Doflamingo finally realized how laughable his earlier scheming had been.
In the face of absolute power disparity, any notion of profiting from others' conflicts was nothing but wishful thinking.
The "Fisherman" cannot catch the "Leviathan" if the Leviathan eats the boat.
It seemed victory would require more waiting.
From the highest observation deck, Ron gently swirled his glass of red wine, a satisfied curve lifting the corner of his mouth.
"As expected of a Legendary Pirate... he has recovered most of his strength."
His gaze swept over the unconscious Kid being carried off the field below.
"Medical team on standby. Don't let our guest actually die. He still has potential."
Enel lazily yawned next to him. "Yahaha... I thought we'd get to see more excitement."
His tone carried a hint of disdain, clearly uninterested in the one-sided stomp.
This domination forced all those coveting the Glint-Glint Fruit to reconsider whether they truly dared challenge that floating monster.
The power of an Admiral really wasn't easy to obtain.
...
Gecko Moria stood within the shadows at the edge of the coliseum, his towering frame nearly merging with the darkness.
His sharp, suppressed laughter churned in his throat.
"Kishishishi... That madman Bullet really is impossible to reason with."
Moria mused inwardly, his hand unconsciously rubbing the massive scissors hanging at his waist.
He had originally planned to use his Shadow-Shadow Fruit ability to obtain Bullet's Fusion-infused blood, but the Demon Heir's contemptuous attitude caused negotiations to break down before they even began.
Yet Moria felt no regret.
Through his observations during this period, he had confirmed crucial intelligence: the mastermind behind the Eternal Divine Kingdom was actually Ron.
This discovery made a glint flash through his crimson eyes.
"Whitebeard's Vice-Captain... Kaido's mortal enemy..."
Moria silently grinned, revealing his sharp teeth.
He realized he might be able to leverage this power to fulfill his long-held revenge plan.
Since Ron's faction opposed Kaido, he could simply watch them fight from the sidelines and strike at the perfect moment.
Regarding the evolution of his own abilities, Moria had already made his final decision.
He looked down at the enormous shadow he cast, calculating inwardly.
"The Shadow-Shadow Fruit's power is already formidable, but if I could stack another ability on top..."
...
Meanwhile, the remaining members of the Tobi Roppo were carrying out their mission as planned.
Fierce battles erupted simultaneously on the other two combat islands, while the coliseum where Douglas Bullet fought had already descended into a vision of hell.
This once-glorious arena now lay in ruins, littered with corpses and debris.
Towering stone pillars had been shattered by brute force, and the spectator stands were riddled with terrifying fissures, as if the entire island trembled under Bullet's brutality.
This monster known as the "Demon Heir" was staging a bloody massacre with overwhelming dominance.
BOOM——!!
Another pirate's body was flung aside like a ragdoll, crashing violently into the spectator stands, spraying shattered stone and flesh in all directions.
Screams of terror rose incessantly. In just ten short minutes, the arena's sand had been stained a deep crimson.
A heavy metallic scent churned in the air, so thick that even the howling sea breeze couldn't disperse the nauseating stench of death.
"What a joke... that's the so called 'Tobi Roppo'!"
In the audience, someone trembled and roared, their voice filled with disbelief.
At the center of the arena, Ulti and Page One had fully transformed into their beast forms.
Ulti's head was covered in thick bone armor, the brute force of a Pachycephalosaurus causing the ground to crack with every step she took.
Page One's Spinosaurus form was even more ferocious, the bone spines on his back as sharp as blades, his thick tail capable of shattering steel.
Yet, before Bullet, this fearsome pair of siblings seemed as laughable as children.
"Too slow!"
Bullet sneered and threw a punch, his muscular arm tearing through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.
Ulti roared and charged forward, attempting to deliver a decisive blow with her signature headbutt.
"Ulti-Mortar!"
CRACK—!!
The sound of shattering bone armor was crisp and horrifying.
Her momentum was instantly reversed as Bullet's fist slammed directly into her skull.
Cracks spread like a spiderweb across her reinforced forehead, and blood gushed from her nostrils.
Without even time to scream, she was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing violently into the arena's stone wall. Rubble collapsed, burying her instantly.
"Sister—!!" Page One let out a beast-like roar.
The spines on his back bristled as his sharp claws tore through the air, aiming straight for Bullet's back.
Yet, his claws didn't even manage to touch Bullet's skin.
"Is this all you've got? You call yourselves the 'Flying Six'?"
Without even turning his head, Bullet reached back with a steel-like grip.
His five fingers clamped around Page One's throat, lifting the massive dinosaur into the air.
The Spinosaurus's struggles were futile—his sharp claws scraped against Bullet's arm, creating sparks but failing to leave even a single scratch on the Armament Haki.
The next moment—
BOOM—!!!
Page One was slammed violently into the ground, causing the entire arena to tremble.
From the point of impact, terrifying cracks spread like lightning in all directions.
Dust and debris flew into the air. Under the immense force, Page One's beast form was forcibly dispelled.
Reverting to his human form, he spat blood, his eyes rolled back, completely unconscious.
This was the absolute power of the "Devil's Heir," Douglas Bullet!
On this blood-soaked arena, he was the apex predator, and all challengers were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.
The audience held their breath, faces pale. They could only watch helplessly as the massacre continued.
Just as the tension reached its peak, the arena's heavy iron gate suddenly creaked open.
CREAAAK...
Everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn toward the sound.
A new group marched in with disciplined steps, standing in stark contrast to the chaotic pirates.
At their head was Sabo, wearing his signature top hat and blue goggles, his black trench coat flapping in the wind.
He gripped his metal pipe firmly.
Beside him walked Belo Betty, looking seductive yet commanding with her massive flag resting on her shoulder, and the short, energetic Lindbergh, fiddling with a mechanical device.
Behind them was a well-disciplined squad of the Revolutionary Army.
However, the most intriguing presence was a single figure in a heavy cloak standing inconspicuously at the back, their face obscured by a hood.
Sabo stepped over the unconscious body of a pirate, his eyes fixed on Bullet.
"Sorry to interrupt the fun," Sabo said with a confident smile. "But we're here for the prize, too."