"Go to hell!"
Loria, in hot pursuit behind him, was so furious she was ready to blow her top.
The man was utterly shameless, lewd, and flamboyant!
He leaped into the air and did the splits, sometimes spinning around, sometimes twisting left and right to dodge her attacks. From head to toe, he reeked of contempt.
He was downright insulting her.
He hadn't even spared her soul from his defilement.
The urge to tear him limb from limb, coupled with her inability to finish him off, only grew stronger with every passing moment.
"I dodge!"
"I jump!"
"I spin!"
Ivankov was already lost in his own dance. With his hands delicately posed like a crab's claws, he tiptoed and swayed his outrageously garish backside from side to side. If those graceful moves had been performed by a beautiful woman with a stunning figure and face, they would have been a feast for the eyes.
But in Ivankov's cross-dressing getup, they were nothing but disgusting and painful to watch.
"Black Hair Tide."
The longer Loria chased him, the angrier she became. Blood vessels stood out in her eyes as the long hair beneath her feet surged forward like a tidal wave, unstoppable. It blotted out the sky and cast the land into shadow.
Rumble!!!
Rubble and dirt flew everywhere as the whole earth shook. Towering trees all around were crushed and driven into the soil. In the blink of an eye, the place looked as if a bulldozer had rolled through, leaving behind nothing but ruins and barren wasteland.
Whoosh!
Ivankov vanished like a bolt of lightning, reappearing in midair.
After years of being hunted, his mastery of Soru and Geppo might even have rivaled Stussy's.
He had experienced the true meaning of life more than anyone else over the years.