Killing You Has Nothing to Do With You

In the very center.

The spider web created by Doflamingo was rapidly compressing, and the entire person was swiftly driven into the ground.

After all the dust settled.

A large pit was sunken into Spiders Cafe Town. Doflamingo lay within, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. At the edge of the pit stood a stern man wearing a tight-fitting tank top, elastic fitness pants, and a baseball cap. Heat emanated from him as he held two massive dumbbells.

"Cough, cough, cough~"

In the large pit.

Doflamingo coughed and climbed up, looking at the strong man at the edge of the pit who was looking down at him. His expression was as ugly as it could get.

He had underestimated the opponent's strength.

"Marine Tough Guy Wilton."

"Donquixote Doflamingo."

Wilton also scanned Doflamingo from head to toe.

As expected, he was full of Haki, cool and roguish, and flamboyant.

Blond hair, sharp sunglasses, the iconic pink feather coat, cropped pants, pointed shoes. Just standing there exuded an untamed and dangerous aura.

One of the most brutal, ruthless, and wicked villains of the year.

Originally a descendant of gods, the noblest person in the world, but unfortunately had a father who thought too highly of himself.

Finally killed his brother and father to become the most dazzling one.

Also, the future newspaper-reading king.

Honestly.

If Wilton had Doflamingo's childhood, he would either be utterly defeated or go insane and become a demon. He would definitely be more brutal and twisted than Doflamingo.

"Do not advise others to be kind without experiencing their suffering." This saying applied to anyone without fault.

Fufufu--

"I admire your courage. Although you are a Marine, you harmed my family, so it will be difficult for you to leave here."

After confirming it was Wilton, Doflamingo's expression calmed down. The blood at the corner of his mouth seemed like a mere embellishment, making Doflamingo look even more dangerous.

That arrogant and unrestrained Haki emanated from his bones. Let alone Wilton, a mere Vice Admiral, even if it were veteran Vice Admirals like Onigumo or Momonga, he would give them face if he wanted to, and not if he didn't.

"You are very arrogant."

Wilton was silent for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards. He continued meaningfully, "Remember, I really like this arrogant, over-the-top attitude of yours, where you don't put anyone in your eyes."

"I hope you can always maintain it."

"The Mahabais you mentioned has already been dealt with by me. The reason is simple: he was a Pirate. Another reason is that he glanced at me."

Wilton began to move rhythmically on the spot, twisting his neck, radiating arrogance and insolence.

One had to admit, Wilton at this moment was even more audacious than Doflamingo.

The provocation was obvious.

It was as if he was saying he would defecate on Doflamingo's head.

Appreciation is appreciation, but business is business. What should be a fight to the death must be a fight to the death.

"The reason perfectly fits the basic rules of this world."

Doflamingo narrowed his eyes. He was not angered by Wilton's words, but the bulging veins on his forehead showed that he was merely suppressing his rage.

He understood the rules of this world too well.

The strong did not need a reason to attack the weak. If they wanted to kill you, they would kill you, and it had nothing to do with the weak person themselves.

Cruel.

But this was reality. The weak were the original sin.

Suddenly.

Doflamingo started laughing. In just a few short sentences, he was deeply impressed by Wilton.

He could sense it. This Marine was different from those hypocritical Marines.

This guy understood the essence of the world: the survival of the fittest, the supremacy of power. Only the victor had the right to define good and evil.

As for why he had this feeling? Of course, it was because they were the same kind of people. That intuition, guided by fate, would not be wrong.

Even if it was deeply hidden.

"I thought you would spout some bullshit about Justice. It seems the only thing to blame is Mahabais for looking at you too much."

Appearing in an instant.

Doflamingo attacked explosively, appearing out of thin air above and to Wilton's upper right. His hands were in his pockets, his right leg covered in Armament Haki, his posture and demeanor filled with Haki.

Wilton's gaze was like lightning. He held a dumbbell in his right hand, covered in Armament Haki, and blocked in front of him. He had no intention of dodging, considering it a small test.

Whoosh--

A tremendous force tilted towards him, and Wilton furrowed his brow.

The dumbbell uncontrollably smashed into his face, and then he was sent flying diagonally through the distant houses, crashing heavily onto the ground and kicking up a large cloud of gravel and dust.

When everything dissipated, Wilton stood in the crater, gazing up at Doflamingo in mid-air. In the soft sunlight, he could see Doflamingo standing on a transparent silk thread.

Shaking his slightly numb right hand, Wilton felt a surge of excitement.

The dungeons of Dragon, Ace, and Crocodile had brought him immense renown, and it was time for Doflamingo to be the icing on the cake.

His renown was still far from enough.

The ground beneath his feet exploded and cracked rapidly, and Wilton appeared before Doflamingo, the dumbbell in his hand wrapped in Armament Haki.

Iron Block had already been activated.

And the Ton-Ton Fruit was also in use; compared to yesterday, his tonnage had already reached eleven tons.

He went all out from the start.

His fighting style was all about ferocity.

"Five-Colored String."

Doflamingo smiled sinisterly, and five colored strings appeared on his right hand's fingers, wrapped in Haki, leading to a powerful, unyielding clash.

Zzzzzzt--

A large amount of sparks flew, and Doflamingo felt as if a massive warship had crashed into him, its strength far beyond imagination.

Although the Ton-Ton Fruit only yielded eleven tons, the force Wilton wielded was definitely N times eleven tons.

The sound of air being torn apart echoed.

Doflamingo turned into a streak of light, charging headlong, crashing through several taverns before forcibly performing several backflips in mid-air. He finally landed with his feet deeply embedded in the ground, sliding for a while before stopping. He looked up at Wilton in the distance with a hint of surprise.

The force was impactful.

A preliminary test revealed that the opponent's strength was only slightly stronger than an ordinary Vice Admiral, which was not enough to impress him.

Without any warning.

The two disappeared from their positions simultaneously. When they reappeared, they were already in mid-air, a foot and a dumbbell colliding, both covered in dense Armament Haki.

Their physiques were roughly the same.

However, Wilton's build looked larger, especially with the addition of the two dumbbells, making him appear more formidable visually.

Boom--

Doflamingo's eyes widened beneath his sunglasses. At close range, a domineering and powerful will, like a flood from a breached dam, surged unstoppably towards Wilton.

Streaks of black and red lightning-like sparks spread.

Wilton leaned back, his baseball cap flying off to reveal his jet-black, flat-top hairstyle. His previously fervent eyes suddenly lost focus.

In that instant, transparent threads appeared on Doflamingo's right foot, and he delivered a heavy kick to Wilton's bulging chest.

Accompanied by the clang of metal, Doflamingo frowned, feeling as if he had kicked a thick steel plate. How could this guy's chest be so hard?

A deafening roar tore through the air.

Wilton shot off like a streak of light, leaving a messy trail behind him before lying buried in dust and rubble at the end of it.

The wind howled.

Rings of domineering will spread out from Doflamingo as the center. Fortunately, there were not many people left at the scene; most had kept their distance.

Even so.

Those watching the battle through various means couldn't help but tremble in fear.

"Could this be Conqueror's Haki, the kingly quality possessed by only one in millions?"

"There's no mistake, this is Conqueror's Haki."

Pirates with extensive knowledge swallowed hard, feeling the soul-crushing pressure even from this distance.

This was the hallmark of a powerhouse, a born king.

Possessing an invincible aura, a domineering presence that ruled the world.