat, because it required Haki for a long time, it was a contest of stamina and endurance. Doflamingo seemed to be constantly being hit, but because of his Devil Fruit ability, he had a certain self-healing effect, using threads to stitch up his wounds... so his own energy expenditure was higher than Doflamingo's.

Putting aside the methods and martial arts techniques, Doflamingo's physical strength was already somewhat superior to his.

Furthermore, this Doflamingo in front of me isn't the real Doflamingo! He used the dust he stirred up earlier to hide his true form, and he's been catching his breath for a while now... trying to use the fake form to confuse me and continue to deplete my energy.

The Doflamingo who attacked was nothing more than a lifelike doll made of threads.

All of these methods were things that Joker had considered in his mind after assessing the strength of both sides in order to successfully kill him.

Because the other party realized that it was unlikely to easily defeat him! Long's gaze drifted to a flat area not far away.

In a split second, he dodged the attack from the fake body in front of him and unleashed God Fist as his waist swayed.

This time, as the wind from the punch surged, a powerful aura formed a ten-meter-sized fist phantom behind him... The Joker clone, who had missed his whip strike, immediately changed color upon seeing his movements and the direction his gaze was fixed on.

Almost the instant the God Fist was unleashed, the surrounding ground began to change. Soil and grass clippings were assimilated by a force, transforming into undulating threads that expanded over an ever-growing area. As for Doflamingo's true form, it emerged from the ground, the surging threads coiling around the high walls, making them exceptionally hard and blocking the terrifying force of the fist.

Standing behind the white wall, Dover adjusted his sunglasses with a finger and grinned, "Pretty clever... you actually figured it out!"

"Using such underhanded tactics is not befitting your status as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."

"I said jokingly."

He appeared calm and collected.

In reality, the other party's awakened abilities made Oboro feel alert and pressured.

Off White!

Suddenly, silver threads, like raging waves, swept towards him.

The visual impact is like that of a lonely human standing on the shore, waiting for a tsunami to crash down.

All around Lonely could be seen, only endless white silk threads.

Even the sky above was obscured.

All the Qi Vortex in his body started spinning simultaneously, using the method to mobilize and control the airflow within a radius of several miles; this was his current limit in controlling qi.

Immediately afterwards, as he raised his hand and clenched it, the white waves that were about to blot out the sky were frozen in mid-air.

Shield White! Great White!

However, there was more than one terrifying line rising from the ground.

More and more 'white curtains' bombarded us, intersecting with each other.

"Fufufu..."

Doflamingo's arrogant laughter also reached Oboro's ears.

Long raised his other hand, compressed the air at his fingertips, forming bullet-like points of light, and shot them out one after another.

The air mass struck the 'white wave,' blasting out a huge hole and tearing the white lines apart. In the blink of an eye, it was filled back in by new lines. This fruit ability, once awakened, seemed to be able to recover on its own at any time, infinitely regenerating.

Furthermore, the awakened Devil Fruit power has given these threads a qualitative leap in both strength and maneuverability... It is no longer possible for Oboro to easily destroy the threads.

There's no other way to get close to the target.

On the deserted island, white waves surged and churned, and Oboro dodged constantly... However, this battlefield seemed to have become Doflamingo's domain. No matter where he moved, all he could see were white threads. He tried to fly towards Doflamingo, but the guy protected himself extremely well with the threads and pushed his senses, or Observation Haki, to the limit... For a moment, Oboro had no chance to make a move.

In the end, Oboro's body was engulfed by the tidal wave that broke through the air barrier. He was as if he had fallen off a cliff, with a waterfall crashing down on him, and he slammed hard onto the ground with a deafening sound.

Doflamingo seized the opportunity and controlled his Devil Fruit power, instantly causing countless white waves to rise around the point where he landed, crashing down one after another.

Loud noises echoed continuously throughout the island.

After an unknown amount of time, large swaths of white silk dispersed like the receding tide.

Doflamingo was panting heavily, his face covered in sweat, and the blood on his body had already congealed.

His Observation Haki allowed him to sense that Oboro's aura had become extremely weak, but he was not completely dead yet...

He cursed inwardly... then let out a hoarse laugh, took a step, and walked forward.

"This is really troublesome... I should have let the admirals handle it, to save this trouble... After all, I have no obligation to deal with this kind of thing for them. It's just... it's been a long time since anyone has annoyed me this much..."

As they walked, Doflamingo continued to speak.

He saw Oboro lying motionless on the ground.

He knew that Oboro was still conscious and could hear.

However, before he even got close to Long, he suddenly stopped, his whole body tense.

"Um?"

Then, Long, dressed in a tattered suit with bloodstains on his exposed skin, stood up unsteadily.

The way he stood up was very strange.

It wasn't supported by its arms; instead, it stood upright like a bent spring.

Dover's pupils contracted.

His limbs froze! This guy... can still move?! Oboro's head was lowered, then slowly lifted up.

At that moment, a chill ran through Doflamingo's body, making his hair stand on end.

Because the eyes of the God Slayer were actually shining brightly... the pupils were completely invisible, unlike those of a normal creature!

"Very good... I haven't felt this way in a long time. The last time I was this miserable was with the Hunter x Hunter... You are indeed very strong, Doflamingo." Oboro stared at Joker expressionlessly and said coldly.

As he spoke, Oboro's expression became manic and excited. "This sense of danger, the possibility of being killed, has brought me back to life... Hahahahahaha!"

"Hahaha, that's awesome!"

"You're absolutely amazing!!"

"..."

Doflamingo stared at the God Slayer's monstrous appearance and immediately fell silent.

He now confirmed a hunch that had been lingering in his mind.

That means... there's definitely something wrong with the guy in front of me.

It's beyond just being bizarre.

"Let me..."

"Experience this feeling of... still being 'alive' once more."

Long murmured.

Having said that, he assumed a fighting stance, "The Celestial Dragons consider themselves the gods of this world, but... have you ever seen a real god?"

"No... I should ask, do you know... immortals?"

"Fufufufufu..."

Dover calmed himself down and then grinned menacingly.

The white line rolled again across the surrounding land.

"You really are... incredibly arrogant... brat!"

Suddenly, Long's eyes narrowed, and he uttered a few words: "The Celestial Cycle Numerology".

As soon as he finished speaking, a void-like fluctuation spread out from the space where the two were.

Oboro held up a finger towards Doflamingo from afar.

When the fingertip touched him, alarm bells went off in Dover's mind. Without thinking, he used his ultimate move purely out of physiological instinct.

Sixteen Holy Bullets, God Thread!