One Piece: With Sign-in System

Doflamingo's entire face twisted and contorted in pain. Within a ten-meter radius around him, the very ground of the Island collapsed under the terrifying impact of the shockwave, as if a massive hammer had pounded into a soft mochi, carving out a deep crater in the once-solid terrain.

As the residual shockwaves dissipated, Doflamingo lay at the bottom of the crater, his entire body drenched in blood, a pitiful sight.

"This punch is for the students who nearly lost their lives because of you!"

Zephyr stood at the edge of the deep crater, looking down at the fallen Doflamingo. His expression was cold, filled with unshakable determination and killing intent.

He raised his left fist. His burly muscles tensed and swelled, veins bulging as surging blood pumped through them.

Armament Haki—Hardening!

His entire arm turned pitch-black, gleaming like polished obsidian. Spiraling waves of searing heat coiled around his darkened fist, all of it converging onto his massive, battle-hardened knuckles.

"This punch is for the families of the students who died!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Zephyr swung his fist downward toward the critically wounded Doflamingo.

Another devastating air cannon tore through the atmosphere, shattering the air itself before slamming into Doflamingo's body.

At this moment, he had neither the strength to resist nor the ability to evade.

BOOM!

The crater deepened once more.

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

Zephyr's mechanical right arm blasted forward with unstoppable force.

The impact widened and deepened the crater even further.

"This punch is for every innocent soul you've harmed with your wicked deeds!"

BOOM!

The moment his punch landed, the entire terrain surrounding them shattered, restoring to its original rocky landscape.

Yet, Zephyr still did not stop. His enormous mechanical arm and his powerful left fist struck in rapid succession, each blow shaking the earth. The crater could no longer withstand the destruction—it cracked, fractures spiderwebbing outward in all directions before finally collapsing entirely.

Within the span of moments, the ground for a full kilometer around them caved in, forming a massive, sloping, broken pit that sucked everything toward its center.

Finally, the tremors ceased.

—Atop a hill, amidst a vast field of flowers—

A young man with jet-black hair stood beside Kyros and Rebecca. He had his eyes closed, a faint smile on his lips as he spoke:

"It's over."

Kyros tensed, his eyes widening. "You mean the battle is decided?! Who won?!"

But Ron did not answer. Instead, he simply turned to Ain, the blue-haired beauty at his side, and said softly:

"Let's go."

"Mhm." Ain nodded.

In the blink of an eye, both of them disappeared, vanishing into thin air with a swift use of Shave.

Leaving Kyros and Rebecca standing there, utterly bewildered.

In the end, they still had no idea who that black-haired swordsman with the jet-black blade was.

They didn't know why he, the ocean-blue-haired beauty, or even the former Marine Admiral, Black Arm Zephyr, had come to Dressrosa together.

And now, what had become of Doflamingo? What about the Donquixote Family?

The answers remained a mystery.

Ron and Ain arrived at the base of the flower-covered hill, standing at the edge of the colossal, shattered crater that spanned nearly a kilometer.

At the center of it all, Zephyr stood motionless, his head slightly bowed. His massive mechanical arm was still stained with Doflamingo's blood.

"Zephyr..."

Ain called out to him.

Zephyr let out a low grunt in acknowledgment, not bothering to turn around as he asked, "What about the Donquixote Family?"

"All dead."

Ron's voice was calm, emotionless.

Zephyr exhaled slowly. It was a long, deep breath—one that seemed to carry away all the hatred, anger, and resentment that had built up within him over the years.

Ain hesitated for a moment before asking, "Zephyr... what about Doflamingo? Is he dead?"

Zephyr lowered his gaze, looking at the very bottom of the abyssal crater. There, in the deepest pit, lay Doflamingo—his body almost completely crushed, sprawled in a grotesque, unmoving shape. Blood pooled beneath him, spreading across the ground like a crimson lake.

Ron stepped forward, peering down into the depths.

Doflamingo still clung to the last shreds of consciousness. He lay motionless, his body so still that even his heartbeat had nearly stopped, mimicking the appearance of death.

But deep within, countless tiny white threads were surging, desperately stitching together his shattered organs.

Zephyr sneered. "Don't be fooled by how dead he looks. Give him a little time, and he'll be up and moving again."

His voice was laced with disdain as he muttered, "What a stubborn bastard... his vitality is as monstrous as ever."

Then, turning to Ain and Ron, he continued, "I've settled my score with him. Ain, Ron... the rest is up to you."

"That's exactly what I was hoping for."

Ain didn't hesitate for a second. She unsheathed her sword and, without a word, swung it downward.

A razor-sharp flying slash shot through the air, growing larger and larger in Doflamingo's eyes.

His mind screamed in fury. In a final act of desperation, he summoned the last remnants of his strength, weaving a dense spiderweb of white threads around his body. But it wasn't enough.

The blade of air sliced through him effortlessly—cleaving his body in half at the waist.

Yet, he still didn't die.

From the gaping wound, countless strings surged out, intertwining and latching onto one another, desperately trying to reconnect his severed torso.

Ron watched with cold amusement. "What an ugly struggle... So this is what the infamous 'Heavenly Yaksha' of the Seven Warlords has been reduced to—clinging to life like a frightened rat, terrified of death."

As he spoke, Ron calmly raised his silver revolver.

Click.

His finger squeezed the trigger.

BANG!

A silver bullet cut through the air, reflecting in Doflamingo's dilated pupils as it pierced straight through his forehead.

Doflamingo's mind went blank.

His lips quivered, as if he still refused to accept his fate. "No... Impossible... I... I can't die..."

His voice was weak, barely a whisper, but filled with disbelief.

"I was born to be a king..."

"I am... a Celestial Dragon...!"

"How could I die... to scum like this... How could I... die here...!"

His pupils lost focus, his bloodshot eyes turning dull and lifeless.

The white threads that had desperately tried to mend his broken body withered away like dying vines.

Then, they disappeared entirely.

With nothing holding his body together anymore, the two halves of his corpse collapsed. A flood of internal organs and blood gushed out, forming a dark, ominous pool beneath him.

Doflamingo lay in that crimson lake, his lifeless eyes still wide open—filled with hatred, regret, and unwillingness.

The Heavenly Yaksha.

The ruler of Dressrosa.

One of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

Donquixote Doflamingo... was dead.

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