Although he was intimidated by the Conqueror's Haki unleashed by Orin, what Doflamingo feared most was not Orin himself—who was three years younger than him at the time—
But rather the possibility that behind him still lurked...
The remnants of the Roger Pirates!
Even though the Pirate King Gol D. Roger had been captured, there had been no reports of any mishap befalling the terrifyingly powerful crewmates under his command.
With the current strength of the Donquixote Family, they were still far from being able to contend with such monsters.
But just a fifteen-year-old brat? He refused to believe he'd lose. As long as he killed all the witnesses, who would know it was him?
The fact that such arrogance could arise in his mind wasn't entirely Doflamingo's fault. Having grown up in the Four Blues, he simply couldn't comprehend the terrifying might of the true powerhouses in the New World.
"Don't get too cocky, you bastard!!!"
A surge of equally terrifying Haki exploded outwards, and webs of black and red lightning from clashing Conqueror's Haki scattered like a spiderweb.
However, compared to Orin's Conqueror's Haki, Doflamingo's aura was a bit immature and wild.
Rather than Orin's dominating presence that looked down upon the world, Doflamingo's Haki gave off a sinister, violent air—as if it contained hatred and resentment toward the world's injustices.
With a slight curl of his fingers,
Razor-thin threads burst from his fingertips.
So fine they resembled strands of hair, the threads were nearly invisible to the surrounding onlookers—only the occasional glint of cold reflected light betrayed their presence.
Once deemed a useless ability, the String-String Fruit's power had, through continuous development, become sharp enough to slice through steel.
He launched with a killing blow right from the start, his ruthless attack aimed straight at Orin's throat. Yet Orin, as if completely unresponsive, continued to calmly face Doflamingo's sudden assault.
Die!!!
Just a lucky bastard riding a tailwind—what right did he have to stand before me!?
A bloodthirsty gleam flashed in Doflamingo's eyes as his threads sliced through the air, invisible to the naked eye.
A faint black sheen clung to them, further enhancing their cutting power.
Even if he was considered trash, with just his Haki alone, Doflamingo was an undisputed elite in Paradise—a true prodigy!
Up above, the women watching the scene turned pale with shock.
"Orin-sama!!!"
"No!!!"
From their perspective, Orin appeared to be caught completely off guard by Doflamingo's sudden attack, standing there blankly like a lamb to the slaughter.
Some of the more timid onlookers even shut their eyes in fear, trembling as they covered their faces with their hands, not wanting to see their brave and heroic idol drenched in blood.
Lina and Mei nearly lost control, ready to charge in—but Sammi quickly held them back with one hand.
Though in truth, her pupils were trembling just the same, her gaze fixed firmly on the battlefield.
She knew—if Orin lost, the enraged Doflamingo wouldn't spare a single soul present. Everyone here would be buried with him to vent his fury!
As the crowd held its collective breath, watching the center of the arena, seemingly ready to witness a bloodbath...
No one noticed the flicker of utter bewilderment that suddenly flashed across Doflamingo's face.
What the hell?!
Why didn't it feel like before—like he was cutting into flesh?
The tall man before him, for just a moment, seemed to not even exist in this world—completely immune to his killing blow.
His vicious expression froze. He stared in disbelief at the man who hadn't moved an inch.
And then he saw it—a terrifying crimson gleam flashing within Orin's pupils.
The slight curl of Orin's lips felt like the smug smirk of someone toying with a clown.
Orin casually extended one hand, reaching toward the black thread that had just passed through him. He grasped it gently,
Then squeezed—
Crack crack crack...
The sound was like dry noodles snapping—uncooked and brittle.
Before the flowing Ryuo emanating from Orin, Doflamingo's thread, forged from shallow Armament Haki and capable of slicing steel, shattered into pieces on the spot.
Then a dark, glossy hand—surging with red aura—lunged forward just as Doflamingo's focus wavered.
That unfathomable strength—Orin didn't even need to try. Just grabbing him by the neck and lifting him off the ground was effortless.
It was clear that this scene had utterly shaken Doflamingo's arrogant heart.
The shift from attacker to defender happened too quickly. The hundreds of women watching from the red-light district stared, mouths agape, as Orin made his move.
Even Lina and Mei were frozen in place.
Sammi's cigarette silently fell from her lips and hit the ground without her noticing.
Because finally—Orin was getting serious.
His long black hair flowed without wind.
BOOM—CRACK CRACK CRACK!!!
Black and red lightning, more intense than when he first appeared, exploded across the field. Thunder like heavenly judgment crisscrossed the sky, slamming into nearby buildings and sending clouds of dust flying.
Conqueror's Haki had taken physical form—wrapping around him in an oppressive shroud. Orin was using this technique as a form of sheer spiritual domination. The effect was extraordinary.
Already overwhelmed during the earlier clash of Haki, Doflamingo was now completely crushed. His entire being buckled under the weight of Orin's presence.
Under this pressure, he couldn't even summon the thought to resist.
His worldview was being completely shattered.
"What kind of sick joke is this!? How can the gap be this enormous!?"
Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, falling onto the ground below.
Unwilling to yield to this overwhelming Haki, Doflamingo clenched his jaw so hard it seemed his teeth might break—he refused to admit his fear.
The power was so immense, even though Orin deliberately avoided harming the girls from the red-light district,
Just the residual shockwaves still forced many of them to their knees, trembling uncontrollably.
At the center of this storm of black and red lightning stood a solitary, defiant figure—like a demon god risen from the abyss.
This was the first time he had unleashed his peak Conqueror's Haki without restraint.
Even Orin himself felt that for someone his age... wasn't his Haki a bit too overwhelming?
This kind of Haki... might just give people a complex about never becoming King.
As he silently lamented his excessive strength, Orin's grip did not loosen in the slightest.
Conqueror's Haki entwined with monstrous physical strength—using less than ten percent of his power, he still crushed Doflamingo's Haki-coated neck until it cracked and creaked.
Under the combined assault of suffocation and psychological pressure,
The once-dominant North Blue rookie, Heavenly Yaksha Doflamingo, only lasted a few seconds...
Before his head slumped to the side—and he completely lost consciousness.
...
(Narrator Voice: One Piece-style)
On the Sabaody Archipelago,
In the lawless zone,
The Donquixote Family, led by the pirate Heavenly Yaksha Doflamingo with a bounty of 340 million Belly,
Was defeated—
By Black Gun Orin.
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