Her nose bridge was high and straight, her nose small and exquisite, while her lips were as soft as flower petals, unwrinkled, as if time had left no marks on her face.
Beneath her ears hung a pair of snake-shaped golden earrings that glittered brilliantly in the sunlight, like two lively little snakes dancing by her ears.
She wore a cheongsam-style outfit, perfectly tailored to accentuate her devilish figure.
Particularly the dress's high slit design revealed her stunningly white, long, straight, and delicate legs in their entirety.
Every step she took was like that of a dancing fairy, intoxicating and captivating.
His eyes widened, staring fixedly at those legs as he inwardly marveled: 'Those legs are truly God's masterpiece!'
He could even swear to heaven that he'd never grow tired of admiring these legs for a lifetime.
However, just as he was entranced by the charm of those legs, a soft exclamation suddenly rang out.
This sound caught the attention of the Warlords, who all turned to look in its direction.
The moment their gazes fell upon Lancelot, everyone seemed to be struck by a paralysis spell, instantly freezing in place.
Whether it was the sharp, hawk-like eyes of Dracule Mihawk, the honest and simple face of Bartholomew Kuma, or the breathtaking beauty of Boa Hancock—all were stunned by Lancelot's appearance.
At that moment, the previously unfamiliar man also suddenly tensed up.
His pupils, as if stimulated by something, sharply contracted, becoming as tiny as needle points.
It was evident that, to them, Lancelot wasn't a figure to be overlooked but one they regarded with caution.
And that soft "Huh?" came from Tashigi.
Her gaze happened to fall upon Lancelot, who was staring intently at Boa Hancock's beautiful legs, completely mesmerized as if under a paralysis spell, unable to look away.
For some inexplicable reason, Tashigi subconsciously let out a disdainful sound.
However, she never expected that this small, contemptuous noise would draw the attention of the Warlords.
In an instant, all eyes were fixed on her, catching Tashigi off guard and leaving her flustered.
After all, to Tashigi, these Warlords were incredibly powerful. It was no exaggeration to say that, aside from Basil Hawkins and Urouge, who had been forcibly elevated by Lancelot, even Smoker himself might not be able to defeat them.
This alone demonstrated how terrifyingly formidable these individuals were!
"Hmm?"
At that moment, Boa Hancock furrowed her brows, as if sensing something unusual.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her gaze followed the sensation, quickly locking onto Lancelot.
Lancelot's intense gaze, burning like flames, was fixed directly on Boa Hancock, as if trying to see through her clothes and penetrate her very being.
This undisguised aggression made Boa Hancock feel uncomfortable, even somewhat irritated. After all, she was the proud Pirate Empress.
In the past, people looked at her with admiration, not with the voracious hunger in Lancelot's eyes.
With her strong and dominant personality, how could she tolerate someone staring at her so rudely?
However, this time, Boa Hancock didn't react with her usual direct retaliation.
Instead, she revealed a rare, playful side.
A faint, enigmatic smile curled at the corners of her lips, and she winked at Lancelot.
This wink carried not only a touch of playfulness but also an indescribable cuteness.
For a moment, it felt as if time had stopped, and everyone around was captivated by her charm—even the usually stern Tashigi was no exception.
Immediately after, Boa Hancock gently raised her finger and lightly touched her cherry-red lips, causing a small pink heart-shaped substance to materialize at her fingertips.
Though this heart-shaped object appeared insignificant, it was in fact her ultimate technique—"Pistol Kiss"!
Boa Hancock treated the pink heart-shaped substance as a bullet, using her finger as the barrel, and steadily aimed at Lancelot.
Her movements were elegant and practiced, as if this were not a battle but a magnificent performance.
Finally, with a soft "bang," the pink heart-shaped substance shot forth like lightning, flying straight toward Lancelot.
Though this move seemed simple, its power was astonishing.
There's a reason she chose this particular move.
She was well aware of Lancelot's formidable strength.
If she were to launch a direct, forceful attack, it'd likely be difficult to hit her target.
However, this move is extraordinary—it perfectly combines her charm and Devil Fruit abilities.
For someone like Lancelot, who has a weakness for women, it's nothing short of a fatal temptation!
But Lancelot suddenly vanished from his original position like a ghost.
In the blink of an eye, Boa Hancock's Pistol Kiss shot out like lightning, heading straight for where Lancelot had been standing.
However, due to his sudden disappearance, the attack ended up hitting Smoker's left arm, who was standing nearby!
From Boa Hancock's perspective, he just happened to be right behind Lancelot!
Under the terrifying effect of Boa Hancock's ability, Smoker's left arm instantly turned to stone, becoming incredibly hard.
He stared at his petrified arm in shock, momentarily at a loss for words.
"This…"
Smoker's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.
He never imagined he'd inexplicably get caught in the crossfire like this—it truly was a case of "getting hit while lying down"!
Looking down at his petrified left arm, Smoker couldn't help but feel a deep sense of wariness toward Boa Hancock. At the same time, this sudden strike also cleared his mind considerably.
"Not good!"
Boa Hancock's expression instantly changed, a strong sense of unease welling up inside her.
Meanwhile, Hawkeye Mihawk, who was standing nearby, fixed his gaze intently on Lancelot as he moved rapidly.
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile.
...
Just moments ago, Lancelot's lecherous demeanor had disappointed Mihawk.
After all, from what he knew, Lancelot was a Great Swordsman—one who could even repel the legendary Dark King Rayleigh head-on!
Such a figure should possess extraordinary strength and dignity, yet he never expected him to be so frivolous.
However, Lancelot's next move made Mihawk chuckle involuntarily.
In an instant, Lancelot moved like lightning, traversing space and appearing right beside Boa Hancock.
His speed was so astonishing, leaving everyone in awe.
Mihawk thought to himself, 'As expected of a Great Swordsman—how could he possibly be swayed by mere beauty?'
His eyes remained locked on Lancelot, eager to see what this Great Swordsman would do next.
"Ss…"
Boa Hancock couldn't help but gasp, inwardly astonished.
She had actually managed to track Lancelot's high-speed movement!
Her peripheral vision closely followed Lancelot, not daring to relax for even a moment, as if afraid he'd vanish from her sight if she blinked.
However, Lancelot's speed was beyond imagination, so fast that she could barely keep up.
To be precise, her eyes could follow Lancelot's movements, but her body's reaction was noticeably delayed.
In the heat of battle, such a delay was undoubtedly fatal.
Surprisingly, however, Lancelot didn't seem to have any intention of launching an immediate attack.
He simply stood there quietly, using his height advantage to look down upon Boa Hancock from above.
His gaze was undisguised, fixed directly on Boa Hancock's body, particularly on those striking spheres.
Lancelot's gaze was brazen, as if admiring a precious work of art.
He clicked his tongue in admiration, not hiding his appreciation in the slightest. It had to be said, this was indeed the most perfect figure he'd ever seen.
Those spheres weren't only perky and elastic but also fair and delicate, perfectly rounded and upturned—truly unparalleled.
However, Boa Hancock soon became aware of Lancelot's gaze, and her face instantly flushed bright red.
Without hesitation, she pushed off with her legs, springing backward to create distance.
Her movements were light and swift, tracing a graceful arc through the air like a flying swallow before landing steadily more than ten meters away.
Once Boa Hancock regained her footing, her gaze returned to Lancelot.
But this time, her expression had changed.
The confidence and composure she'd shown earlier vanished without a trace, replaced by deep wariness.
Putting aside everything else, just the speed Lancelot had displayed moments ago made Boa Hancock realize that if they were to truly fight, it'd likely be an extremely difficult battle.
The commotion here naturally drew the attention of many people nearby.
They turned their gazes toward Boa Hancock and Lancelot, their faces showing a mix of expressions—some surprised, some curious, and some smirking mischievously.
Tsk, tsk...
A low chuckle rippled through the crowd.
Clearly, some had already heard of Lancelot's reputation for lechery, and seeing this interaction between him and Boa Hancock, they couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Bastard..."
Standing on the high platform, Sengoku watched the scene unfold before him, his face instantly darkening to the extreme.
He widened his eyes in disbelief at Lancelot's actions, his anger erupting like a volcano.
However, Sengoku didn't let his emotions spiral out of control.
He composed himself and swept a sharp gaze over the people present, especially Mihawk.
Sengoku knew full well that at this critical moment, he couldn't let Lancelot's behavior affect the sentiments and attitudes of the other Warlords.
After all, both Mihawk and Boa Hancock were high-level combatants among the Warlords, and their strength and influence weren't to be underestimated.
Especially Mihawk, who was recognized as the world's greatest Great Swordsman, possessing absolute Emperor-level strength and unparalleled swordsmanship skills.
Akainu stood to the side, observing Sengoku's reaction, and muttered to himself, "Well, well... I knew this guy was a lecher, but I never expected him to be this brazen, not even holding back in such a setting."
He felt great disdain for Lancelot's behavior, while also realizing that such a person lacking broad perspective wouldn't pose much threat to his own competition for the Fleet Admiral position.
Kizaru made clicking sounds nearby, shaking his head as he said: "Tsk tsk... I was quite startled by this kid's strategies yesterday, never expected he'd reveal his true nature so quickly today."
He felt somewhat disappointed with Lancelot's performance.
He'd originally held some expectations for him, but now it seemed he was just someone with an impressive appearance but no substance.
Kuzan looked at Lancelot with astonishment, thinking to himself: "What is this guy thinking? This is the critical moment when we should all unite against the Whitebeard Pirates, yet he dares to pull such a stunt? Is he not afraid that Boa Hancock might stab him in the back later? After all, this great battle could erupt at any moment!"
Garp secretly gave Lancelot a thumbs up in his heart.
"This kid really has guts! However, when the Whitebeard Pirates arrive later, I'll see if those Warlords will lend him a hand if he gets into danger. In his view, this was really unwise."
Vice Admiral Tsuru narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze fixed tightly on Lancelot as if trying to see through his appearance to his true thoughts.
Because in her impression, yesterday's Lancelot had demonstrated considerable wisdom, so logically he shouldn't be making such unwise behavior.
Yet, contrary to expectations, Lancelot had actually done it.
"Could he be deliberately hiding himself, with lust being just his disguise?" Vice Admiral Tsuru speculated to herself.
Then she frowned, "Or has his strength grown so powerful that he can act without any restraint?"
For a moment, she couldn't quite understand Lancelot.
Lancelot paid no attention to the gazes of those around him, his attention completely focused on Boa Hancock as if she were the only person in the world.
His eyes were like magnets drawn to her, staring intently without looking away for even a moment.
Moreover, Lancelot's face showed an enigmatic expression—a meaningful smile that seemed to suggest he had some special understanding or expectation regarding Boa Hancock.
However, despite this, he wasn't so consumed by desire that he lost his rationality.
He clearly knew what he was doing and didn't make any further moves toward Boa Hancock, such as approaching to flirt or continuing to offend.