Dozens of kilometers away, in the sky above the wasteland, an extremely violent aura smashed into his perception. It was pure, unadulterated destructive desire. Unmasked. Like a burning supernova, wantonly releasing apocalyptic energy.
Doflamingo's heart skipped a beat. A long-forgotten sense of dread crept up his spine.
He knew this feeling all too well. He had felt it when facing the three Marine Admiral. He had felt it when facing an enraged Kaido during his business with him.
But this aura was even more berserk. More utterly unreasonable. It was the crushing pressure of pure, overwhelming numerical superiority.
"Is this the peak combat power of this world?" Doflamingo muttered under his breath, a fine layer of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
He had assumed that aside from that tailed Emperor of the Universe, there was no existence on this planet worthy of his fear. To think that some random guy could just pop up, radiating a terrifying presence that even he found highly problematic.
And looking at the trajectory... it was heading straight for where that lunatic Kaido was.
That horned monster and the Emperor of the Universe were likely already tearing each other apart. And now, some reckless madman had just joined the fray. These muddy waters were getting more and more interesting.
Doflamingo released his grip on the radar.
He was an exceedingly smart pirate. He never fought battles he wasn't sure he could win. Recklessly plunging into a chaotic brawl of monsters on that level, before he had fully grasped the true power ceiling of this world, would be the height of stupidity.
He preferred to hide behind the curtain. To watch those idiots tear each other's throats out. And when they were mutually battered and clinging to their last breath, he would step out to clean up the mess and claim the grandest spoils.
That was the survival philosophy of the Heavenly Yaksha.
Doflamingo spared a final glance at Krillin and Gohan, who were still gasping for air on the ground below. These two weak locals had outlived their usefulness. He couldn't even muster the interest to kill them.
With a sharp upward flick of his ten fingers, the transparent threads anchored to the clouds violently retracted. Doflamingo's body blurred into a pink afterimage, shooting straight up into the oppressive green clouds of Namek, leaving only a low, cold chuckle drifting away on the wind.
"Fight. Slaughter yourselves to your hearts' content. Because in the end, every single bead will belong to Doflamingo."
Above the clouds, Doflamingo darted forward, walking on threads. He retracted his Observation Haki, keeping it tightly bound within a few hundred meters of his body to minimize his presence. He clutched the Dragon Radar tightly.
The red dot on the screen was just about to merge with the cluster of three Dragon Balls. An earth-shattering explosion was about to ignite in that direction.
Doflamingo adjusted his course, actively steering clear of the battlefield that was about to become a living purgatory, and headed toward the lone, isolated Dragon Ball coordinate on the map. Before someone else could get their hands on it, he needed to secure it.
As for whether that madman Kaido could survive surrounded by those monsters... that wasn't his concern. The guy was thick-skinned; he wouldn't die that easily.
Doflamingo licked his lips, his pink sunglasses catching the faint light above the clouds.
On this trip, he absolutely had to make a massive profit before heading back. Back in Manager Blake's mysterious little shop, there were far too many powers waiting for him, making him drool with greed. Once he had enough chips, he, Doflamingo, would even dare to drag that untouchable Imu down from the altar.
The wind howled in his ears as the Heavenly Yaksha completely vanished into the boundless sea of clouds.
The great Battle Royale of Namek had just truly begun.
Meanwhile, back on the wasteland Doflamingo had abandoned, Krillin finally caught his breath. He scrambled over to Gohan on his hands and knees, violently shaking the still-dazed Saiyan descendant.
"Gohan! How do you feel?!" Krillin's voice trembled with poorly concealed terror.
Gohan rubbed his throbbing head, his eyes finally clearing. When he saw the shocking purple bruises around Krillin's neck, his eyes instantly welled up with tears.
"Uncle Krillin... I... what happened to me? My body suddenly wouldn't listen to me! I didn't mean to hurt you!" Gohan cried out, his voice hitching with sobs.
Krillin hurriedly clamped a hand over his mouth, casting paranoid glances at the empty sky above. After confirming that the terrifying man in the pink coat was truly gone, he let out a long, heavy sigh of relief.
"It's okay, Gohan, I don't blame you. That guy used some kind of weird black magic to control your body."
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