An overwhelming, kingly presence, like that of the king of beasts, rose from Kuta.
Amplified by his Conqueror's Haki, his presence made him a true devil in the eyes of the Donquixote Family executives.
"Don't get too cocky, you Silver Hair brat."
Doflamingo glared at Kuta as well.
Even though his presence had been overwhelmed, even though the pressure kept him from straightening his back, even though Kuta's inexplicable killing methods had shaken him to his core.
Who was he?
He was a Shichibukai, the Heavenly Yaksha, a Celestial Dragon, the king of Dressrosa—a true king, Doflamingo.
Boom!
The clash of their Conqueror's Haki whipped up a violent hurricane.
"Interesting."
With a thought, Kuta withdrew his Space Domain.
Outside.
The instant Kuta withdrew his Space Domain, a deafening clamor rose from the streets below the Royal Palace Heights.
But those sounds did not affect anyone there.
Instead, the lightning from Kuta and Doflamingo's clashing Conqueror's Haki spread out from the Space Domain, from the Royal Palace, across the entire plateau. Those enormous purple-black bolts instantly silenced the noisy streets below.
"What is that?"
Below the plateau, outside the Artificial Devil Fruit factory, Ahua, now four meters tall, knocked down Senor Pink, who had been blocking their path, with a single punch.
When he saw a few tears gather at the corners of Senor Pink's eyes after the battered, bruised man lost consciousness, he paused.
A complicated look crossed Ahua's eyes.
He could sense that the man before him must have had a fascinating past.
But he had no intention of asking about it. It was not his place to judge someone else's life. All he knew was that the man before him was a pirate—a bad pirate.
So he bent down and picked up a weapon someone had left nearby.