"Gild Tesoro!"
"Gaia Chaos!"
Doflamingo spoke each name slowly, blood still spilling from the corners of his mouth. But behind his sunglasses, his gaze was sharper than ever. The man before him made him feel an overwhelming pressure.
It was as if he meant to make Doflamingo submit in will, soul, and body.
Doflamingo admitted he had never seen anyone so terrifying.
But he was Donquixote Doflamingo, Born to be King.
He would never submit to anyone.
He had his own pride and convictions.
CRACKLE!!!
The storm-ravaged sky churned, covered by streaks of terrifying black-and-red lightning. One wave of wind and rain followed another.
Behind Doflamingo, Trebol and the others lay in the ruins, gripping the ground with both hands and gritting their teeth as they struggled to withstand that domineering, limitless will.
"Just as I'd expect from a man I admire."
At the playful voice, the golden glow gradually faded, revealing Chaos's true appearance.
His black hair stood stylishly upright. His sharp, angled brows framed long, narrow black eyes, their depths gleaming with a keen edge. His thin lips were lightly pursed, and his features were sharply defined. Tall and lean, yet not bulky, he was like an eagle in the night—cold, proud, and solitary, yet radiating an overbearing presence. Even standing alone, he seemed to look down on heaven and earth.
His upper body was bare, and a savage, lifelike dragon moved across his eight-pack abs and powerful chest. Behind him, two golden halos, one large and one small, spun against each other, radiating an imposing, invincible might.
He was a god!
And more than that, he was a young emperor who ruled the world.
"I'm curious to know how much you can take."
Chaos hovered three feet above the ground, one hand behind his back as he