Doflamingo suddenly felt Pica's Haki presence vanish.
For that to happen, only two possibilities existed.
One: Pica had completely suppressed his Haki. However, Doflamingo immediately dismissed the idea. With Pica's level of mastery, he was incapable of hiding it so perfectly that even Doflamingo couldn't sense it.
That left only the second possibility.
Pica was dead.
Out of the two, it was the conclusion that made the most sense. Not to mention, Doflamingo could clearly feel another extremely powerful Haki presence standing exactly where Pica had just been. The aura was overwhelming, calm, and terrifyingly dominant—Gojo Satoru.
There was no need to think any further. The person who had killed Pica could be none other than Gojo Satoru.
Meanwhile, Gojo could have simply flown directly toward the top of Flower Hill where Doflamingo's mansion was located. Reaching Doflamingo would have taken only a few moments.
However, he chose not to.
As his Observation Haki spread through the massive Flower Hill Pica had restructured, Gojo sensed numerous officer-level members of the Donquixote Pirates stationed across different levels of the newly formed hill. From his memories, he already knew this would be the case.
A cold look flashed through his eyes. To take proper revenge for Kishimoto, merely defeating Doflamingo was not enough.
No. He would systematically destroy everything Doflamingo had built. He would crush every force under him. He would tear apart every source of confidence Doflamingo possessed. Only then would Doflamingo truly understand the despair and helplessness Kishimoto had felt when he was forced to leave Dressrosa.
With his decision made, Gojo descended from the sky and landed directly on the bottom level.
Boom. A small shockwave rippled across the ground as his feet touched the stone surface, and he calmly began walking forward.
Most of Doflamingo's foot soldiers had already collapsed unconscious, overwhelmed by the crushing pressure of Gojo's Conqueror's Haki. Bodies were scattered everywhere, lying motionless across the pathways and stairways. The few soldiers who had somehow remained conscious looked at Gojo with pale faces.
Not a single one dared to raise a weapon.
Several of them had personally witnessed what happened to Pica. They had seen the mountain-sized executive fall. They had seen Gojo kill him with terrifying ease. If someone capable of killing Pica stood before them, then executing ordinary foot soldiers would require less effort than stepping on insects.
Fear completely crushed any thought of resistance. Some quietly lowered their heads, others stepped aside, and a few simply trembled where they stood. None dared to attack.
For Gojo, this only made things easier. Without stopping, he continued toward the second level.
As he advanced through the enormous structure, he noticed participants from the Corrida Colosseum battling the remaining low-level thugs of the Donquixote Family. Sounds of clashing weapons, angry shouts, and collapsing stone echoed throughout the area as the fighters slowly pushed their way upward.
However, regardless of who they were, their reactions became identical the moment they noticed Gojo approaching.
Their expressions shifted instantly. Some immediately stopped fighting and moved aside, creating a clear path for him. Others literally dragged their opponents away, shifting their battles to entirely different locations.
No one wished to obstruct his path. No one wished to attract his attention. Even among the fierce Colosseum gladiators, the sight of Gojo walking forward calmly after killing Pica carried an intimidating weight.
And so, amidst the chaos of battle, a strange scene emerged. While fighting raged throughout Flower Hill, a clear path continuously opened before Gojo as he walked toward the second level, his white haori fluttering lightly behind him as everyone instinctively made way for the man who had just slain one of Doflamingo's strongest executives.
Soon, Gojo reached the second floor. The moment he stepped onto the floor, he found the executive officers of the Donquixote Pirates already gathered, seemingly waiting for his arrival.
The atmosphere was heavy.
Anger was clearly visible on their faces, and through his Observation Haki, Gojo could easily sense the turbulent emotions boiling within them. After all, he had just killed Pica—one of their strongest comrades, and someone with whom they had fought countless life-and-death battles over the years.
Now, that person was gone.
Among them, Gladius appeared particularly furious. His temperament was already explosive by nature, and Pica's death had pushed him beyond his limits. The moment he saw Gojo, the helmet covering his head began swelling to an unnatural degree. Veins bulged across his forehead as rage distorted his features.
"You bastard!" Gladius roared. "How dare you kill Pica! You'll pay a heavy price for that!"
The instant he finished speaking—Boom! His helmet exploded. The black headgear shattered apart, revealing his fully upright hair underneath. At the same time, countless black fragments shot forward at incredible speed, tearing through the air straight toward Gojo.
The shards approached rapidly, yet when they reached him, they suddenly stopped. Every single fragment froze in midair, just inches away from his body. Not one of them could move forward even a millimeter.
The executives watching the scene narrowed their eyes.
Gojo simply glanced at the suspended shards before casually waving his hand. "You can have them back."
Whoosh! The black fragments shot backward, their speed even greater than when Gladius had launched them. The sudden reversal caught several executives completely off guard. A few reacted quickly enough to dodge, but others were not so fortunate.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Several fragments grazed across faces, shoulders, and arms, leaving behind minor cuts and shallow wounds. Blood trickled from the injuries, but none of them were serious. Even so, the executives' expressions darkened further. Gojo had effortlessly turned one of their own attacks against them.
Just then, Dellinger, who had been standing to the side observing the exchange, suddenly spoke. "Long-range attacks won't work against him. You have to fight him at close range."
His eyes remained fixed on Gojo. The moment he finished speaking, he vanished from his position.
His speed was blinding. In a blink, he appeared right beside Gojo, his pointed heel driving toward Gojo's neck with lethal precision.
Decapitation High Heel.
The attack was fast enough to decapitate most opponents before they could even react. However, just like Gladius's assault, the result was the exact same.
His heel stopped. It froze mere inches away from Gojo's neck, unable to move any closer.
Dellinger's pupils contracted. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately kicked off the ground and retreated. Unlike many others, Dellinger understood danger very well. The instant he realized his attack had failed, he abandoned any thought of continuing and moved to create distance, wary of retaliation.
Unfortunately for him, his speed and Gojo's speed existed on entirely different levels.
The moment Dellinger landed—Gojo was already standing in front of him.
Dellinger's eyes widened. So fast! A crimson glow wrapped around Gojo's fist as the surrounding air distorted slightly from the repulsive force gathering within it. Gojo looked at him with an almost amused expression.
"Do you think your speed is high?" A faint smirk appeared on his face. "You're nothing more than a jumping grasshopper."
Before Dellinger could respond—Boom! Gojo's fist smashed directly into his face. The impact was so powerful that Dellinger lost all bodily control instantly. His head was driven downward with terrifying force, and the ground beneath him exploded. A thunderous crash echoed throughout the second floor as his face was planted directly into the stone surface, cracks spreading in every direction.
But that was not the end. The repulsive force of Red activated simultaneously.
Boom! An additional burst of force erupted from Gojo's fist, driving Dellinger's head even deeper into the ground. The stone shattered further, and cracks spiderwebbed across the floor as dust and rubble exploded outward.
When the shockwave settled, Dellinger's body twitched slightly, his face completely embedded within the crater created by Gojo's punch.
The entire second floor fell deathly silent. Several executives unconsciously took a step back. They had known Gojo was strong—after all, he had killed Pica—but witnessing such overwhelming strength from this close was an entirely different experience. For the first time since Gojo had arrived, some of them began to wonder whether facing him head-on was truly the right decision.
The remaining executive officers looked at the scene with horror etched across their faces. Another one of their comrades had fallen. First Pica, then Dellinger. The realization was beginning to sink in: Gojo was not simply stronger than them—he was overwhelmingly superior.
However, one of the executives was nowhere to be seen among the gathered officers: Machvise.
At that very moment, he was already high in the sky above Gojo, his massive body casting a shadow over the battlefield as fury burned in his eyes.
"You will pay the price for killing two of our brothers!"
The moment he shouted those words, he activated his strongest technique.
Hellish 10,000 Vise!
Instantly, his weight increased to a terrifying degree: ten thousand tons. The air beneath him groaned as the enormous mass distorted the atmosphere itself. Then, he fell.
Boom!
His descent was incredibly fast. Like a falling meteor, Machvise plummeted toward Gojo with enough force to flatten buildings and pulverize entire sections of Flower Hill.
The executives below watched with anticipation. Even if Gojo was strong, there was no way someone could casually withstand ten thousand tons crashing down upon them.
The distance rapidly closed. Fifty meters. Twenty meters. Ten meters.
Then—BOOOOOOM! A deafening explosion erupted across the second floor. The ground shattered instantly, ripping massive chunks of rock apart and launching them into the air. Dust clouds exploded outward in all directions, completely erasing visibility for a brief moment. The tremendous impact caused even the surrounding executives to brace themselves.
Yet, when the dust slowly began settling, their expressions froze.
The result was exactly the same as before. Nothing had happened.
Gojo remained standing calmly where he had been. Not a single step had been forced from him; not a single scratch had appeared on his body. Machvise's enormous, ten-thousand-ton body remained suspended inches away from Gojo, completely unable to move any further.
Limitless. The invisible barrier that none of them could overcome.
No matter how much force Machvise generated, no matter how much weight he added to his body, he simply could not touch Gojo. The surrounding ground had been utterly devastated by the impact—large sections had collapsed and stone had shattered everywhere—but the target of the attack remained completely unharmed.
Gojo looked up at the massive man hanging helplessly in front of him, his expression as casual as ever.
"Well," Gojo said, glancing over Machvise's bloated figure, "you weigh quite a lot." His eyes drifted toward the man's oversized stomach. "And your stomach looks quite ugly, too."
The executives twitched upon hearing such a casual insult in the middle of a life-or-death battle. Meanwhile, Machvise's face twisted with rage.
Unfortunately, before he could even respond—Shing! Gojo calmly unsheathed his sword. The blade flashed briefly under the sunlight, and then, without any dramatic movement, Gojo thrust it forward.
The attack was simple, direct, and effortless, yet Machvise couldn't react. The blade pierced straight through his stomach.
Machvise's eyes widened. Blood sprayed from his mouth. Before he could even process what had happened, Gojo pulled the blade sideways.
Rip! The sound was disturbingly clear, like a balloon being sliced open. The sword tore through flesh and organs with frightening ease. Machvise's enormous stomach split apart, and blood erupted outward as his body was ripped open from the inside.
"Aghhhhh!"
A horrifying scream escaped his mouth, then abruptly stopped as the life vanished from his eyes. His gigantic body hung motionless for a moment before beginning to collapse, raining blood from above.
The gruesome sight caused several executives to pale visibly. Some even felt their stomachs churn. Their companion had just been killed in one of the most brutal ways imaginable, yet the person responsible showed no reaction whatsoever.
Gojo simply withdrew his sword with a smooth motion. The blade remained spotless. As Machvise's corpse fell apart and blood rained downward, the crimson droplets never reached Gojo. Every drop stopped before touching him, diverted away by the invisible space surrounding his body. Limitless quietly repelled everything.
Gojo sheathed his sword and calmly began walking forward. His white clothes remained completely pristine—not a single drop of blood stained them, and not a single speck of dust touched him.
Behind him lay shattered ground, pools of blood, and the mutilated remains of Machvise. Ahead of him stood the remaining executives of the Donquixote Family.
And as they watched Gojo continue to advance, many of them unconsciously took a step backward. For the first time in years, genuine fear was beginning to take root within the hearts of Doflamingo's officers.
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