Faced with Bellamy's life-or-death gamble, Doflamingo finally had nowhere left to run. The Six King Gun struck his head with its full, unmitigated force.
The head is an even more critical weak point than the heart. A person can still gasp for a few moments after their heart is gone, but if their head is blown apart, death is instantaneous.
Doflamingo's head took the full brunt of Bellamy's secret art. Even though he had coated it with all his remaining Armament Haki, the blow still blasted away half of his skull on the spot. In that instant, a gruesome mixture of white, red, and yellow splattered everywhere, filling the narrow underground space with a sickening, coppery stench.
"Young Master!"
Pica, desperate to protect his master, actually crawled out from the earth and cradled Doflamingo's body. But with such a devastating blow to the head, even if Doflamingo wasn't brain-dead on the spot, he was knocked unconscious. No matter how much Pica cried out, he received no response.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Bellamy coughed violently, clutching his chest and spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam.
"Don't bother shouting. He's dead."
Even a man as strong as Whitebeard was on the verge of death when Akainu blew off half his head. How could a mere Doflamingo possibly survive such a grievous injury?
Pinned to the wall, Drake heard this and couldn't help but shout, "Really?"
"Doflamingo is dead?! Is it true, Captain?!"
"You can celebrate now, Drake."
Bellamy could deeply empathize with Drake's joy. After countless trials and tribulations, he had finally killed this menace. At this moment, he too was ecstatic.
"Young Master, please wake up!"
"Young Master!"
Pica wept loudly, clutching Doflamingo's corpse. His ridiculous, childlike voice was especially grating at that moment. Seeing his loyalty, Bellamy offered him a single punch, driving his head down into his neck.
"You can be buried here together, master and servant."
He then delivered another punch to Doflamingo's head, completely pulverizing what was left of his skull. With an injury like this, unless Doflamingo had eaten the Revive-Revive Fruit, no one could save him. The ability of the Heal-Heal Fruit could only cure injuries; it couldn't bring back the dead.
"He's really dead!" Drake pulled the assassination thread from his body and collapsed onto the ground, his body going limp.
"It's over."
"Yeah, it's over."
With Doflamingo dead, the Donquixote Family had lost its one and only core. The remaining underlings, even if they were lucky enough to survive, posed no threat to them. All the family's wealth, its vast intangible assets, and its world-renowned reputation would all gradually dissipate with Doflamingo's death, until they were completely forgotten by the world.
There probably won't be another String-String Fruit user this strong for a long time.
Doflamingo's application and development of the String-String Fruit were nothing short of genius. That last attack, the Sixteen Holy Assassin's Bullets, had actually injured Bellamy quite badly. His wounds, which seemed to have completely healed, were a deception. In reality, his bones were riddled with hairline fractures. An injury like that couldn't possibly heal completely in such a short time. Doflamingo had mostly been intimidated by the surface appearance. If he had forced a head-on clash, Bellamy wouldn't have won so easily.
Furthermore, not using the Birdcage from the outset was undoubtedly Doflamingo's greatest mistake in this battle. The Birdcage wasn't just about raw damage; it was about the immense psychological pressure it created as it slowly closed in. A battle, after all, is a contest of power, skill, and will. From the very beginning, Bellamy had created the illusion that he was impervious to harm, putting Doflamingo under immense mental strain.
In reality, how could he not be injured? The price of such rapid self-healing was the massive consumption of his life force. Once his life force was depleted, his wounds would naturally stop healing. It was all just a psychological game. In the end, Doflamingo had faintly seen through the illusion, but by then, it was too late. Perhaps his best choice from the start would have been to commit to running away.
"Let's get out of here."
They had fought their way down to a depth of nearly a thousand meters. Debris was constantly falling from above, crashing down on their heads. The fissure was about to collapse.
Bellamy grabbed Drake and leaped high into the air. Before leaving, he casually collapsed the surrounding earthen walls, burying Doflamingo and Pica's bodies deep underground. Buried in a place like this, no one would ever find them. For a villain like Doflamingo, this was perhaps the best possible end.
Dressrosa - Inner City
When the key figures at the center of the battlefield disappeared into the fissure, the Donquixote Family's top executive, Diamante, user of the Ripple-Ripple Fruit, immediately panicked. But Law used his ability to tie him down completely.
Diamante's abilities were indeed lacking, and his strength was very average. But in terms of loyalty to Doflamingo, he was second to none. Otherwise, with his skills, how could he have become one of Doflamingo's right-hand men?
Seeing the violent tremors continuing to emanate from below, Diamante finally couldn't take it anymore. He took a slash from Law's sword in order to rush toward the center of the battlefield. But he didn't know that a cut from Law was not something one could simply ignore. The ability of the Op-Op Fruit could decide a battle in a single blow.
ROOM: Slaughterhouse!
"Got it."
A beating heart appeared in Law's hand. Worried about Bellamy and Drake's safety, he crushed it without hesitation. The moment the heart shattered, Diamante let out a bloodcurdling scream, then vomited a large amount of blood and slowly died as he knelt on the ground.
With this, the top echelon of the Donquixote Family, aside from Vergo who was still on an undercover mission in the Marines, had been completely wiped out. The remaining low-ranking executives, with the exception of Monet, the user of the Snow-Snow Fruit, were all insignificant small fry.
This breathtaking battle was officially entering its final act.
"Captain Bellamy!"
"Drake!"
Law arrived at the edge of the fissure and called out anxiously. The chasm was too deep and pitch-black below; he didn't dare to jump down rashly. Fortunately, it wasn't long before two figures leaped up from below.
"Oh, it's you, Law."
"What's the situation?"
Drake's injuries weren't too severe, mostly superficial wounds that didn't require treatment. With the constitution of an Ancient Zoan, such injuries would heal naturally after a short rest.
"I've taken care of Diamante."
"I see. Doflamingo is dead. Go and support the outer city."
As for him, he was naturally going to find Mansherry. The most important reason Bellamy had attacked Dressrosa wasn't to kill Doflamingo, but for her. His plans, his ambitions, all required the user of the Heal-Heal Fruit to be realized.
Now, it was finally time for him to reap his reward.
"Mansherry, you won't refuse me, will you?"
"Je-ha-ha-ha-ha!"