Then, the rubble stirred.
Luffy was no longer a man. He was a titan of obsidian rubber, his skin a sheen of armament Haki. His torso was a barrel of coiled muscle, his arms laced with intricate, tribal patterns of pure, hardened will. His hair flamed up, wreathed in the same steam as his body. He was half again as tall as Doflamingo, but his legs were lean, his feet tapping the ground with a rhythmic, terrifying thump-thump-thump . luffy gear 4 episode
Doflamingo threw up a sixteen-layer Holy Bullet shield. "God Thread!" Then, the rubble stirred
Luffy’s fist, the size of a boulder and blacker than midnight, came down. His torso was a barrel of coiled muscle,
The impact didn't make a sound. Not at first. For a single, eternal second, the world was a silent photograph of a black fist meeting a desperate web. Then, physics gave up. A dome of white light exploded, followed by a shockwave that flattened the top of the palace and sent citizens miles away to their knees.
Luffy didn't answer. He just tilted his head, a low, animalistic growl rumbling from his chest. He raised one fist. It wasn't a punch. It was a catapult . His entire arm, from the shoulder down, sank into his own bicep, coiling, condensing, storing impossible kinetic energy.