Faced with Baccarat's incoming long leg, Chaos's gaze traveled up along her healthy-toned skin, taking in the clearly visible expanse of bare thigh.
Chaos didn't panic. Such temptation stirred not the slightest ripple in his heart.
He'd seen plenty—even the completely naked kind!
He'd grown used to it.
He turned aside and easily dodged her, but perhaps his luck had run out: his right foot suddenly lost all traction against the deck, and he nearly slipped and fell.
This was as unbelievable as a sow climbing a tree.
He'd never encountered anything like this since making his debut.
But Chaos was who he was. How could he let a slip trip him up?
He straightened his waist and forcibly turned himself around, standing three feet above the stern with nothing beneath his feet. He looked at Baccarat, surprise on his face.
He hadn't expected his luck to still be drained after so long.
Baccarat took full advantage of the opening and quickly charged forward, sweeping out her long leg. Chaos ignored the attack and snapped his fingers.
The tulips flowing behind the fairy began to burst apart, scattering a vast cloud of gold dust that rapidly blanketed Baccarat. There was nowhere to escape, no way to get away.
Chaos took Baccarat's kick head-on, his body merely swaying a little.
With his current constitution, even without Iron Body or Armament Haki, his flesh alone could withstand her. Baccarat had no hope of hurting him; the gap between them was simply too great.
Baccarat at this point in time was still far too young, probably not even eighteen.
She just looked like a mature, sophisticated older woman.
"What did you do to me?!"
Baccarat's face was grim, her skin covered in gold dust.
With such a wide area, how could she possibly