The whole person flew out like a ragdoll, crashing through several layers of the ship's cabin walls before finally coming to a stop.
Before she could recover her senses, she suddenly felt a weight on her chest. Shano's boot was already pressing down on her chest, looking down at her from above:
"How does it feel to be underfoot? I suppose, not very pleasant, right?"
Before she could answer.
Shano reached out his right hand, grabbed her neck, and lifted her up.
"Speak, how does it feel?"
"You audacious... Let... Let go..."
Hancock struggled desperately, her long legs kicking weakly in the air.
Her hands frantically pried at Shano's fingers, only to find those five fingers were like iron clamps, no matter how much she struggled, they wouldn't budge in the slightest.
"Hey, Shano!"
Belle-Mere looked on with a heartache, reluctantly saying, "Don't really kill her! We don't have a deep enmity or anything, such a beautiful girl gone would be such a waste!"
"Don't worry, mom, I know my limits."
Shano replied without turning his head, but he didn't lessen his grip at all.
After over ten seconds, he watched Hancock's gradually fading pupils, suddenly releasing his hand, letting her limp body slump onto the deck.
"Cough, cough cough..."
Hancock clutched her throat, coughing violently, her white neck already showing blue and purple fingerprints.
As soon as she regained some consciousness, she felt a sharp pain on her scalp, involuntarily crying out in pain.
It was Shano, grabbing her long hair, dragging her to the side of the ship.
"Hey, take a good look."
Shano forced her to look towards the sea not far away, where a few gigantic Sea King Species were swimming:
"Although my mom said there's no blood feud, don't take it to heart, I do feel like finishing you off quite a bit when my anger rises."
"Nothing happened now, only because I'm too strong, if it were a normal person getting hit by you and then stabbed with your Fruit Ability, falling into the sea, they wouldn't have survived. Don't you feel a bit guilty?"
A normal person!
Would a normal person dare enter the Windless Zone, dare collide with her vehicle?
Hancock gritted her teeth, glaring at him fiercely.
She still seemed so stubborn and proud, but her trembling lashes, long ago unwillingly revealed her inner fear...
This man is simply too powerful!
Her proud abilities, Body Techniques, even her Haki, none could stand against him, at this age... How could one be this strong!
"Seems like you're still not convinced, need a beating."
Shano frowned, casually slapping Hancock twice across the face.
Hancock's cheeks immediately swelled up like a pig's head.
"Mm, mm... mmhmm!!" She covered her face in grievance, tears almost ready to fall.
"Crying? If you don't truly repent, crying is useless!"
Shano smirked sinisterly, suddenly throwing her body into the air. Amid Hancock's terrified screams, he bent his legs slightly, then shot up like a cannonball, grabbing her.
"Spectacular!"
Shano's knee slammed into Hancock's soft abdomen, bringing her to thousands of meters high, and then with a Moonwalk, he reached even higher, simultaneously powering his fists, slamming her downward!
Boom!!!
A massive splash soared to the sky, and the moment Hancock's body touched the water, the enormous impact made her vomit blood.
Moreover, due to the characteristics of Devil Fruit Ability Users, she felt weak all over and had no strength to swim upwards, starting to uncontrollably sink.
Help!
Who can save me!
The icy seawater flooded her nasal cavity, Hancock struggled desperately, but the heavy water felt like countless invisible hands pulling her body downwards.
"Ugh... cough cough..."
She wanted to call for help, but as soon as she opened her mouth, more seawater rushed into her lungs, the suffocating feeling overwhelming like a tide.
Her vision gradually blurred.
Her consciousness also became somewhat dazed.
Vaguely, it was as if she saw a roaring fire consuming everything, accompanied by the heart-wrenching cries of her sisters near her ears.
A towering man with red skin, standing above, gasping violently, shouting for them to escape quickly.
It's you, benefactor?!
She widened her eyes, feeling a surge of gratitude, the next moment, the blazing fire vanished without a trace, and the benefactor's figure also disappeared.
In its place was that demonic black-haired boy, standing on the water, coldly watching her struggle in desperation.
So it was an illusion.
Is this the end?
Hancock showed a bitter expression, utterly giving up, closing her eyes helplessly, who let her habitual arrogance and disrespect hit the hardest iron plate?
Gurgle gurgle.
Just as her consciousness was about to fade away completely...
Splash!
A powerful hand suddenly grabbed her collar, pulling her back to the sea's surface and throwing her toward the Perfume Snake.
"Ugh—!"
Hancock threw up violently over the rail, her black hair sticking wetly to her pale, swollen cheeks.
She looked utterly disheveled, where was there even a trace of the elegance of the world's most beautiful woman?