Although his talent in physical combat was indeed remarkable, it was limited to that single aspect.
A person's overall strength is not determined by one skill alone but by the combination of multiple attributes.
Take Lina, for example.
Her talent in swordsmanship was quite impressive, yet her physical condition was weaker than that of an ordinary person.
No matter how gifted she was in swordsmanship, how far could she truly advance under such limitations?
The same applied to Lao G.
His physical combat skills were exceptionally powerful, but regrettably, his physical constitution could not keep pace with his extraordinary talent.
Precisely because of this, even though his physical skills were indeed outstanding, when considering his overall strength, it was nothing more than mediocre.
Lancelot was clearly well aware of this situation, which was why he couldn't even be bothered to spare him a single glance.
Lancelot's hand gripping Gladius's head suddenly exerted force, the terrifying power erupting in that instant making his fingers clamp down like a pair of iron tongs.
The poor Gladius felt an excruciating pain, as if his head were about to split open at that very moment.
Accompanied by a series of spine-chilling cracking sounds, Gladius's skull cracked open like fragile porcelain.
In an instant, crimson blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering everywhere.
Due to such a heavy blow to his head, Gladius's brain suffered severe trauma.
His eyes rolled uncontrollably upward before his entire body went limp, completely losing consciousness.
However, the matter did not end there. Lancelot once again demonstrated his astonishing strength.
Without the slightest mercy, he violently hurled the already unconscious Gladius backward.
The completely senseless Gladius traced an arc through the air before flying straight toward Caesar Clown, who was not far away.
At the same moment, Lao G in mid-air descended like a falling meteor, his fist—as large as a sand pot—crashing down with thunderous force.
Especially when he witnessed Gladius's head bursting open in Lancelot's hand like an overripe watermelon, a surge of inexplicable rage instantly rushed to his head, threatening to burn away his reason.
At this moment, Lao G's eyes widened in fury, veins bulging on his forehead as he let out a furious roar.
The force behind his punch intensified, its power so immense it seemed capable of crushing Lancelot into a pulp.
Yet, in the face of such a fierce and ruthless assault, Lancelot's gaze did not linger on Lao G for even a moment.
Because, right then, a more important figure—Doflamingo—appeared at the edge of the massive crater.
To Lancelot, Doflamingo was the true protagonist of this battle, while others like Lao G were nothing more than insignificant minor characters.
A faint, contemptuous, and confident smile curled at the corner of Lancelot's lips as he softly remarked.
"Since you're here, I suppose it's time to get serious."
Before the words had fully faded, Lancelot's right hand shot toward the hilt of his sword at his waist with lightning speed, drawing the blade in the blink of an eye.
Instantly, a cold, dazzling gleam radiated from the blade, shimmering with an intimidating chill.
Then, with a swift swing of his arm, a brilliant sword aura shot forth, slicing through the void as it raced directly toward Lao G in the air.
The unfortunate Lao G, still consumed by rage, was completely unprepared for this sudden attack. With a dull thud, the razor-sharp sword aura cleanly struck Lao G's chest.
A horrifying wound stretched horizontally across Lao G's chest, so deep that the bone was visible.
Through the gruesome gash, one could clearly see the pale white ribs and faintly pulsating internal organs.
The scene was utterly bloody and spine-chilling.
In that instant, the severity of the damage inflicted by this strike became starkly apparent.
Strangely, the grievously wounded area showed no immediate bleeding, as if the blood had been frozen by some unseen force!
Only after a full second did it gush forth like a raging tide!
Such a phenomenon proved the unimaginable speed of this attack.
How fast was it?
So fast that even the human body's natural response system couldn't react in time.
"Fufufufu..."
Witnessing this scene from the edge of the massive crater, Doflamingo's eyes suddenly emitted a terrifying crimson glow.
Simultaneously, his signature piercing laughter echoed through the air.
Within this laughter, one could distinctly perceive boundless fury burning fiercely, along with an extreme craving for bloodshed and a near-maddened state.
Yet, upon closer listening, a faint trace of fear could be detected—a deeply buried terror that rarely surfaced from the depths of his heart.
Meanwhile, Lancelot in the crater decisively pushed off with both legs.
In an instant, he shot skyward like an arrow released from its bow, landing steadily and firmly before Doflamingo.
His expression was impassive, his gaze as cold as millennium-old ice, piercing through Doflamingo as if seeing into his very soul.
"Kekekekeke..."
Lancelot then let out an eerie chuckle, as if having seen right through Doflamingo.
To Doflamingo's ears, it sounded like laughter from the deepest depths of hell, sending chills down his spine.
Following this, Lancelot spoke in a mocking tone.
"Doflamingo... I clearly hear fear in your laughter!"
Hearing this, Doflamingo's face instantly stiffened.
His sharp, falcon-like eyes fixed intently on his opponent, inwardly shocked.
After all, he had always been skilled at concealing his true emotions, never showing the slightest fear even against the most powerful foes.
Yet now, this man before him had pinpointed the deepest fear in his heart with a single sentence.
Though Doflamingo struggled to maintain composure, the slight tremble at the corner of his mouth betrayed his inner turmoil.
Some things could deceive everyone but oneself.
Nevertheless, he wouldn't admit defeat verbally. "Fufufu... Do you even know who you're speaking to?"
Finally, enraged beyond control, Doflamingo gnashed his teeth and roared.
"I am Doflamingo—"
Before he could finish, an overwhelmingly terrifying power erupted from his entire body.
Like a raging tsunami, this force surged outward in all directions with world-obliterating momentum.
Standing closest to Doflamingo, Lancelot became the primary target of this terrifying force!
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