The situation grew more urgent. The tide was about to turn in Doflamingo's favor, and even as Ye Chen fought, his mind raced.
He knew exactly what would happen if the fight dragged on. A stalemate would put him at a severe disadvantage. Once his Internal Power ran out, he would be helpless before Doflamingo!
An idea struck him. Ye Chen feinted, then fired the Six Meridian Divine Sword from his ten fingers in rapid succession. Doflamingo dared not take it lightly and leaped back. Seizing the opening, Ye Chen used Geppo to launch himself at Trebol.
"Huh? How cunning!"
Doflamingo was startled to see Ye Chen suddenly charge at Trebol. Without time to think, he pulled his strings with both hands and flew after him.
"Behehehe... Oh, dear God..."
The sight of Ye Chen charging toward him terrified Trebol. He was already half-dead, his body riddled with wounds and his legs barely able to hold him up. But he could not stand still and wait to die. He scrambled away on hands and knees, a pitiful sight.
His shrill screams rang with terror and despair.
Ye Chen moved fast, but his attention was not on Trebol at all.
A pink figure hurtled toward him from behind. Doflamingo pushed his speed to the limit. "Stop right there! I'm your opponent!"
"I know, Doflamingo. You fell for it."
Ye Chen spun around. His fist, poised and ready, slammed mercilessly into Doflamingo's chest.
"Seven Injuries Fist!"
This time, Ye Chen held nothing back. He poured all his Internal Power into the blow, striking Doflamingo with overwhelming force. Doflamingo's thoughts had been entirely on Trebol. He had misjudged Ye Chen completely.
A powerful shockwave tore through Doflamingo's chest. He held his ground for only a moment before flying backward.
"Young Master! Young Master..."