NOVEL WEB Chapter 292: 291 Dressrosa, Peeping Eyes
"Parasite String!"
As he kept Tashigi and Rebecca distracted with words, Doflamingo subtly moved his fingers behind his back.
Dozens of nearly invisible strings spread through the air like a meteor shower, aiming to take control of everyone—except Lynch.
"Doffy, stop playing tricks. Raimei Hakke!"
A sudden gust of wind tore through the battlefield, scattering fallen leaves.
Lynch appeared in front of Doflamingo as if he had teleported, his mace carrying an overwhelming pressure.
No one except Doflamingo even saw how Lynch moved.
"So fast!"
To Pica and the others, the world seemed to slow down drastically—except for Lynch, who moved normally.
His sheer speed made it impossible for them to intervene.
"Move! Move! Move faster!"
Doflamingo saw the attack coming but couldn't react in time.
A crushing gap in physical ability.
"Shield White Line!"
At the last possible moment, he forced his body to move before the blow landed.
Doflamingo knew he had only one real chance to fight back, so he had to go all out.
He immediately severed the Parasite Strings aimed at Rebecca and the others—he couldn't afford any distractions.
The ground and surrounding buildings began shifting—turning into strings.
Paramecia – String-String Fruit: Awakening.
In a desperate move, he manipulated a thousand white strings beneath his feet, forming a massive cross-shaped shield in front of him.
Boom!
Doflamingo shot through the air at incredible speed, crashing through dozens of buildings before slamming into the ground with a loud impact.
Dirt and debris blasted ten feet into the air, leaving behind a massive fifty-meter crater.
He lay still, the cracked earth around him spreading like a spider web—until his eyes suddenly snapped open.
From behind him, countless white threads surged outward, cushioning his fall just enough. Without them, he might have already joined his dead brother.
"Baaahahaha! The so-called Emperor of the West Blue… nothing special."
Blood dripped from Doflamingo's mouth as he laughed. His body was numb, but he had survived.
Yet when he tried to stand, he realized—his legs were broken. No matter how much he willed it, they wouldn't move.
Watching this, Kuina couldn't help but feel secondhand embarrassment. "How does he manage to be both pathetic and confident at the same time?"
Doflamingo was just as ruthless to himself as he was to others.
Without hesitation, he forcefully snapped his broken leg back into place, sewing it with silk threads to keep it stable for battle. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he showed no sign of pain.
"Young Master, you're amazing! Everything's fine now!"
Pica and the others let out a breath they didn't realize they were holding. Their eyes changed to Lynch, their expressions filled with awe—and fear.
So this is the power of the Emperor of the West Blue?
Their young master had barely withstood a single strike from his opponent's mace. And yet… wasn't the West Blue King supposed to wield a sword?
"16 Holy Bullets: God's Execution!"
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Doflamingo unleashed his strongest attack since awakening his Devil Fruit.
He knew he wouldn't get lucky twice—this time, he had to seize the initiative.
Everything around him unraveled into thousands of white threads, bending to his will.
With a single motion, he summoned sixteen towering waves of threads, each reinforced with high-density Armament Haki, stabbing toward his enemy at terrifying speed.
"When did the Young Master develop this attack?"
Pica and Diamanti were stunned by Doflamingo's attack, a flicker of hope igniting in their hearts.
Maybe… maybe this could actually injure the Emperor of the West Blue!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Sixteen black streaks tore through the sky like meteors—16 Shots: God Killing! But not a single one was aimed at Lynch.
Instead, they were directed toward Kuina and the others from unpredictable angles.
"Hahaha! Smart move, Doffy!"
Doflamingo knew he couldn't harm Lynch directly, so he tried to use Kuina and the others as bait to force an opening.
But he made one critical mistake—Kuina and her allies weren't fragile ornaments.
"Universal Pull!"
"Shinra Tensei!"
Kuina and Tashigi combined their powers, bending the trajectory of the incoming threads and sending them exploding into the distance.
Intercepting an attack mid-air was no simple feat—it required precise timing and immense strength to shift its course.
By the time they succeeded, both were drenched in sweat from the sheer effort.
Taking those attacks head-on would've been impossible.
Doflamingo watched in disbelief as his own attack demolished the very city he once ruled.
"What kind of Devil Fruit power is that?!"
Doflamingo couldn't believe his eyes. With just a gesture, those two women had sent his God Killer attack flying.
That shouldn't be possible—not with any Devil Fruit he knew of.
"We're super—"
Tashigi started to explain, but Kuina quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Hah, are we really dumb enough to tell him the name of our fruit?"
Tashigi: "..."
Alright… I guess I am dumb.
Just then, Lynch drew Dragon Slayer and swung it in a sudden arc toward the distance.
"Have you rats seen enough? Get out here!"
A powerful flying slash tore through the air, traveling thousands of meters before striking a distant stone castle.
From within the rubble, three figures emerged.
"Hahahaha! You must be Lynch. I've heard quite a lot about you."
The newcomers were none other than Saint Monroe and the two Knight Gods who had just finished 'educating' Doflamingo.
Lynch's gaze locked onto one of them—a curly-haired man wearing a mask marked with the number 46.
"So, it's you."
Last time, we fought in the Revolutionary Army's stronghold.
Lynch's gaze shifted to the other two. Are they also members of the Knights of God?
No… at least not the blond man who bore a striking resemblance to Doflamingo. His aura was far too weak.
Unless he was deliberately hiding his strength, at best, he was on par with a weak Shichibukai.
Someone like that had no place among the Knights of God.
"Emperor of the West Blue, long time no see. This time, I brought some help."
The masked, curly-haired man—Saint Boswald—chuckled.
Beside him, a woman with the ethereal beauty of a fox spirit floated effortlessly in the air, her bare feet never touching the ground.
She was wrapped in a sheer white gauze, her long white hair flowing as if caught in an invisible current.
A small gourd hung from her waist, adding to her otherworldly presence.
She stretched lazily, her eyes half-lidded with drowsiness.
"Ugh, do we really have to fight again? So annoying."
She yawned, her voice carrying a seductive lilt.
"All this fighting and killing… what's the point? Wouldn't it be better to sit down and have afternoon tea?"
A sly smile curled her lips.
"I know a great dessert shop in Dressrosa~"
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TO BE CONTINUED
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