BOOM!
A tidal wave of Conqueror's Haki slammed into Doflamingo at point-blank range.
The reckless gamble, the close distance—he had no time to react.
CRACK!
The sheer force of the impact felt like a mountain crashing into him.
Doflamingo was sent flying, crashing once again into the harbor behind him.
The shockwave didn't stop there—it swept across the dock like a tsunami of raw willpower.
In an instant, the entire harbor descended into chaos.
Even their proud Young Master had been blown away by a single strike.
What chance did the rest of them—mere spectators—have?
Gild Tesoro's face darkened, his fingers clenching into fists as he roared:
"Damn you, Marine Admiral! I told you—I shouldn't have come here! But you forced my hand!"
"Golden Tide!"
He thrust his hand forward, unleashing a massive wave of gold that surged toward the incoming Haki.
BOOM!
The two forces collided with a thunderous explosion that shook the heavens.
Golden rain poured from the sky.
The clashing waves of power sent shockwaves across the harbor.
Weaker pirates were flung like ragdolls; some were swallowed whole by the golden surge.
Many more were knocked unconscious by the sheer pressure of the Conqueror's Haki.
The harbor had become a battlefield.
Pica and the others appeared a kilometer away, faces twisted in shock and rage.
The scene before them was nothing like the plan they'd envisioned.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it.
Doflamingo's grand scheme—his confident blueprint—was in shambles.
Even Rebecca and Kyros, watching from a safe distance, were stunned.
They had heard tales of the new Marine Admiral.
But this? This was madness.
Strike first, ask questions later—and if the answer's wrong, strike again?
Who would believe that a man holding an entire kingdom hostage could be beaten down again and again?
CRASH!
Doflamingo slammed into a shattered merchant ship, embedding into the wreckage.
Blood spilled from his mouth as pain wracked his body.
He staggered to his feet, adjusted his sunglasses, and laughed bitterly.
"Well, well… the new Marine Admiral really is as insane as they say."
"But let's see how long you can keep this up."
"Tesoro, if there are consequences for this, I'll take full responsibility."
"Neither the Navy nor the World Government will come after you."
"Now let's show him what it means to face two awakened Devil Fruit users at once!"
BOOM!
Doflamingo laughed maniacally.
He knew better than to underestimate Luo Yu.
Now that the gloves were off, he would go all in.
Awakened Devil Fruit powers.
As a Paramecia user, awakening granted him the ability to transform the environment itself.
Though limited to inanimate matter, it was still terrifying.
Threads erupted from the ground, transforming everything within a kilometer into a sea of writhing strings.
The sight alone was enough to make one's scalp tingle.
With Doflamingo's promise, Tesoro didn't hold back either.
He had once been a slave—but rose to power after stealing a Devil Fruit from Doflamingo's collection.
He wasn't here out of gratitude.
Like Doflamingo, he was a tyrant. The word "debt" didn't exist in his vocabulary.
He simply saw this as a perfect excuse to vent his disdain for the Navy.
RUMBLE!
The ground trembled as Tesoro activated his powers.
Gold flooded the area, forming a shimmering sea.
Then, the gold surged upward, condensing into a towering golden giant, dozens of meters tall.
Its gleaming body radiated an aura of invincibility.
Pica and the others erupted in joy.
After witnessing Luo Yu's strength firsthand, they had feared Doflamingo alone might not be enough.
But now—with two awakened users on the field—victory seemed certain.
"Hahaha! Arrogant Marine! Do you see it now? Do you see how weak you truly are?"
Doflamingo stood atop the sea of threads, laughing wildly.
"Let's see if you can break the Birdcage in thirty minutes."
"You refused to play nice. You ignored HQ's orders. Don't blame me for ganging up on you!"
"Sometimes, numbers are power!"
His laughter echoed across the sky.
From afar, Rebecca's face had gone pale. Her legs trembled, and her greatsword slipped from her hands.
She turned to Kyros, voice shaking:
"Soldier… is this really the enemy we've dreamed of defeating?"
"I feel so powerless. Maybe… we'll never win."
Kyros, too, was pale. His one leg struggled to keep him upright.
The sight before them shattered everything they had believed in.
Their hope turned to ash.
Could a Marine Admiral really stand against two godlike foes?
Just as despair began to take root—
An old voice rang out:
"As expected… the Warlords should never have been trusted."
"Whether in Alabasta or Dressrosa, all I've heard are cries of fear and helplessness."
"If this is a contest of numbers—then count this old man in."