In many situations, the true strength of a Saint lies not in individual combat prowess—
But in the ability to turn the tide of an entire battle through group enhancement!
"Divine Guidance!"
As Jake's voice rang out, every Marine felt their bodies instantly lighten.
Legs fatigued from intense combat suddenly brimmed with renewed strength, and reaction speeds sharpened beyond their previous limits.
Jake himself, empowered by both Divine Guidance and the speed granted by the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, shot toward Doflamingo at a velocity nearly imperceptible to the naked eye.
But Doflamingo had already anticipated Jake's move.
Layers upon layers of strings surrounded him—not enough to harm Jake, but sufficient for Doflamingo to track his every movement.
Moreover, each of Jake's actions caused the surrounding threads to drift and converge toward him.
If the battle continued in this space, Jake would soon find himself entangled in his own web, reduced to helpless prey.
Like a spider perched upon its silk, Doflamingo closed in step by step, dragging Jake ever closer to death's embrace.
Yet for Jake, who had studied Doflamingo in advance, this tactic wasn't insurmountable.
A simple discharge of lightning could incinerate every last thread.
But that wasn't the optimal solution.
The greatest humiliation would be turning the enemy's own ability against him!
Jake glanced down at Monet and nodded.
Understanding his intent, she smiled faintly before raising a hand and exhaling a frigid breath toward Jake and Doflamingo.
The temperature plummeted as snowflakes swirled densely through the air.
The moment those snowflakes touched Doflamingo's strings, they froze instantly—trapping even the surrounding moisture and transforming the once-thin threads into thick, arm-sized icicles.
The entire process was blindingly fast.
By the time Doflamingo realized Monet's plan, most of his meticulously woven threads had already been encased in ice.
Jake stood atop an ice pillar, only for it to shatter beneath his feet the next moment.
When Doflamingo reacted, Jake had already appeared right in front of him.
As a fist came swinging toward him, completely sealing off all possible escape routes, Doflamingo felt his body uncontrollably lifting into the air!
'This guy's punches shouldn't have this kind of power! Damn it! Is this a Devil Fruit ability?!'
Doflamingo instantly realized there was something unusual about Jake's punch, but he was now suspended midair, unable to do anything.
Jake, of course, wouldn't let such a perfect opportunity slip.
Without hesitation, he delivered a lightning-charged punch straight to Doflamingo's abdomen.
The moment Doflamingo's entire body went numb from the shock, Jake extended his palm slightly, and golden chains instantly materialized, binding Doflamingo in midair.
"Spear of Victory!"
"Sticky Ball!"
Just as a radiant spear formed in Jake's hand, Trebol's voice rang out from behind him.
Hearing the sound, Jake frowned slightly before turning around and hurling the spear, shattering the disgusting liquid ball into pieces.
"Shihihi! My mucus balls aren't so easy to break, you know!"
As Trebol's voice echoed again, the mucus fragments scattered in the air instantly reformed and surged toward Jake.
Faced with this attack, Jake showed no expression.
He simply raised his hand, and with a flash of countless lightning bolts, the mucus—along with Trebol—was reduced to ashes.
Yet Jake didn't smile.
That attack hadn't done any real damage—it was just a mucus clone Trebol had created.
His real body must be... over there!
Just as Jake prepared to strike again, Doflamingo managed to break free from the holy chains.
Swinging his arms, he unleashed countless slashes from the sky—but instead of aiming at Jake, they rained down toward the Marines.
Seeing this, Jake remained completely calm.
The next moment, Monet's voice rang out, carrying an icy chill.
"Snow Dome: Hundred Grass Paper!"
As her voice faded, an unbearable cold enveloped the outskirts of Flevance.
Over the past year, under Aokiji's guidance, Monet had nearly pushed the Snow-Snow Fruit to the brink of awakening.
Her mastery of its abilities far surpassed what was seen in the original story.
And now, with Jake's [Blessing of Courage] enhancing her, the power of her techniques was downright terrifying.
One must remember—Logia-type abilities are the embodiment of natural disasters!
A snow dome, nearly hundreds of meters long, instantly covered the battlefield below, intercepting all of Doflamingo's slashes.
"Idiots! How could a flimsy structure like that possibly block the Young Master's attacks?" Diamante was currently hiding in the shadows, slowly closing in on Monet while casting a disdainful glance at the massive snow house towering in the air.
But the next moment, something happened that left him utterly stunned.
Doflamingo's slash not only failed to cut through the snow house—it didn't even reach halfway through its thickness.
Monet looked up at the sky and speak with a cold voice.
"It seems I overestimated you, Doflamingo. Your strength doesn't even warrant this level of seriousness from me!"
"Also, you there, the sneaky gentleman. If you wouldn't mind, please stay right where you are. Move even an inch, and your entire body will shatter."
As Monet's voice faded, Diamante saw her emotionless eyes staring back at him.
Before he knew it, his legs were completely encased in ice.
Perhaps the freezing happened too quickly—Diamante didn't even have time to react.
"What a troublesome opponent. But sorry, I can't just stand by while you mock our Young Master like this!"
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