Heaven's Father Is Waving to Him

"Is this what they call a Marine Tough Guy? They're clearly aiming for a mutual kill."

"I'd heard before that the Marine Tough Guy Wilton was a fearless Marine, but I didn't expect him to be even fiercer and more exaggerated than the rumors."

"Doflamingo had the upper hand initially, but the Marine Tough Guy managed to close the gap with his fearless, mutually destructive fighting style."

"From now on, I'd rather face a Shichibukai than fight a Marine Tough Guy. Who can withstand this mutual kill tactic?"

Many pirates shivered.

Everyone in the underworld had come through hail of bullets, experiencing all sorts of strange battles, but a fighting style like the Marine Tough Guy's, which inflicted a thousand damage to the enemy while sacrificing eight hundred of your own from the start, would make anyone nervous.

Because this guy truly didn't care about his life, wanting to drag the enemy to hell with him, inside and out.

Just look at Doflamingo's miserable end.

Anyone with eyes could see that Doflamingo was stronger than Wilton in this fight, but Wilton, relying on his determination to take the opponent down with him if he couldn't win, or at least cripple him if he couldn't achieve mutual destruction, managed to narrow that gap.

Under these circumstances, unless Wilton was instantly killed from the very beginning, it was impossible to emerge unscathed. With a bit of bad luck, one might truly end up in hell together.

For anyone else, their own life was undoubtedly priceless, and a hasty exchange with the opponent was certainly not equivalent.

They were already at a disadvantage in terms of morale.

With more reservations, there were naturally more openings.

"Wait."

"Is the Marine Tough Guy going to lose?"

Exclamations of surprise came from the watching crowd.

At the center of it all.

Doflamingo, his face covered in blood and embedded in the mud, had a large amount of white threads rising from his back, quickly wrapping around his arms and repairing them with cracking sounds.

After a while.

Doflamingo, pale-faced, climbed up, coughing and gasping for air. His head was swimming, and he looked like he had a concussion.

Fortunately, he had his Devil Fruit ability and Armament Haki at the crucial moment, otherwise, that dumbbell would have exploded his head like a watermelon.

Fufufu--

After laughing a couple of times, Doflamingo almost choked to death, only relaxing after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Looking up at Wilton, who was pierced and pinned in the air by various threads not far away, Doflamingo's pale face was filled with lingering fear and a chilling intensity.

Just a mere Vice Admiral had given him the illusion of facing an Admiral.

He just wouldn't die, no matter how he was hit. Crucially, the heavier his injuries, the stronger his attacks became. Even Life Return couldn't be this outrageous.

That mutual kill fighting style had also put immense pressure on him.

Thinking about it, it was truly humiliating.

He had been pushed to this point by a Vice Admiral and was not lightly injured.

"Let's see if you die this time."

Looking at Wilton, who was pierced by a thousand arrows, Doflamingo's aura was rapidly recovering. One had to admit Doflamingo's talent.

An ordinary String-String Fruit had been developed to the point of both offense and defense.

It had even awakened.

If he had a more powerful Devil Fruit, Doflamingo would definitely not have stopped at being a Shichibukai.

Once again.

Doflamingo stood before Wilton like a victor. His Observation Haki sensed that the opponent hadn't completely breathed his last, but he was close.

Next, he had to deal with the trouble from Marine Headquarters.

After all, the opponent was a Vice Admiral, but this time he was completely in the right. Even if Marine Headquarters was displeased, they wouldn't act rashly.

"Die!"

Doflamingo prepared to deliver the final blow to Wilton. A pillar of threads rose from his feet, its tip sharpened and infused with Armament Haki.

But the next second.

Doflamingo, who was sure of victory, felt his hair stand on end. He saw Wilton, who had been lowering his head and bleeding profusely, look up again and stare at him ferociously.

"So what the hell are you barking about?"

He activated Heal.

Wilton forcefully broke free. His body, riddled with holes, was almost severed, but with the effect of Heal, his near-death state recovered significantly.

He hadn't expected Doflamingo to dare to come closer.

"Explosive Double Axes."

Clenching his fists, veins bulging, Wilton madly slammed down towards Doflamingo. This time, two phantom fists, seven hundred meters in size, imbued with Haki shockwaves, appeared above his head.

Even without a weapon.

He could still use Explosive Double Axes and Feverish Spin.

And the shockwave could be any shape he wished.

"Impossible."

Doflamingo's insides churned, his hair standing on end as a chill shot up his spine. The opponent was clearly on his last breath, so why wasn't he dead yet?

Pfft--

As always.

Wilton abandoned his dodge, allowing the thread to pierce through his chest and shoot towards the sky, hot, pungent blood spraying everywhere.

At the same time, his two fists slammed heavily onto Doflamingo's head, hitting the same familiar spot.

Thunderous might.

An unimaginable force. The sound of Doflamingo's skull shattering could be clearly heard. Thick blood poured from his eyes, nose, and mouth.

The ground within a thousand-meter radius cracked and buckled, forming hill after hill.

Doflamingo was completely buried in the dirt and rubble, his face contorted, blood gushing from his orifices like a vengeful spirit. Even with Armament Haki blocking, his brain suffered a massive shock.

In that moment, Doflamingo felt as if his deceased father in heaven was beckoning him.

Outside, the silence was deafening.

All the spectators were once again stunned by Wilton's ruthlessness. He was truly dragging Doflamingo down to hell with him.

Even though he was on the verge of death, how could he still launch such an attack?

"He should be dead now, right!"

Some pirates swallowed hard, their eyes filled with shock. Then, in the next second, everyone's faces turned to horror as Wilton, pierced and suspended in mid-air, suddenly grabbed the rigid thread with both hands and, with a ferocious grimace, exerted force.

A large chunk of flesh and blood splattered. Half of his right side was torn away. Wilton passed through the thread and collapsed onto the ground.

From a distance, his body was a mangled wreck, barely recognizable as human.

This wasn't just ruthlessness towards the enemy, but also towards himself.

At this moment, Doflamingo, buried in the dirt and seeing stars, used his last shred of will to stay conscious.

But the scene before him was blurry.

He had witnessed Wilton's self-destructive actions and, for the first time, felt a sense of dread.

A guy who was so brutal to himself, his earlier feeling of mutual destruction wasn't a mistake; the opponent truly intended to drag him to the underworld.

A lunatic.

This lunatic.

They didn't have any irreconcilable hatred, did they? Was it necessary to go this far?

Hiss hiss hiss--

Forcibly dispelling the heavy fatigue, Doflamingo kept himself as clear-headed as possible. Then, he summoned threads from his hands, plunged them into his own head, and began to heal himself continuously.

Several times, the opponent had used himself as bait. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to injure him so severely.

He had been too careless.

But why could the opponent get up again and again? What was that green light flashing on his body? Or was this guy also a Devil Fruit User?

Doflamingo finally realized.

Looking back now, the opponent's strength hadn't posed such a great threat to him. Several times, he had been careless and fallen for a trap, allowing the other party to seize the opportunity.

But the opponent's fearlessness of death was real.

This time, he surely wouldn't be able to get up again, right!

Doflamingo stared intently at the opposite side. Wilton staggered to his feet on the ground. The flesh on his right waist was torn, and his internal organs were even visible.

Holding his side with one hand, he had only managed to stand halfway up before collapsing heavily into a pool of blood, his breathing rapidly weakening.

Under normal circumstances, he would be dead for sure.