The black mask fell away, revealing White Flame's true face.
In the same instant, the entire Corrida Colosseum erupted into chaos.
"The man-eating monster!"
"It's him! Ghost Mask—he's the monster who devoured half of Dressrosa!"
"He doesn't even care that the king placed a nationwide bounty on him! What is he planning?!"
"This is insane! A real show at last! Lord Diamante, kill that monster!"
Half the crowd screamed and bolted for the exits, desperate to escape.
The other half stayed—howling with bloodthirsty excitement, eager to watch the clash between the monster of Dressrosa and one of Doflamingo's top officers.
Diamante's Rage
"YOU?!"
Diamante's body rippled—fluttering and bending like fabric—his Flag-Flag Fruit activating as he soared backward and landed several meters away.
His face twisted with a mixture of fury, disbelief, and humiliation.
That face—
He would never forget it.
The face that caused him to lose his Master's trust.
The face blamed for destabilizing Dressrosa.
The face behind months of bloodshed, corpses, and chaos.
"All of this… all this trouble… is because of YOU!"
His voice cracked with hate.
"You're lucky you survived that gunshot to the head, freak! I don't know what kind of sorcery kept you alive—but since you've shown yourself, I'll make sure you die properly this time!"
He pointed his blade forward, shaking with rage.
"I'll rip off your head in front of Doffy himself! I'll hang your corpse from the palace walls so everyone in Dressrosa sees what happens to trash who dare cross me!"
White Flame stared coldly at him.
"Save your breath."
"The moment you pulled that trigger, your death sentence was sealed."
He let the cigarette fall. The ember hissed against the blood-soaked floor.
"Today… I'm here to carry out your execution."
His eyes sharpened—
His killing intent filled the arena like a crushing weight.
He remembered that day—
His first day in this world.
Confused. Clueless.
A shove, an accident…
A gunshot to the head.
Executed for bumping into a man in pink feathers.
That was the day White Flame stopped believing in reason.
In this world, only one truth mattered—
The strongest decides who lives.
The First Clash
"Hah! You think a little monster who eats weaklings can take my life?" Diamante spat.
"I'm one of Doflamingo's Top Executives! Don't underestimate me!"
He drew his rapier. The blade rippled like silk—
then twisted into a bull's horned head.
∗∗BullRush—Matador'sLance!∗∗**Bull Rush — Matador's Lance!**∗∗BullRush—Matador'sLance!∗∗
The bull-headed blade lunged forward like a charging beast, aiming straight for White Flame's chest.
"Don't embarrass yourself."
White Flame didn't evade.
He flicked his cigarette away—
BOOM!
His fist slammed into the metallic bull-head, crushing it inward with a thunderous impact.
A deep fist-shaped dent formed in its snout.
Diamante grinned viciously.
"That won't save you!"
He snapped his fingers.
"You're not the only one with tricks."
∗∗RibbonSplit!∗∗**Ribbon Split!**∗∗RibbonSplit!∗∗
The crushed bull-head unraveled—fluttering into a storm of fluttering ribbons—before twisting back into solid steel.
From ribbons, it elongated—
∗∗SwordForm—GrandSabre!∗∗**Sword Form — Grand Sabre!**∗∗SwordForm—GrandSabre!∗∗
The blade extended to three meters, gleaming wickedly as it thrust for White Flame's heart—
too fast for a normal man to react.
But the sword stopped midair.
Frozen.
The tip trembled less than an inch from White Flame's chest.
"Wh—WHAT?!" Diamante gasped.
Then he saw it.
A bandaged phantom stood behind White Flame—
its claws sunk deep into the blade, holding it perfectly still.
"So that's your trick…" Diamante hissed. "A Devil Fruit user, huh?"
His grin widened.
"No wonder no one could catch you. You've got an invisible servant doing the killing."
He spread his arms mockingly.
"Now that I know your secret… you're FINISHED!"
The Arena Turns to Cloth
Diamante slammed his palm to the ground.
∗∗FlagField—ArmyoftheLand!∗∗**Flag Field — Army of the Land!**∗∗FlagField—ArmyoftheLand!∗∗
The arena rippled like water—
stone turning soft, flexible, fluttering like a gigantic sheet in a storm.
"FOOL!" Diamante laughed.
"This is MY domain! I know every inch of this arena! One misstep and I'll toss you straight into the moat!"
He pulled a compact object from his cloak—
it unfolded into another rapier.
With his ability, swords were as portable as handkerchiefs.
"How does it feel?" he taunted.
"Hard to even stand, isn't it?"
He coated the blade with a thin layer of Armament Haki—its edge turning black and deadly.
Diamante's grin stretched wide.
"Let me show you what REAL swordsmanship looks like."
"DIE, monster!"
He swung.
SLASH!
A black shockwave tore through the shifting arena floor—
splitting the very ground like fragile paper—
And the entire Colosseum
was cleaved clean in two.
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