One Piece's Strongest Villain

Five days later, at Bright Island.

At the agreed time, Leon and Uchiha Madara arrived at the transaction location.

"Leon, do you think they will come?" Uchiha Madara stood at the edge of the port, his hands dominantly clasped in front of his chest. The red three-magatama Sharingan exuded a potent and intimidating energy.

"With Diamante's status in the family, I think Doflamingo won't break the appointment. But whether he's willing to hand over the devil fruit is another matter entirely," Leon replied. Knowing Doflamingo's ruthless nature, he wasn't naïve enough to believe this transaction would proceed smoothly.

Given Doflamingo's cruel methods, this matter was bound to escalate.

"Although I have little interest in this transaction, you once mentioned that the devil fruit can summon strong warriors from other worlds." Uchiha Madara's eyes flashed with a glimmer of interest, hinting at his willingness to assist Leon.

"Aizen Sōsuke, Yhwach, Gilgamesh, Esdeath…"

Leon's eyes burned with passion as he listed the names of legendary villains. "When these powerful individuals arrive, I'm certain you'll find it worth your while."

"Then let's wait and see," Madara replied arrogantly, before closing his eyes again in silent meditation.

"Leon," a weak voice called out.

"When the young master arrives, he'll punish you himself!"

Diamante, standing nearby, was bound tightly with coarse hemp ropes. Although he had recovered from his serious injuries, his body was still covered in fresh scars, rendering him utterly powerless.

"Shut up!" Leon said coldly, forming a hand seal.

Countless thorns erupted from the ground, piercing Diamante's body once more.

"Aaaaagh!!!"

Diamante's agonized screams echoed through the air, only to be cut short as he fainted, unable to endure the torment any longer. His broken and humiliated state starkly contrasted with the grandeur he once held.

Shortly thereafter.

The port of Bright Island.

A massive ship appeared on the previously calm horizon.

It was a grand three-masted sailing vessel painted in dazzling red. A skull flag fluttered atop its mast, emblazoned with the Don Quixote family emblem.

Doflamingo had arrived.

"Finally," Leon muttered. His gaze fixed on the ship's deck, a cold glint flickering in his eyes. "In addition to Doflamingo, several other family members are here. It seems the Don Quixote family has mobilized in full force."

"Except for one strong presence, the rest are nothing more than weaklings," Madara remarked disdainfully, his sharp gaze narrowing.

Using his innate perception, Madara had already evaluated their auras. Aside from Doflamingo, none of the others were worth his attention.

"Such a rabble rules over this sea? It's no wonder the North Blue is considered the weakest of the seas," he declared, his tone dripping with condescension.

"A mob… Mr. Madara, your words truly embody dominance," Leon said with a hearty chuckle, genuinely impressed by Madara's strength.

Aboard the Don Quixote ship.

"Fuffuffuffuffu…"

"Only two people? How arrogant!" Doflamingo laughed his signature laugh. He wore his iconic pink feather coat, paired with cropped pants and black pointed shoes.

"Young master, could this be a trap?" Trebol asked cautiously, his snot dripping disgustingly as always. Despite his frail appearance, Trebol was the most scheming member of the family and Doflamingo's trusted confidant.

"Trebol, when did you become so timid?" Pica's massive arms flexed as he glared ahead. "Even if it's a trap, we'll just crush them."

"Pica, don't act rashly," Doflamingo said calmly, suppressing the burning rage within him. "They must have some confidence to come here with only two people. Let's observe first."

Though cruel and merciless, Doflamingo always kept the bigger picture in mind. He had no intention of acting impulsively before understanding the situation.

"Full speed ahead!"

At his command, the three-masted ship surged forward, docking at the port within moments.

"You've brought what I want, haven't you?" Leon asked coldly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"Fuffuffuffuffu…"

"Diamante seems to be in bad shape," Doflamingo said, his smile thin and menacing. His gaze fell on Diamante's battered, bloodied body, the numerous wounds like a slap to his face.

"It's already generous of me to let him live," Leon replied indifferently.

"Such arrogance!"

Doflamingo, consumed by anger, almost made a move. But as his eyes met Uchiha Madara's, an overwhelming wave of dread surged through him. His entire body tensed, and his instincts screamed of impending doom.

"You must be the so-called young master," Madara's voice rang out, powerful and commanding, each word imbued with sheer confidence.

Boom!

Without even intending to, Madara's aura erupted. The sheer pressure rippled across the port, causing the ground to tremble violently as if it couldn't withstand the might of the ninja world's greatest.

Under the suffocating force of this unparalleled aura, the expressions of the Don Quixote family members twisted in terror. The crushing weight of death loomed over them.

"What… what incredible power!" Doflamingo thought, his mind racing. His Haki could barely compare to this monstrous presence, a realization that made his blood run cold.

"Are you ready to hand over the devil fruit now?" Leon's voice was icy, the words more of an ultimatum than a question.

"No wonder you had the audacity to challenge me… What a terrifying monster you've brought with you!" Doflamingo admitted, the fear in his eyes betraying his outward composure. Reluctantly, he handed over the devil fruit, unable to risk defying them further.

Faced with Uchiha Madara's overwhelming power, even the arrogant Doflamingo was forced to bow his head in submission.

The Don Quixote family's iron will… shattered in an instant.