Swish!
The sound of rushing water filled the air. The water molecules in the atmosphere, as if drawn by some force, flocked to Bellamy's palm like birds returning to their nest. This was the most exquisite technique of Fish-Man Karate: molding air into water.
Bellamy carefully manipulated the water, shaping it into a wondrous form in his hand. The rapidly spinning stream of water, like a serpent-dragon, slowly coiled around his arm, as if cladding him in an azure gauntlet.
"It's done!"
The moment the water took shape, Bellamy knew that he had finally and completely mastered Fish-Man Karate.
"As expected, only when facing a mortal enemy can my mind and technique become one."
He had been practicing this martial art for nearly a year, but in normal training, even near the sea, he had found it difficult to execute this move completely. The limitations of his human body were one factor, but the inability to unify his mind and technique was also a major reason. Any martial art required long hours of practice to fully integrate consciousness and skill into the body's instincts. Bellamy was skilled in the art of fisticuffs, but he was far from the realm of mastering one thing and understanding a hundred.
But with a mortal enemy before him, his fighting spirit was completely ignited. His power, physique, skill, and will to fight were all pushed to their absolute limits. This was his true, peak state. A move he might not be able to pull off once in a hundred practice sessions was now executed with ease.
"Fish-Man Karate Secret Art: Buraikan!"
A roar like a tidal wave crashing through the void suddenly echoed. Carrying the immense force of the swirling vortex, Bellamy's entire body, like a steel chariot, charged into the pile of collapsed rocks. If there were any fish-men present to witness this, they would not have believed their eyes. The ultimate secret art of the fish-man race, passed down for a thousand years, was being unleashed by a human.
The secret of Fish-Man Karate was the secret of water. Water is both the hardest and the softest. The so-called Buraikan was the ultimate utilization of the "hard" power of water. The Knight of the Sea, Jinbe, could even use this move to forcibly send the Emperor Big Mom flying. Even her "steel balloon" body could not withstand the immense force of the water's impact.
Bellamy's own punching speed had already surpassed the sound barrier. This punch, carrying the "hard" power of water, actually produced a sound like shattering glass in the void as it was thrown.
BOOM!!
The moment Bellamy plunged into the pile of rubble, a world-shaking explosion resounded throughout the entire city.
CRACKLE!
RUMBLE!
Then, the aftershocks of the earth cracking, rocks shattering, and the ground shaking spread out in all directions. The terrifying commotion was comparable to the impact of a meteorite.
As the deafening noise began to subside, the thick dust slowly dissipated, forming a small mushroom cloud in the air. Not far away, Drake and Law stared intently at Viola, their faces filled with worry.
"What's the situation down there?"
With so much dust, only Viola, with her x-ray vision, could see what was happening below. Just as Viola was about to speak, an incredibly domineering spiritual pressure shot up from the ground, stunning her in place.
"Conqueror's Haki!"
The moment this spiritual pressure appeared, Drake and Law recognized it almost simultaneously. This was Conqueror's Haki, the legendary power possessed only by those born to be kings. The Haki of the chosen one, possessed by only one in several million people.
"Gyahahahaha!!"
"You dare to try and oppress me with Conqueror's Haki?"
Just as they were reeling in shock, a wild laugh came from below, followed by a cry of pain.
"Urgh!"
"Bellamy!!"
Before the horrified eyes of Drake and the others, the entire ground turned into a surging ocean of strings. Doflamingo, as if a true god had descended, was enshrined in the very center by countless threads.
"Awakening: Ocean White Wave."
"Go to hell!"
A giant white wave composed of strings rolled and surged, rushing towards Bellamy.
"My life is right here. If you want it, come and take it yourself." Bellamy looked at the lunging white wave and let out a contemptuous sneer. "With a speed this slow, who can you possibly hit?"
What a joke.
"Fine. Today, I'll let you understand what it means to be a Spring-Man."
Just as the giant wave was about to touch him, Bellamy's body, which had been expanded to its limit, suddenly began to contract rapidly. The scene looked like an inflated balloon being pricked. His massive, three-meter-tall body shrank by half in an instant.
Before Doflamingo could understand what was happening, a gust of wind suddenly attacked him from behind.
Finger Pistol: Assassination Finger.
"Billow White Shield!"
After his Devil Fruit Awakening, with just a thought, any matter within his domain that could be affected by his fruit's ability would turn into strings and obey his command. At this moment, facing this sudden, completely unexpected attack, Doflamingo's body had no time to defend. But the speed of thought is infinitely faster than the speed of nerve reflexes. With just a thought, a white shield of string appeared behind him.
In that instant, Bellamy's index finger, coated in black Armament Haki, struck the center of the shield. The target of this finger was, of course, Doflamingo's back of the head. If this strike had landed, the battle would have been over.
Such a perilous attack made Doflamingo both shocked and furious. "How is this bastard so fast?!"
He had completely failed to track Bellamy's movement just now. It was too fast, so fast that even his Observation Haki couldn't catch it.
"What is with this power and speed?"
This guy, Bellamy, had only been at sea for less than three years, yet he had already grown to this extent. He remembered back in the North Blue, this guy was just an ordinary, trashy little thug. Doflamingo had started his Donquixote Family in the North Blue back in the day. He still remembered the first time he saw Bellamy; the trashy little thug was crying and begging to join his crew. With Doflamingo's arrogance, how could he possibly look upon such scum? He had naturally refused.
He never would have imagined that ten years later, when they met again, it would be under these circumstances.
"Ugh, AAAAAHHH!!"
As arrogant as Doflamingo was, he refused to admit that a piece of trash like Bellamy could be beating him down. But no matter how much he resisted in his heart, that ultimate secret art, Buraikan, had hit him squarely. Right now, most of the bones in Doflamingo's body were shattered. If not for the ability of the String-String Fruit forcibly holding his body together, he probably wouldn't even be able to stand.