Doflamingo and Diamante stared without blinking at the battle among the four figures on the distant horizon, their eyes filled with shock and fascination.
"Dof, our captain is incredible. He can actually fight three opponents alone without falling behind..."
"He is indeed remarkable. Although the captain's flying Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit gives him a huge advantage in the air, he couldn't have done this without extensive combat experience and formidable personal strength."
"You're right. The captain's pair of golden wings is absurdly powerful. Their burst speed, maneuverability, and stopping speed are all astonishingly high."
"Sengoku and Akainu are being led around by the nose in the air. Kizaru can keep up and is even faster, but he moves too directly. His maneuverability is far inferior."
"Dof, honestly, I almost feel sorry for those three Marines. If this were on the ground, the situation would very likely be reversed." Diamante wore a gloating expression, looking nothing like someone who truly felt sorry for the Marines.
"Fuffuffuffu... It is frustrating. And with the battle in the air, Captain Nangong seems far less pressured. He's even practicing his swordsmanship. But why does this sword style look so strange and awkward... How should I describe it..."
At that point, Doflamingo stopped speaking. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face, as though he were searching for the right words.
"Dof, I know how to describe it. It's like someone with an obsessive need for symmetry. Whenever they see something asymmetrical, they always want to set it straight, and if they can't, they feel uncomfortable all over."
Doflamingo's eyes lit up, and he quickly laughed. "Right, right, that's exactly it. When Captain Nangong was holding a sword in one hand at first, I didn't feel that way. But when he holds swords in both hands—especially when