The sea breeze on Swallow Island carried the stench of gunpowder and blood, spreading the atmosphere of battle into every corner.
The Donquixote Family's flag snapped in the fierce wind, as though proclaiming the brutality of the battle.
Doflamingo stood atop a high reef, his pink feather coat billowing in the wind.
His trademark vicious grin hung on his lips, and the threads wrapped around his fingertips gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
At his feet, dozens of Marine soldiers lay scattered across the ground, their blood staining the beach red.
"Vice Admiral E, did you think you could stop me with so few troops?"
His laughter dripped with undisguised mockery, but his eyes behind his sunglasses flashed with vigilance.
Trebol's thick mucus had sealed off the entire harbor, gluing several warships firmly to the surface of the sea.
Diamante swung his longsword, its sharp blade whipping up waves of steel thorns that drove back the Marines attempting to break through.
Yet despite their outward show of ease, both top executives were already tense with anxiety.
Damn it!
Why was this old woman so hard to deal with?
Trebol cursed inwardly, beads of sweat rolling down his greasy forehead.
For the past six months, Vice Admiral He had pursued them like a shadow, nearly cornering them several times.
Diamante's blade trembled slightly.
He would never forget how, during their last encounter, Vice Admiral He had effortlessly dismantled his proudest technique, Half-Moon Funeral.
Even now, the memory of being seen through completely sent a chill down his spine.
"The Marines' justice will never be trampled by scum like you!"
Vice Admiral He's voice was quiet, yet it pierced the battlefield like a sharp sword.
He stepped forward, his hair streaming in the sea breeze, his piercing gaze fixed on Doflamingo.
As he