Imu stood there silently, tall and upright, without a trace of superfluous aura leaking from her body, as though she were nothing more than an ordinary person.
Yet the more she was like this, the more Jin An sensed the extreme danger she posed.
Her presence did not use Haki to intimidate heaven and earth like certain powerful figures, nor did she carry the unique oppressive aura of those monsters. Yet she seemed to be the center of the entire world, as if everything revolved around her, as if her very existence itself were an absolute power.
Jin An's gaze narrowed slightly, and his hand slowly clenched, his knuckles turning faintly white.
This state of returning to simplicity was no longer a realm that the peak of ordinary Armament Haki, Conqueror's Haki, or even Observation Haki could reach. It was a level above that.
It was an ultimate state in which every stray thought, flaw, and outwardly manifested aura had been stripped away, while all strength, will, and spirit had been completely drawn inward.
That meant that before she made a move, he could not even predict her actions from any flaw or omen.
Imu's eyes calmly watched him, as deep as endless voids, seemingly capable of swallowing every probing gaze.
The corners of her lips lifted slightly in a faint smile, but there was no warmth in it. Instead, it resembled a cold judgment.
"Jin An..."
She softly called his name. Her voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it carried an irresistible authority.
Jin An did not respond. His body lowered slightly, his muscles taut, every inch of his strength poised to erupt.
His instincts told him there was no room for probing in this battle. Once they clashed, he would have to go all out.
The air