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His face remained expressionless, but the pressure throughout the room began to drop. Something sharp spread through the air, making skin prickle with tiny stings. "But if it's you-"
He slowly turned around.
"You're worth drawing my blade for."
"Doffy!"
Hurried footsteps came from behind him, concern so thick it almost seemed to drip.
Trebol and the others gathered around, their gazes darting anxiously between the two Doflamingos.
They regarded this Otherworldly Visitor with both respect and fear, but no matter what, he was still "Doffy."
He was going to fight a man with a bounty of nearly 3.6 billion Beli, a man truly standing at the summit? The mere thought made their stomachs cramp.
"Say no more."
The young man in the suit raised a hand, the movement gentle but carrying an unquestionable force.
He had already "heard"
the objections they had yet to voice-the sounds of the next few seconds flooded his mind like a tide, then swiftly receded.
He undid the button at his cuff and let it fall to the floor with a clear clink.
"I'm going to gather this world's forces and storm the Red Line."
He opened his palm. Countless nearly transparent threads poured from his fingertips, weaving and twining in the air with a faint hum.
The threads wrapped around one another, compressed, and took shape, finally solidifying into the outline of a long blade.
The blade gleamed coldly beneath the light. "Naturally, I fear no test."
He gripped the blade made of threads and turned his wrist, pointing its tip diagonally toward the ground.
"Come on.
Swordsmanship may not be my specialty, but my brother Rossi is the strongest swordsman where we come from."
The thread blade trembled slightly, giving off a low, murmuring sound. "Let me show you his swordsmanship-"