"Pfft~"
A sickening scream rang out. Jora shot through the billowing dust and slammed into the ground. After rolling several times, she lay bloodied among the ruins, coughing up blood as she weakly watched the woman approaching in a catlike stride.
A complete rout.
A complete rout, without the slightest surprise.
Jora was no match for her. Just two or three moves had left her gravely injured. Once the Art Fruit was useless in battle, she was little better than an ordinary person.
Betty, by contrast, was on a whole other level.
"Looks like the forces backing you aren't much to speak of if they have someone as weak as you working for them."
Betty stood in front of Jora and leaned down, her ample assets swaying. Her long, wavy purple hair fell over her shoulders, adding to her seductive allure. Steam rose from her body, making her temperature run high, while her purple Ryuō Haki flowed like mercury, keeping her in a state of absolute defense at all times.
"How boring!"
Seeing that Jora was barely conscious and not speaking, Betty straightened up and pulled the Den Den Mushi from between her breasts. She dialed the number that had just called her.
Buru buru~
The call connected after about ten seconds.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Anyone there?"
Betty gazed at the Den Den Mushi from close by, looking languid.
"Fuffuffu~"
"Dancing Queen Belo Betty."
Even through the Den Den Mushi, the voice carried an unmistakable arrogance, along with tightly restrained anger.
"This queen has a beauty appointment to get to. I don't have time to waste on nobodies like you, so who are you?"
"Ah~"
As she spoke, Betty planted a foot on Jora's calf. A horrifying crack rang out as the bone snapped, and Jora let out a bloodcurdling scream.