"Des...picable!"
Imu struggled to turn over, the flames of anger burning in her eyes as she looked at Zhu Mang.
Yet, in order to dodge that terrifying energy blast just moments ago—one that would have completely obliterated her had she been even a second slower—she had already exhausted every last ounce of her strength.
Now, with her stamina and energy almost exhausted, she no longer had any ability to activate her Fruit power and turn her anger into an attack. All she could do was glare.
Zhu Mang, meanwhile, was somewhat surprised.
Because when Imu turned halfway over, he realized she was actually an unmatched beauty whose looks even completely surpassed Boa Hancock's.
Wine-red hair spilled loosely over her shoulders and across the ground, forming a sharp contrast with her snow-white body and the torn black robe. Her brow carried authority and heroic bearing, clearly cultivated from long years in a high position. Her eyes were as sharp as cold stars, those phoenix eyes hiding a chill that kept others a thousand miles away. Perhaps there had once been arrogance in them as well, but now there was much more anger and confusion.
She had a long, delicate oval face, skin as white as snow yet flushed with pink. Beneath her tall, refined nose were sexy cherry lips like rose petals.
His gaze moved downward...
It was an upgraded version of "approaching people with an E"—a Mercedes big G.
And there was also a peach that, even from the side, made one instantly imagine a heart shape: fresh, tender, and juicy, the kind that made people want to take a bite with just one look.
Farther down was a pair of long, straight "ivory chopsticks" that combined fullness and beauty.
White as snow, icy skin and jade flesh, so delicate