Chapter 547

In the end—

Doflamingo's body slammed violently into a wall several hundred meters away.

The terrifying impact drove him backward, and his back crashed against the wall.

In an instant,

Boom!

A thunderous roar erupted.

Deafening as thunder,

earsplitting.

Doflamingo's body smashed straight through the wall on the spot, an entire section of wall pierced and shattered by his frame.

The shockwave radiating from his body forcibly caved the whole wall in.

Crack!

Crack!

Countless fissures spread across the wall's surface.

Then…

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The wall collapsed with a roar, breaking into countless fragments and rubble that rained down.

Innumerable shards of broken stone, caught up in the violent gusts of air, flew wildly about.

The instant his back struck the wall, Doflamingo spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.

As the shockwave coursing through his body gradually transferred into the wall, his form, which had been flying backward all the while, sank heavily down along with the crumbling wall.

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In a moment,

smoke and dust billowed upward, swirling in curling wisps.

Before long.

Doflamingo's entire body was slowly enveloped and wrapped by the dust.

As if thoroughly buried by the collapsed, shattered wall.

Leaving those outside unable to glimpse his figure or appearance any longer.

Every bit of this played out with perfect clarity before the eyes of the onlookers on all sides.

As the highest-ranking officers of the Donquixote Family, whether it was Trebol or Pica, or Diamante, they all felt waves of anxiety and worry.

"Young Master!"

Trebol was about to rush toward the spot where Doflamingo had been sent flying, but was blocked by Pica beside him.

"What are you doing? Can't you see the Young Master is already injured?"

He turned and snapped angrily.

"Don't act rashly!"

"What do you think—that you're the only one who cares about the Young Master's safety? You think I don't want to go help the Young Master?"

"The truth is, it's not that I don't want to—it's that I simply can't!"

"A battle of this level is no longer something you or I can try to interfere with."

"If we were to recklessly insert ourselves…"

"We might very well become a heavy burden that drags the Young Master down!"

"You absolutely must not, on a momentary impulse, harm the Young Master!"

Pica drew a deep breath and admonished him with a face full of heaviness.

"This—!"

Trebol was left speechless; the steps he had been about to take toward Doflamingo halted abruptly on the spot.

Clearly.

He had been convinced by Pica's words.

At this moment,

Trebol had never, as on this day, hated his own weakness so bitterly!

"Damn it!"

He could only gnash his teeth, clench his fists tight, and rage helplessly.

"This is a battlefield between two monsters!"

"And we mere mortals don't even have the qualification to take part."

"Even just the battle's aftershocks from those two are enough to crush us into powder on the spot, leaving us as cold corpses."

"If we were to recklessly interfere, the first to die would be us."

"Whether it's the Young Master, or that Quan Mo Lu En—both of them are far too powerful!"

Pica let out a helpless sigh.

He too had never, as on this day,

felt so profoundly…

his own fragility and insignificance.

"Before the true top-tier monsters of this sea…"

"The strength we take such pride in is as fragile and insignificant as an ant."

Beside them, Diamante felt it deeply as well.