The white string whip slammed into the ground, causing it to cave in instantly. Countless cracks spread like spiderwebs, and in an instant, a thick cloud of dust was kicked up.
However, the rhythmic thumping of the Emperor's Engine continued.
And it was slowly moving closer to Doflamingo's direction.
In the dust, a faint figure could be seen. His abdomen was stained with blood, and his face had turned pale, clearly a result of excessive blood loss.
But his footsteps didn't stop. He continued to walk forward, step by step.
"This is really intense..."
Sig panted slightly, his heartbeat thumping incessantly.
At this point, he had no choice but to keep going.
Sig stared directly at Doflamingo's smiling face beneath the red sunglasses, constantly muttering in his mind:
Bean-shaped eyes, bean-shaped eyes, bean-shaped eyes...
Doflamingo's smile faltered for a moment, but then he laughed again:
"Your reaction speed isn't bad."
Doflamingo's white string whip lashed out faster and faster, the sharp whistling sound of it cutting through the air growing more piercing.
"Doflamingo's speed is increasing..."
Sig's nervousness grew stronger.
He didn't have Armament Haki to protect himself. Doflamingo's strings were incredibly sharp. Even a single touch would slice through his body...
"Bean-shaped eyes, bean-shaped eyes..."
Sig kept muttering, using it to fight off his growing anxiety.
The street was now riddled with massive craters, collapsing one after another. The entire area was in ruins, and even further away, several buildings were caught in the crossfire, collapsing with a roar.
Doflamingo's white string whip wasn't just incredibly durable—it was also as sharp as countless blades, easily cutting through the ground and slicing apart buildings.
The ground was now crisscrossed with countless gashes, all left by Doflamingo's strings.
In an instant, the entire street was engulfed in a thick cloud of dust.
"Is this what a battle between top-tier fighters looks like?"
"I actually... thought about trying to steal something from Doflamingo and Sig earlier..."
"Look, Sig's walking out again..."
Amidst the swirling dust, a faint figure emerged once more.
Sig's face had grown even paler.
But there wasn't a single new wound on his body. Not even a corner of his clothes was torn.
Sig's face was pale, but his expression remained resolute.
His gaze was firmly fixed on Doflamingo's face... or more accurately, on Doflamingo's sunglasses.
"No way... Did Sig completely dodge all of Doflamingo's attacks?"
"This is truly an incredible battle between top-tier fighters!"
"Wait... Sig's mouth is moving. It seems like he's saying something?"
Countless eyes turned to Sig, straining to hear.
They caught Sig's faint muttering.
"Bean-shaped eyes, bean-shaped eyes, bean-shaped eyes, bean-shaped eyes..."
Some of the more sharp-eared individuals' expressions turned strange.
"No... I must have misheard."
"This is clearly a battle between two top-tier fighters, Sig and Doflamingo. I must have misheard because I've been reading too much of that trashy newspaper."
Some began to doubt themselves.
But when they followed Sig's gaze, it landed squarely on Doflamingo's sunglasses.
A thought crossed everyone's mind.
Was Doflamingo's true face beneath those sunglasses really... bean-shaped eyes?
A few people couldn't help but laugh, but they quickly covered their mouths, trying to stifle their laughter.
Countless complex gazes fell on the two combatants, but more so on Doflamingo's sunglasses.
The tension of witnessing a battle between two top-tier fighters had completely vanished.
The reactions of the onlookers didn't escape Sig and Doflamingo's notice.
Sig was momentarily stunned.
"Did I accidentally say what I was thinking out loud because I was too focused on dodging?"
Cold sweat broke out on Sig's forehead...
He saw Doflamingo's face darken instantly.
A small fissure appeared in the red sunglasses on Doflamingo's face.
Veins bulged on Doflamingo's forehead.
He crouched down, placing his palm on the ground.
A patch of white spread rapidly from his palm, covering the area at an astonishing speed.
These were strings—countless strings!
In an instant, the white had covered the ground beneath Sig's feet, engulfing the entire street...
The devastated ground, the rubble, the collapsed walls and buildings—all were covered in white strings.
Then, they disintegrated, turning into more strings that merged into the ocean of threads beneath Sig's feet.
It wasn't just that the strings had covered the entire street—the entire street had become strings!
Everywhere Sig looked, it was a world of white.
Doflamingo's mastery of the Ito Ito no Mi (String-String Fruit) had reached the level of awakening.
Everything around him—the ground, the buildings—could be transformed into strings.
"Oceanic White Wave!"
The ground surged like ocean waves, white strings churning and swelling into a raging sea that swallowed Sig's figure in an instant.
Tall buildings collapsed rapidly, turning into countless strings that merged into the ocean below, making the waves even more ferocious.
The mountain bandits and pirates who had been watching from a distance had long since retreated, their faces filled with shock as they looked at the street now consumed by the white waves.
Several pirates who hadn't managed to escape in time were swallowed by the waves, their lives extinguished instantly.
"This is the true power of the Heavenly Yaksha..."
"Even if he has bean-shaped eyes, he's really strong..."
Doflamingo no longer had the mind to pay attention to the onlookers. His heart was heavy.
"He's still dodging?"
The surging waves of white strings almost completely blocked out the outside world, but as the one controlling the strings, Doflamingo knew very well.
From the beginning until now, no matter how many strings he unleashed or how fast they were, not a single one had touched Sig, not even once...
"Three minutes have almost passed..."
Doflamingo's expression grew even uglier.
Being able to dodge his attacks earlier was one thing.
But now, he had even been forced to use his awakening, and yet he still hadn't managed to touch Sig.
"At this point, perhaps only the Birdcage..."
As this thought crossed his mind, Doflamingo suddenly glanced toward the port.
Doflamingo snorted coldly, and the surging white waves gradually subsided.
The ocean of white strings receded, and the ground returned to calm.
Finally, what was left was a shattered, fragmented landscape.
Sig stood on the broken ground, facing Doflamingo.
The distance between them was now only four or five steps.
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