Paramount War Thirteen

"Oh ho ho... Looks like things are getting a little troublesome!"

Somewhere on the battlefield, Doflamingo gave a dry laugh, his expression somewhat stiff.

Whitebeard's injuries and illnesses had suddenly vanished completely, something he had never expected.

If the danger level of this war had been 1 before, then it was now 100—completely incomparable to before.

Having recovered all his fighting strength, Whitebeard truly possessed the ability to contend with Marine Headquarters, rather than merely being an empty shell like before.

"Ryan..."

He murmured the name, his gaze beneath his sunglasses fixed on the man standing beside Whitebeard on the Moby Dick, a faint smile on his lips.

He had heard this man's name before. After all, Ryan was a madman who had killed Celestial Dragons, and with Doflamingo's intelligence network, he also knew that Kizaru had been injured by Ryan and two others.

But he had never imagined Ryan possessed such an ability.

An ability capable of turning the tide at a crucial moment.

Taking a deep breath, he cast Ryan a wary glance before shifting his gaze toward the other Seven Warlords.

If the Marines held the advantage, it did not matter if people like them merely went through the motions. But if the Marines fell into a disadvantageous position, or even a stalemate, and they still stood by with folded arms, they would inevitably face a brutal reckoning afterward. That was absolutely intolerable to him, now that he was already king of Dressrosa.

But when it came to facing Whitebeard head-on—the strongest man on the seas, restored to full strength—not a single person dared claim they felt no apprehension.

In that case, finding two temporary allies was the best choice.

After a brief deliberation, Doflamingo first ruled out Kuma, who was not far ahead to his left.