Seeing that he could not break free no matter how he struggled, a trace of madness flashed in Imu's eyes. With a thought, the edge of his free hand instantly turned into a sharp blade. This was clearly Mr. 1's Dice-Dice Fruit.
He looked at the blade, then at his firmly locked wrist. Then he gritted his teeth and chopped down hard.
Swish-with a flash of the blade, Imu successfully freed himself from Su Yu's restraint.
Once free, Imu hurriedly retreated to put some distance between himself and Su Yu. Although he knew that, for people at their level, that distance amounted to a single step, it still offered some psychological comfort.
After steadying himself, Imu cradled his right hand-no, more precisely, his right arm, because the place where his right hand should have been was now empty. The cut was smooth, and eerie mist was still pouring out of it. Yes, Imu had cut off his own hand. In fact, Imu had originally wanted to slash Su Yu while he was distracted, but after thinking it over, he felt the chances of success were too low. No, the failure rate would have been one hundred percent. He had to admit that he had already lost the courage to keep fighting Su Yu, so, to be safe, he had ultimately chosen to cut off his own hand.
Already in soul form, Imu was no longer as sensitive to pain as before, but he felt a profound sense of something missing. After cutting off that hand, his soul was no longer whole. If Imu chose to possess someone now, his right hand would not function normally either. As for whether there was a way to restore a soul, he did not know. Perhaps, if he later had a chance to snatch