Are You Throwing the Fight?

The blunt question instantly put everyone on edge.

The successive appearance of heavyweight figures had already extinguished their hopes of competing for it.

If even Fire Fist Ace had set his sights on this Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit...

How were they supposed to survive?

Though they harbored complaints, they did not dare act rashly before a powerhouse under one of the Four Emperors.

"A Devil Fruit?" Ace lifted the brim of his hat and said with a smile, "Doflamingo, you underestimate my principles."

"I'm not like Teach, a dog that bites its master. I wouldn't disregard my principles for the sake of a Devil Fruit."

At that, Ace shifted his gaze and said, "Lord Saitama has done me a favor. I came to Dressrosa this time to help him obtain the Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit."

"I just didn't expect that you, a Seven Warlord of the Sea and the king of Dressrosa, would use such despicable means—making defeating Lord Saitama the primary condition for obtaining the Devil Fruit. If word of this gets out, aren't you afraid of being disgraced?"

"Who would dare make a deal with a petty man like you in the future?"

His contemptuous rebuke echoed through the sky, lingering for a long while.

Doflamingo's expression darkened slightly, but he forced a mocking smile. "Captain Ace, I thought you were one of my kind. I didn't expect you to be such an old fool, completely unaware of the situation at hand."

"I did make Saitama the target of public criticism, but you can't blame me for that. You can only blame him for being too good at making enemies."

"Who came here without wanting to kill him? Even without my interference, once he stepped into the arena, he would still become everyone's target."

"He should be thanking