Doflamingo's Diligent Training

North Blue, Spider Miles, garbage processing plant.

The polluted air was thick with the stench of rot and rust. Massive mountains of garbage were piled along the coast, as though they were the most fitting annotation for this shadowy kingdom.

At the center of the grounds, two figures were clashing fiercely. Identical moves collided, erupting with shrill air-rending screams and surging shockwaves.

"Overheat!"

Doflamingo growled, spreading his fingers. The thick columns of thread he fired spun and scraped at extreme speed, even bursting into blazing sparks as they charged toward the thread-made clone before him like a roaring fire tornado.

The thread clone assumed the exact same stance and unleashed the exact same attack.

Boom—!

The two Overheats, powerful enough to effortlessly slice through warships, slammed into each other. The violent shockwave sent the surrounding garbage and scrap flying.

Then came Athlete, Five Color Strings... The dazzling String-String Fruit abilities were unleashed without reservation by both sides as they launched a frenzied assault against one another.

The sunglasses beneath Doflamingo's blond hair glinted coldly. He regarded the thread clone before him as that man—the man who had made him experience unprecedented defeat and humiliation with a single punch.

"Fuffuffuffu..."

A strange laugh squeezed from Doflamingo's throat, but there was not the slightest hint of amusement in it. There was only endless humiliation and unwillingness.

For the first time in his life, he craved strength so desperately that he pushed himself to the limit day and night, engaging in this almost self-abusive training with his own clone.

The Donquixote Family officers watched anxiously from the side.

Trebol dragged his slimy body along as he twisted uneasily.

"I'm saying, I'm saying, is it really okay to let Doffy do this? Shluurp—"

Diamante folded his arms. Although his brow was slightly furrowed, there