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... other writhing beneath her heel, a cruel smile played across her lips.
Each strike from her Arnament Haki-coated heels sank into Shanks’ flesh, leaving deep imprints that bled faintly beneath the crushing force of Saint Lakeman’s Conqueror’s Haki.
"Come on, brother," she taunted softly, her voice dripping with mock affection. "You used to call yourself a man of honor. Look at you now—groveling like a worm at my master’s feet."
Shanks’ fingers clawed at the ground, nails b ...
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