Although Doflamingo's Conqueror's Haki was formidable, its intimidating effect did no more than briefly daze Miland.
Brilliant light flashed around his fists again. The next instant, he charged toward Doflamingo, leaving a string of afterimages behind him.
Doflamingo repeated his trick. The ground beneath his feet instantly turned into countless threads that surged violently, forcing the charging Miland to stop. Then several pillars of thread suddenly rose behind Doflamingo, their tips wrapped in jet-black Armament Haki, and stabbed toward Miland!
Sixteen Holy Bullets: God Thread!
This was Doflamingo's ultimate move. As he unleashed it, countless fine threads suddenly rose from the ground beneath Miland, wrapping around his legs and temporarily trapping him in place.
Watching the Holy Bullets shoot toward him, Miland showed no fear whatsoever.
Boom! The first Holy Bullet collided with Miland's fist, the tremendous force bursting into a white ring at the point of contact. Then came the second, and the third. Like machine-gun fire, the Holy Bullets attacked Miland one after another, but without exception, his fists steadily blocked every single one.
The longer Doflamingo attacked, the more agitated he became, while Miland handled the attacks with increasing ease.
Doflamingo knew this move had already lost its effect on Miland. Continuing would only waste his stamina, so he could only stop reluctantly.
Miland said, "So you weren't anything special after all!"
Miland had merely spoken his honest feelings, but he nearly infuriated Doflamingo to death. Veins bulged on his forehead one after another, and he almost lost his head.
However, the gap in their strength forced him to calm down. His mind raced as he tried to think of a way out of his current predicament.
Miland said, "Since you don't have any other moves left, have a safe trip to the afterlife!"
Doflamingo's expression darkened.