One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger

Just when Loki's attack was about to land, Im's figure quietly disappeared from the spot, as if he had never existed at all.

In the air, there was only the image of a black dragon flying at a high speed and the black flames that swept across everything.

Loki's attack missed, the surrounding air vibrated, and the air waves of the Black Dragon's Fang swept in all directions, causing a shock wave that instantly disrupted the surrounding battle.

Loki's pupils suddenly contracted, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Yim disappeared out of thin air?

His attack couldn't even touch a hair?

"Do you really think this attack can hurt me?"

Im's voice sounded from all directions, like the wind falling from the sky, or like the cold air rising from the ground, echoing coldly in Loki's ears.

There was no fluctuation in her voice, as if she did not take Loki's attack seriously at all.

Loki paused for a moment, feeling uneasy.

He had clearly attacked with all his strength, but the opponent was able to easily dodge without any warning.

His expression changed, the sneer on his lips disappeared instantly, replaced by deep alertness.

At this moment, Im's figure suddenly appeared behind Loki. She stood in mid-air, slowly lowered her head, and stared at him.

There was no emotion in her eyes, only cold indifference and disdain.

"You guys... are too weak."

Yim's voice remained calm, but it contained an undisguised contempt.

Loki's body trembled violently. Although a strong sense of unwillingness and anger rose in his heart, he knew that he could not be compared with the woman in front of him.

Her power was too strong, so strong that he couldn't even touch her.

At this moment, Jin'an and Whitebeard also attacked at the same time.

They approached Im at the same time and launched their attacks.

Jin'an's long sword slashed towards Im's figure like lightning, while Whitebeard, holding the iconic long sword, swept out, trying to surround Im from two directions.

But Yim just smiled coldly, his eyes still indifferent.

She didn't make any movement, but just waved her hand, and the atmosphere of the entire battlefield changed drastically.

Jin An and White Beard instantly felt an invisible force enveloping them, as if they were in an ice cellar. All their movements became heavy and even breathing became difficult.

The moment their attack approached Im, it seemed to be blocked by some powerful barrier.

Just as Jin'an's blade and Whitebeard's long sword approached her body, they suddenly stopped, as if they were suppressed by an invisible force.

"Your attack is nothing more than this."

Yim's voice was still cold, as if sentencing them to failure.

Jin'an and Whitebeard's faces changed slightly. Their full-strength attack was easily resolved, and they didn't even have a chance to counterattack.

Im was suspended in the air, looking down coldly at the two powerful men who once swept the battlefield, his eyes filled with endless contempt.

Yim's words pierced Jin'an and Whitebeard's ears like a cold wind, and in an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze.

She stood there, seemingly no longer a human being, but an existence above everything.

That kind of contempt and provocation was like a sharp knife that pierced directly into their self-esteem.

Jin'an and Whitebeard both felt an unprecedented pressure at this moment.

It was as if the air had grown heavy and every breath was a struggle.

There was a flash of anger in Jin'an's eyes. He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force.

But his knife still couldn't break through the invisible barrier released by Im.

"What is the strongest man in the world? What is the prince of the giant clan? What is the leader of the new navy..."

Yim repeated these names contemptuously, with obvious disdain in his tone.

"That's all."

Her words carried a sense of oppression that was almost like destiny, as if squeezing the air of the entire battlefield to the point of suffocation, bringing a deep sense of oppression to everyone.

There was no change on Whitebeard's face. He had experienced countless life and death tests over a long period of time, but at this moment, Im's aura still made him feel deeply depressed.

He held the long sword tightly in his hand, but was secretly on guard in his heart, realizing that the enemy before him was not the opponent he could have broken through by force in the past.

His brows were furrowed and a hint of barely perceptible worry flashed in his eyes.

"If this is all you can do, I will be very disappointed!"

Yim's voice reached their ears again, cold and ruthless.

As soon as she finished speaking, it seemed as if even the air between heaven and earth froze, and her figure almost merged into the space. That aura seemed to press down on the entire battlefield, making every inch of the air stagnant, as if even time had stopped at this moment.

In an instant, the temperature of the entire battlefield seemed to drop sharply, and the air became increasingly cold.

Jin An's heart skipped a beat, and the invisible pressure made him hold his breath involuntarily.

The rebels and enemies around also felt this oppressive atmosphere. Many people subconsciously took a few steps back, and some even knelt on the ground, unable to bear the suffocating feeling brought by the momentum.

Yim gently raised her right hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and her momentum soared.

Waves appeared around her body, and air currents began to swirl violently around her, like a storm gathering around her.

She seemed to be surrounded by an invisible barrier, and even the remaining aura on the battlefield began to be swallowed up by her power.

Jin An and White Beard looked at each other. They didn't say anything, but there was a flash of determination in each other's eyes.

Obviously, they realized that the battle at this moment could not be won by strength and courage alone.

"I don't think I have much time."

Yimu spoke calmly, his voice was cold, but it carried a majesty that completely dominated everything.

"If you don't have any stronger abilities, I'll be disappointed."

Her smile was cold and cruel, like a falcon soaring above all things, looking down at its prey whose life was about to fade away.

Suddenly, Im's momentum exploded to the extreme, and the oppressive feeling almost made the surrounding air unbearable. Jin'an and Whitebeard's figures were pushed back slightly. Although they tried their best to stand firm, the invisible pressure was like a mountain pressing on their hearts.

"How long can you last?"

There was a frivolous smile in Yim's voice, as if she didn't take this battle seriously at all.

Her eyes stared coldly at the two strong men in front of her, as if waiting for them to make their final struggle.

Jinan's hand tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, and the anger in his eyes had been aroused by her provocation, but he also knew that Yimu in front of him was far beyond their expectations.

In this atmosphere, he could only make judgments based on experience and intuition.

Every inch of his muscle told him that Im's strength was extraordinary.

Whitebeard did not respond, but slowly retracted his sword, and the expression on his face became calmer.

Although he was full of vigilance, he did not show any panic, because he knew that the only way to deal with such a strong enemy was to remain calm.

"Jin'an, Whitebeard..."

Yim turned his eyes to the two of them, as if waiting for their reactions.

"I will let you experience the taste of despair."

Her words were low and cold, like a voice coming from the abyss, carrying unspeakable horror.

At this moment, the atmosphere of the entire battlefield seemed to condense into a heavy boulder.

Everyone felt a deep sense of threat and oppression, and Yim, the seemingly fearless existence, finally showed her true terrifying aura.

Jin An and Whitebeard secretly knew that this battle was probably not as simple as they expected...

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