White Flame's deception had worked perfectly.
Everyone—including Doflamingo—believed the man torn apart moments ago had been him.
In truth, that "White Flame" was nothing more than an IBM substitute, shredded to bait the Warlord's fury.
While Doflamingo reveled in his supposed victory, the real White Flame had already slipped into invisibility—
silently appearing behind Pica and Sugar, and killing them before they even realized it.
The Donquixote Family had known the man-eating monster could vanish.
What they didn't know was that there were three of those monsters—
each one carrying terrifying power of its own.
"Damn you… you dare make a fool of me!"
Doflamingo's veins bulged as White Flame reappeared before him, completely unharmed. Rage twisted across his grin.
"I didn't just fool you," White Flame said coldly.
"I'm here to kill you."
"Then come and try!" Doflamingo roared.
[Off-White Threads!]
He launched himself into the sky, hands raised.
From each fingertip, near-invisible strings shot downward, harder than steel, sharp enough to slice through iron plating.
[Sword Style – Five Serpent Blades!]
White Flame's longsword split into five slithering blades, each wrapped in Armament Haki, each moving like a living snake.
The two attacks collided in a shower of sparks.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The Five Serpent Blades danced and wove, intercepting every one of Doflamingo's killing threads.
White Flame's swordsmanship—enhanced by the talents he'd absorbed from countless New World fighters—was beyond anything Doflamingo had seen.
Diamante's finesse, the precision of the gladiators, all merged into one seamless art.
"That's all you've got?" White Flame's tone was glacial.
"Don't get cocky, boy!" Doflamingo hissed.
"Do you really think parrying one strike makes you my equal? That arrogance will be the death of you!"
He hovered high above, laughter booming across the square.
Then his hands spread wide—
—and the very buildings around them began to unravel.
Every wall, every rooftop, every inch of the street turned white and thin, fibers splitting and twisting until the city itself became thread.
"Y-Young Master's angry!" Viola gasped.
"Move!" Senor Pink grabbed her arm, dragging her back.
They knew that sight all too well.
Doflamingo had awakened his Devil Fruit.
When his String-String Fruit entered its Awakened State, the environment itself—earth, stone, and steel—became extensions of his power.
Every thread grew tougher, faster, and infinite in number.
"Seen this before, country boy?" Doflamingo sneered.
"Devil Fruits have another level—awakening! Only one in ten thousand ever reaches it…"
"And you were stupid enough to pick a fight with one!"
He threw his arm forward, the air trembling.
[Everwhite Surge!]
Tens of thousands of threads surged upward like a rising tide, crashing toward White Flame in a storm of razor-sharp waves.
The ground, the air—everything became a sea of cutting lines.
"So this is your big trick?" White Flame murmured.
"Awakening?" He smirked. "You think that's worth bragging about?"
"Bragging?" Doflamingo barked a laugh. "You'll call it something else soon enough—when you're begging me to end it!"
White Flame's eyes narrowed. His body blurred.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished from the oncoming torrent, dashing up the shattered remnants of a wall, closing the distance between them.
As he moved, he flicked shards of rubble into the air.
[Stone Bombardment!]
Each fragment he touched began to glow faintly—
and the moment they struck the ground—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Small detonations ripped through the area, forcing Doflamingo to weave through his own threads.
The blasts weren't strong enough to wound him—
but they made him snarl.
"If that's all you've got," Doflamingo laughed, "I might let you die quickly!"
His hands swept outward, manipulating the sea of threads as they pursued White Flame through the city ruins.
But White Flame's speed was monstrous—his movement blended techniques from swordsmen, assassins, and beasts of the New World.
He slipped between strikes, a ghost darting through chaos.
"Little Two-Black! Little Three-Black! Move!"
At White Flame's command, two IBM phantoms materialized behind Doflamingo, claws flashing.
They struck fast—aiming for his spine.
"You think I didn't notice you?" Doflamingo's voice was sharp as glass.
"Don't insult me. My Observation Haki sees everything!"
"I hate cowards who attack from behind!"
With a few effortless motions, he twisted in midair, threads dancing like whips.
Every strike missed as he slipped between them, his movements so fluid it seemed he anticipated every attack before it came.
Then, with a single thought, hundreds of threads erupted from the ground—
impaling both IBMs and pinning them against distant walls.
The creatures twitched once, then disintegrated into smoke.
A hit to the body meant nothing—but to the head, it was fatal.
"Reform!" White Flame's voice echoed.
Instantly, both IBM reappeared—reborn from darkness.
At the same moment, Little Black returned from escorting Baby 5 to safety.
All three IBMs regrouped, charging Doflamingo together.
"They can… regenerate?" Doflamingo's grin widened.
"Such a bizarre ability… but no matter how many you make—trash is still trash!"
He raised both hands.
Threads erupted again, slicing all three IBMs apart before they could reach him.
White Flame didn't flinch. He didn't need them to win.
He only needed a distraction.
Doflamingo's focus drifted—just for an instant.
That was all White Flame needed.
"Now!"
He surged forward, faster than the eye could track, every muscle bursting with power.
In a single bound, he was in front of Doflamingo—face to face.
[Armament Haki – Hardening!]
His fist turned jet-black, the air around it cracking.
"Let's see you block this!"
White Flame drove his fist forward, straight toward Doflamingo's jaw.
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