Creed, fighting to take down Doflamingo, held nothing back—two sword strikes had already wounded him. But Doflamingo, cunning as ever, immediately activated his awakened ability without hesitation when he realized he was at a disadvantage.
As expected of a man with the ambition of a king.
Creed's Sword vibrated, surging with crackling lightning. Blinding arcs illuminated the sky for miles, outshining even the sun.
The air around him shattered under the current, forming a dense electric web across hundreds of meters. In that moment, Creed resembled a thunder god descending to earth.
From afar, civilians witnessing this fell to their knees in awe.
Some pirates gasped in terror.
"That's Doflamingo, isn't it?!"
"It is! Look—his flamingo ship is right there!"
"And the one fighting him is that same terrifying Marine from before!"
"Rinne: Divine Slash!"
Creed's blade fell like judgment from the heavens, a sword strike as mighty as a thunderous waterfall.
"Fuffuffuffu! What swordsmanship!"
Doflamingo's face twisted, veins bulging. His body was fully coated in Armament Haki, but instead of taking the blow head-on, he stomped the ground.
"Billow White Line!"
The ground erupted into surging white waves—on closer look, they were formed of countless threads.
"Crash!"
Several massive, twisted waves of thread rose up, blocking Creed's divine strike.
"Crack!"
Even so, they couldn't withstand his sword and were sliced apart.
"Damn it—Shield White Line!"
More threads shot out, weaving into massive barriers. They managed to hold back the slash with a thunderous impact.
Creed blurred with Lightning Flash, reappearing at Doflamingo's side with another strike.
"What?!"
Even with Observation Haki and awakened fruit powers, Doflamingo couldn't fully react. Forced, he braced with his thread shield.
"Crack!"
"Pfft!"
Another deep cut split across his torso, forming a bloody X with the previous wound.
"Doflamingo, if you don't fight with your full strength now, the next blow won't just be a light wound."
Creed's calm words carried a blade's edge. He could feel something within himself pushing toward a breakthrough—he needed Doflamingo to press harder.
To Doflamingo, however, the words were nothing but an unbearable humiliation.
"Great Wave White Line!"
With a growl, his awakened power flared.
The land, sea, broken ships, even shattered buildings—everything transformed into white threads.
"So you're finally bringing out your true power…"
Creed's Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan flared blood-red, analyzing the scene.
In his vision, Doflamingo was no longer just a man. He seemed fused into the very fabric of heaven and earth, altering reality itself.
To turn everything into threads… this ability surpassed ordinary logic, touching the realm of laws themselves.
Still, Creed saw that Doflamingo's mastery was shallow—enough to be dangerous, but not yet absolute.
He was confident of victory.
"Boom!"
Dozens of massive thread waves surged at him.
"Thunderclap!"
Crackling lightning carved them apart.
But they reformed, coming endlessly. The entire harbor, even distant seas, had become Doflamingo's thread domain—his personal kingdom.
"ROOM!"
Creed twisted the pattern of his eyes, expanding his Ope Ope no Mi's Room across hundreds of meters.
In a flash, he teleported behind Doflamingo, blade descending in a storm of lightning.
But threads coiled upward to block him.
"Fuffuffuffu! Within my strings, I am king! Nothing escapes me, and nothing can defeat me, Creed! You'll lose here today!"
"Sea Surge: White Wave!"
Doflamingo swept his hand, unleashing a raging tsunami of threads that sought to drown Creed.
"King? Hah! Take this sword first before you claim the title!"
Creed focused his will. His Samsara Sword blazed with blackened aura as he swung three times in rapid succession:
Rinne: Naraka Path!
Rinne: Asura Path!
Rinne: Animal Path!
Three slashes merged as one, birthing a sword strike of ultimate malice.
The skies went dark. The world drowned in the shadows of hell—fire and brimstone, wailing spirits, grotesque beasts of the Animal Path.
Doflamingo's eyes widened. For the first time, he felt a strike he might not be able to stop.
The fusion of the Three Evil Paths—Naraku, Asura, Animal—formed the Ultimate Evil Sword, the deadliest technique of Creed's Samsara Sword.
Still, Doflamingo refused to bow. His pride and ambition as a king roared against the darkness.
"Sixteen Holy Bullets…"
(End of Chapter)
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