Sailing at Sea: The Breath of the Day at the Start

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159. Doflamingo, dead!

The entire white wave ground within a ten-meter radius of Doflamingo, whose face was completely deformed and twisted, sank down under the terrifying power of this shock cannon, as if a huge well had been smashed into the white wave ground by a hammer!

As the shockwave subsided, Doflamingo lay on the ground in the deep well of white waves, covered in blood and looking extremely gruesome.

"This punch is for those students you almost killed!"

Zephyr stood at the edge of the deep, white-waved well, looking down at Doflamingo with a cold and murderous expression.

He raised his left fist, his massive muscles bulging, veins bulging, and blood and energy converging.

Armament Haki hardened his arm, turning it completely black like iron.

Spiral waves of scorching heat coiled around his dark arms, eventually converging on his large, dark fist.

"This punch is for the families of my deceased students!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zephyr threw a punch at the heavily injured and dying Doflamingo below.

Another punch shattered the air, creating an air cannon from the impact.

It landed heavily on Doflamingo.

At this moment, he no longer had the strength to resist or dodge.

boom!

The well has become deeper again.

"This punch is for the right arm that you took from me."

Zefa's right hand blasted out the crusher again.

The well became wider and deeper.

"This punch is for those you have harmed because of your evil deeds."

boom!

After this punch, the entire white wave world returned to its normal rocky terrain.

However, Zephyr did not stop. His right arm, a giant crusher, and his left fist alternated in throwing punches, causing the earth to tremble continuously.

The deep well could not withstand the pressure and split open from the middle. Huge cracks spread in all directions before it collapsed with a deafening roar. The ground within a radius of a thousand meters suddenly collapsed, forming a huge, broken crater that tilted towards the center.

……

The earth stopped shaking.

On the flower field at the top of the hill.

Standing not far from Cyrus and Rebecca, the black-haired boy with his eyes closed chuckled, "It's over."

"Does it mean to decide a winner? Who won?!"

Cyrus hurriedly asked.

However, Ron did not answer him, but said to Ain beside him, "Let's go."

"Ah."

Ayn nodded.

The two used the Shave technique and disappeared from the spot.

Cyrus and Rebecca were left standing there, completely bewildered.

In the end, they still didn't know who that black-haired boy with a black knife at his waist was.

What is the relationship between him, the sea-blue curly-haired beauty beside him, and that former naval admiral, Black-Armed Zephyr? And why did they come to Dressrosa together?

What happened to Doflamingo and the Donquixote Family...?

…………

Ron and Ain arrived at the foot of Flower Field Hill, in a huge, broken crater with a radius of a thousand meters.

Zephyr stood there with his head down, the giant shredder still stained with Doflamingo's blood.

"Teacher Zefa..."

Ayn called out to him.

Zephyr hummed in agreement, then asked without turning his head, "How are things going with the Don Quixote family?"

"Kill them all."

Ron said calmly.

"Is it……"

Zefa let out a long breath, as if he wanted to expel all the hatred, resentment, and anger he had been accumulating.

"Zeff, where is Doflamingo? Is he dead?"

Ayn couldn't help but ask.

"He's still breathing."

Zephyr looked down at the giant well located in the center of the shattered crater. At the very bottom of the well, Doflamingo, whose body was almost crushed, lay there in a starfish position, gushing blood all over the ground.

Ron walked to the edge of the pit.

Doflamingo, still clinging to a sliver of consciousness, stared at the old man and the young man looking down at him, remaining motionless, his heart almost completely still, as if he were truly dead.

In reality, countless threads within his body are frantically repairing his damaged internal organs.

“Don’t let his current dead appearance fool you. Give him some time, and he’ll be back to normal soon.” Zephyr looked down at Doflamingo in deep wells and muttered under his breath, “What a resilient guy.”

He looked at Ain and Ron beside him: "I've settled the score I asked him to settle. Ain, and Ron, it's up to you now."

"I can't ask for it."

Without the slightest hesitation, Ai Yin immediately drew her sword and slashed downwards.

A flying slash rapidly magnified in Doflamingo's eyes. He roared furiously in his heart, urging his last bit of power to create a layer of white spiderwebs on his body, but it was still not enough to block the slash. His body was directly cut in half by the slash.

However, Doflamingo was still not dead. Countless threads emerged from the cuts on his body, intertwining as if trying to reconnect his upper and lower body.

"What an ugly struggle. So this is how the mighty Tenyasha, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, is so afraid of death."

As Ron spoke calmly, he pulled the trigger of the silver revolver in his hand.

boom!

A streak of silver light pierced through the air, striking Doflamingo directly between the eyebrows in his shrunken pupils.

"Damn it... I... how could I possibly die... how could I possibly die in a place like this..."

"I am... a man born to be king..."

"I am... a Celestial Dragon... ah..."

"How could I... die at the hands of this kind of guy... How could I... die here..."

"I'm not reconciled...!!"

"Ron, Zephyr!"

As Doflamingo, in a final, frenzied roar as if in his dying moments, gritted his teeth and gazed upwards into the sky...

His consciousness completely dissipated, his bloodshot eyes turned gray, and his tenacious life force completely vanished.

The white lines that sustained his life withered and disappeared in an instant, just like plants.

Where Doflamingo was severed at the waist, the white lines no longer held him back, and a large amount of internal organs and blood gushed out, quickly forming a pool of blood.

His severed body lay in the pool of blood, his wide-open eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

One of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, the Heavenly Demon, Donquixote Doflamingo.

death!

160, A tremendous crisis! "The Flame" Jin!

Ron felt no emotion whatsoever after killing Doflamingo with a single shot.

Ever since he sensed that undisguised malice from Doflamingo, Momonga, who considered him to be incredibly vengeful, had imagined this scene countless times in his mind.

But when this scene actually came true, and Doflamingo really died at his hands, he felt nothing at all.

Doflamingo, so he's not all that great after all...

Unlike his calm demeanor, Ain appeared extremely agitated, her eyes moist, as she murmured to herself, "I killed him, finally... I got my revenge."

"call……"

Zefa sighed, "In this way, those who died at his hands can finally rest in peace."

"Yes, definitely!"

Ayn nodded vigorously and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Ron released his grip, letting the silver revolver fall into the ripple-like void in front of him.

Zephyr turned to Ron: "Kid, Doflamingo is dead. It's time for you to go back."