The Man Chosen by Heaven

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"Crackle... Crack..."

Crimson lightning intertwined and danced chaotically, shrouding the entire sky. Two vastly different auras clashed fiercely, exuding overwhelming pressure and creating a stunning visual spectacle that left everyone in awe.

Even the warships hundreds of meters away and Germa's "War House" were directly affected.

"Thud... Thud..."

One by one, soldiers from Germa collapsed unconscious—and forget about the Marines stationed on those warships; they fared no better.

The giant sea slug carrying the War House also succumbed to the shockwaves, losing consciousness amidst the terrifying fluctuations. Its massive head slumped lifelessly onto the surface of the ocean.

"I almost lost consciousness... What... What's going on here?"

Captain Holden of the Fifth Squad wiped away cold sweat as he struggled to steady himself against the railing.

Bearing the immense oppressive force, he gazed toward the merchant ship hundreds of meters away, now completely enveloped in crimson lightning, his face filled with disbelief.

"Could this be... the Conqueror's Haki that Prince Itchi once mentioned? It's unbelievably powerful—capable of knocking out Germa's elite soldiers from such a distance..."

At this moment, even if he wanted to report back to Germa's headquarters, it was impossible.

Even the colossal sea slug had been knocked unconscious—let alone the fragile Den Den Mushi used for communication.

Meanwhile, several nautical miles away...

A pirate ship resembling a duck was sailing toward the "battlefield."

"What's happening? Could this really be the legendary clash of Conqueror's Haki?" Using a spyglass to observe the distant scene, Trebol couldn't help but shout anxiously from the bow of the ship: "Why are there such terrifying individuals in this tiny corner of the North Blue?"

Trebol wore small sunglasses, draped in a quilt-like cloak adorned with circles, holding a cane marked with a spade emblem. With snot dangling halfway down his nose, messy bangs framing his forehead, and glue-like strands hanging limply below, his appearance was utterly repulsive.

"What's wrong? Trebol, calm down..."

A tall man wearing a red cloak and face paint approached, staring at the distant merchant ship where lightning seemed to dance across its surface. He frowned slightly and asked, "This suffocating pressure... could Doflamingo have encountered an opponent?"

"The only person capable of doing this is that brat from Germa!"

Trebol relaxed his furrowed brows, seemingly trying to reassure himself. A confident smile spread across his grotesque face. "Hehehe... I must've been overly frightened by the display of Conqueror's Haki from that kid. Doflamingo is a born king, a man chosen by heaven. How could he possibly lose to some mere child? In the end, victory will surely belong to him..."

"Of course! Doflamingo is the one we all chose to help us fulfill our dreams and ambitions!" Diamante smiled, showing no concern.

How strong could a mere teenager be? Even though the World Economic Newspaper praised him endlessly, it was nothing more than Morganse, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, giving face to Vinsmoke Judge, the Supreme Commander of Germa 66. At the same time, it was an attempt to pique the world's curiosity and boost newspaper sales.

"Doflamingo engaging in combat with that Germa brat proves that Law must definitely be on that ship—and their target is undoubtedly him. They dare challenge our Donquixote Family for possession of Law—it's sheer madness..." As his dangling snot swayed, Trebol concluded confidently. He believed the battle would soon come to an end. "Hehehe... I'm looking forward to seeing that brat Law again..."

Over the years, the Donquixote Family had never stopped searching for Trafalgar Law, especially after confirming he had consumed the Ope Ope no Mi. Even after establishing their "headquarters" in the New World and becoming rulers of Dressrosa, Doflamingo still occasionally brought a few executives to scour the North Blue—but without success.

Just days ago, they finally received word that Law had appeared in this region. However, upon arriving, they learned that Germa 66's War House had also surfaced nearby. This made Doflamingo suspicious, and sure enough, the two forces collided.

"Nah, nah, let me ask you something..."

Leaning on his cane, Trebol smirked mischievously. "Diamante, do you think when the time comes, Doflamingo might give that Vinsmoke Judge guy some face and spare the brat's life..."

"Who knows?"

Diamante shrugged indifferently. "But Germa's strength isn't weak, and they've done business with our Donquixote Family over the years. As long as Doflamingo doesn't get provoked, there's hope..."

"Damn it, why is Donquixote Doflamingo, one of the Seven Warlords known as 'Heavenly Night fork,' here? And why has he clashed so violently with that demon from Germa 66..."

On the docks of Almeria Island, Colonel Brande, who had witnessed everything, suppressed the shock in his heart and immediately ordered his adjutant: "Contact Headquarters right away and report this situation..."

"Yes, sir!!"