Doflamingo raised his right hand. Countless threads shot skyward, then fanned out in every direction.
Dozens of strings hung in the air before raining down on Sakura like a meteor shower.
"Parasite String!"
Observation Haki caught the flickering, spreading phantom light. Sakura threw up an arm, blocking the threads aiming straight for her eyes.
"...That all you got?"
Doflamingo folded his index and ring fingers, flipping up the middle one. Through the strings, he jerked Sakura's body like a puppet.
Creak-creak-creak!
The threads from the Ito Ito no Mi snapped taut, groaning under strain. Doflamingo's face twisted—his fingers started twitching out of control.
"You're seriously trying to out-muscle me?"
Sakura sucked in a deep breath. Her chakra boiled, converting into raw, unmatched explosive power.
Boil Release: Unrivaled Strength!
She whipped her arm forward with overwhelming force. Doflamingo's own strings yanked him straight toward her.
Next thing he saw: a pink fist trailing crystalline mist, closing in on his sunglasses. Frost even formed on the tips of his hair.
"Hngh!"
At the last second, Doflamingo twisted hard, pumping Armament Haki into his gut to eat the blow.
BOOM!
The impact punched through the ground. Doflamingo plowed a trench down Frevans' streets with his body, only stopping when he crashed into a building's foundation.
"What the hell kind of strength is that?!"
Amid the shrill screech of clashing threads, the entire structure collapsed. Doflamingo stepped out of the dust, blood dripping from his lip.
He was only 28—nowhere near his peak.
His Armament Haki was still green, and his fruit awakening hadn't even touched that legendary stage.
Just tanking one punch from Sakura had his insides screaming.
"Damn monster." He wiped the blood, yelling over his shoulder, "Hey, underlings—get in here!"
From the distant shockwaves, the Donquixote Family's top officers—Trebol, Diamante, and Pica—rushed the battlefield.
"Sword: Longsword!"
Diamante used his powers to reshape his blade into a long-range greatsword, slashing out ghostly green sword energy.
"Stone Sale!"
Pica's shrill voice rang out. His body sank into the rock, then eight stone tentacles burst from behind Sakura, stabbing forward.
"Sticky Launcher!"
Trebol leaped high, hurling globs of mucus down with crushing force.
"No can do. A king's fight doesn't need backup."
Sakura stepped forward. Under her ability, her eyebrows and hair flashed snow-white.
Heat-Heat Fruit: Extreme Cold Mode: White Snow Warrior!
In an instant, a savage blizzard erupted from the scorched earth—howling, swallowing everything.
It chased down the rebels who dared defy the overlord, freezing them without mercy.
Freeze the land. Carve a snow kingdom.
Force the restless world to kneel before the Frost Sovereign.
"You guys, wait—"
Doflamingo didn't even get the warning out. His three officers were already encased in ice, turned into statues.
Only he, clinging to Armament Haki, barely escaped.
"Annoying pests are gone. Now, Doflamingo—unleash your Haki. Give it everything. Take victory from my hands! Hahaha!"
Cloaked in a wide, snowy robe, icy ribbons scattering white flakes, cold winds whipping her white hair—she looked divine under the sunlight.
Her gaze swept the field. Shouldering the Storm Greatsword, she charged from the snowfield, flash-freezing everything in her path.
"Elbaf Spear: Weiguo!"
The cold stored in the sword found release, exploding into a spiraling shockwave.
Where it passed, a white runway carved open. Even Doflamingo's strings froze solid—no dodging, no countering.
"Spider's Nest!"
Backed into a corner, Doflamingo spread his hands, spawning fresh threads from his palms.
They twisted, expanded, forming four massive shield walls layered together to block her assault.
BOOM!
A huge hole blasted through the walls. The freezing shockwave engulfed Doflamingo, sealing him in ice.
Crack!
He shattered out with Armament Haki, his usual smirk twisting downward.
Because right in front of him, Sakura—cold light dancing around her, wild grin inches away—was already swinging.
"Oh crap!"
His pupils shrank. The greatsword slammed sideways into his face.
The colossal force drove him back into the earth, kicking up a storm of dirt and smoke.
"Cough!"
Doflamingo bounced from the recoil, hacking blood, gasping hard.
Damn it—where are those guys? Keep this up and she'll kill me!
Gritting his teeth, he fired Shadow Rider Strings. Thin threads coiled in midair, weaving a perfect string clone.
It drained stamina like crazy, but saving energy wasn't an option now!
"Let's end this, witch..."
Burning his will, Doflamingo flared Conqueror's Haki again—
Only to see the girl staring far into the northwest, eyes locked on something.
Following her gaze: on the calm sea, a massive dog-headed warship.
The lead ship's sail bore the word "MARINE." An old man in a dog-hat stood at the prow.
"Hero... Monkey D. Garp." Sakura clicked her tongue. "Doflamingo, what are you, a kid? Can't win so you call the cops?!"
Doflamingo, standing in the ruins, was just as stunned. Even he hadn't expected stealing the Heavenly Tribute to bring this level of heat.
He'd only meant to stir trouble for Sakura—now the Marines' legend was blocking his bridge?
Wait... does the Holy Land not care about my status or the secrets I know anymore? Are they silencing me for good?
"Damn it..."
Regret twisted in his gut, veins bulging on his forehead.
After a long internal struggle, he turned to Sakura. "Witch—team up. Or we're both spending life in Impel Down!"
"Ugh, fine!"
No hesitation. Sakura raised a hand, freeing the three frozen Donquixote executives.
The moment they thawed, they lunged at her—only for Doflamingo to bark, "Stop! We're allies now!"
Trebol, Diamante, and Pica cooled off fast, cold sweat pouring. They'd spotted the monster warship offshore.
Hair bristling like a demon, eyes blazing with iron will—the legendary Marine had crossed the sea.
"Doflamingo, what the hell did you do to get the Marines this pissed?"
Observation Haki told her Garp's main target was the flamingo beside her. Sakura asked casually.
"I stole the Heavenly Tribute!"
"Heavenly..."
Sakura slapped her forehead. She hadn't expected the Donquixote Family to start gunning for a Warlord seat in 1508.
But this flamingo didn't become a Warlord until 1512—what changed?
And why was Garp...
A clear voice, laced with Haki, boomed into the city, cutting her thoughts short.
"Fist Bone... Meteor!"