Aramaki frowned slightly when he heard Doflamingo's words.
That sentence had been far too composed, too composed for someone who had been chased onto a deserted island.
But Aramaki soon sneered.
He admitted that Doflamingo was quite strong.
A seemingly ordinary String-String Fruit had been developed to such an extent that it was already enough to crush the vast majority of powerful figures on these seas.
But so what?
He was a Logia-type Woods-Woods Fruit user, a hidden powerhouse personally chosen by the Five Elders.
Even across the entire Navy, he was a monster firmly standing above the threshold of an Admiral!
"I hope your strength is as tough as your mouth."
Aramaki suddenly raised both hands, and the ground beneath his feet exploded.
Countless vines burst from the soil like green serpents, then instantly hardened into sharp wooden spikes in midair.
"Verdant Realm: Myriad Arrows!"
Dense spikes filled the sky and plunged toward the rock where Doflamingo stood.
Doflamingo did not dodge.
He stood where he was, his pink feathered coat snapping wildly in the wind, that infuriating smile still lingering at the corner of his lips.
The next second.
"Puff puff puff puff puff—!"
Countless vine spikes pierced through his body, pinning him to the rock like prey.
Aramaki's eyes narrowed.
Something was wrong. There was no blood.
The pierced Doflamingo suddenly grinned, his body splitting apart at the wounds and scattering into countless transparent threads in the wind.
"Black Knight..."
Aramaki's pupils abruptly constricted. A scarlet gleam flashed in his eyes as he sharply turned toward the shadows beneath the rock.
"When did you...?!"
As the realization struck him, a hand slowly reached out from the shadows at the base of the rock.
The real Doflamingo was kneeling on one knee in the darkness, blood staining the