Save the world from Luffy

Chapter 343 Cooking begins, Sanji's limited menu

"If I wear gloves, does it count as breaking the precept?"

A thought flashed through Sanji's mind.

The old man's words must be listened to, but if it is for his sister Reiju and Brin, he is prepared to make a certain degree of self-deception.

"never mind."

In the end, he dismissed the idea. Although it was a formal agreement not to fight with his hands, when he used Thomas' roundabout kick, there was no guarantee that the hand supporting the ground would not touch any dirt.

But it has been maintained for more than ten years, and it really can't be changed for a while.

The last insistence on not hitting someone with both hands is good if you don’t break the precept, and Luffy shouldn’t delay for too long.

"Isn't it good to finish the wedding honestly?"

"Mom is looking forward to tomorrow's wedding cake. It would be terrible if she can't eat it."

"Whatever she wants."

Sanji lit a cigarette and added BUFF for himself.

"Do you want to go together?"

"It's enough to have me."

Cracker brandished a huge sword and struck instantly, "I also want to see how much the strong man Katakuri mentioned is."

“Pretzels!”

The giant sword in his hand was spinning rapidly at this moment, turning into an indestructible drill. The somewhat harsh whistling was a blow that could not be underestimated.

But it's too slow.

A huge body may bring great strength, but a huge body will also bring many weaknesses and flaws that can be caught.

Sanji turned around, and the figure wrapped in the devil's fire had already avoided the spiral long sword, and his unreserved kick brought a broken click.

"how is this possible?!"

Radial cracks appeared on the chest of the figure that flew upside down, and the body that was comparable to steel had a precursor to breaking at this moment.

"biscuit?"

A special aroma came from the body ignited by the devil's fire, which Sanji, a chef, was very familiar with.

"It seems that you are indeed quite powerful."

The crack in his chest that was kicked open with all his strength was directly abandoned, and his body was reconstructed. Cracker was no longer as relaxed as before, and he was ready to fight with Sanji.

"It's shameful to waste food."

Looking at the discarded chest, Sanji was sure that it was a special kind of biscuit.

"I ate the biscuit fruit, how much of this kind of thing is there, how can it be called a waste?"

"Then what about you, Nuomi, let's serve together."

The corner of Sanji's mouth showed a touch of excitement, which was the chef's excitement when he saw the ingredients.

"What I hate the most are people who waste food like you guys!"

"Save food! Bastards!"

The fists are clenched, and then the fingers are like knives. The flaming hand knives are the kitchen utensils used by demons to cook food in hell.

The white dress suit was stretched open by the bulging muscles at this moment, and it was split into shredded rags.

"As long as it's not a human being, if I use these hands to cook the ingredients, I don't think the old man will think that I'm breaking the precept."

His face was a bit ferocious, but he didn't have time for people to watch him any more.

Sanji's full kick could crack that steel-hard biscuit body, but what about a punch with five times the full force of his legs?

Cracker flew into the air with a punch, like a prehistoric beast possessing Sanji's muscled right arm. The huge force of the ancient times shattered the solid shell and turned it into powder at the moment of contact.

"Biscuit crumbs are the best material for chaff cups, what a waste of you."

The hard outer shell was broken open, and the Cracker hidden in the biscuit armor had purple hair. It was fixed into three thick hairs with two pounds of hairspray. After a short circuit, sparks appeared. The same as the three-pronged antenna.

'Devil's feet · finishing touch shoot! '

He only stared in the air for a moment before a merciless kick hit Cracker's chest. The dented chest turned his body into a human cannonball, which smashed into the middle of the chess soldiers behind him.

"It seems that you still joined the battle, Nuomi."

The flaming hand knife collided with the black iron fist, and there was a piercing sound of metal friction and explosion, and a ring-shaped air shock wave swept across the audience. The strong wind pressure made people have to squint their eyes.

"You are stronger than I thought."

Katakuri's lukewarm review.

"But it's not even close."

My predictions predict yours.

Unlike Sanji who was out of touch at the time and did not fully grasp the ability to predict the future, Katakuri is already a veteran of this way, and his powerful knowledge and domineering has been tempered to his peak by him.

Shameless!you!Sneak attack!I!

Is it appropriate for a 48-year-old to sneak up on me, a 21-year-old?

This is inappropriate!
mean!Dirty!
I advise this old man to talk about martial arts, mouse tail juice, and fights to be fair and aboveboard!

Sanji's face was distorted, and the bulging muscles in his chest were deformed and sunken at this moment.

A four-sided glutinous rice fist from Katakuri's "Koromochi" dented Sanji's chest like a pile driver, and his strong muscles absorbed most of the bombardment, but this sudden sneak attack is impossible to guard against Juli live.

The floor was smashed hard, and the thick foundation of Germa 66's territorial ship was directly smashed and pierced by Sanji, and a huge column of seawater shot out of the transparent hole.

Accompanied by the strong boiling water vapor, Sanji, who was hit to the bottom of the sea, emerged from the pothole stepping on moon steps, stretched out his hand to cover his chest, and left a purple-black square fist mark in the middle of the chest.

The sternum was almost cracked, but fortunately, the body strengthened by the gourmet cells was strong enough. In the past, probably one punch would have to go to the underworld to cook for the dead.

As the leader of Big Mom's three generals, Katakuri has a huge gap in strength between him and the other two.

Known as the highest masterpiece of the Charlotte family, the perfect brother, the perfect man, the bounty can no longer clearly refer to his strength, and there are very few people who can make him go all out. What the bounty represents is that he let The side that people see.

"It's been a while since anyone has been able to touch me. You're great."

Appreciation from the enemy is a great irony, but Sanji also has to admit that this guy is qualified to say this sentence.

"Will the chef be afraid of the ingredients?"

Sanji was asking him, and he was also asking himself.

[But if you go on like this, you will be beaten to death. 】

His own powerful sense of knowledge told Sanji that if he had not truly entered that stage, facing someone who could see through all his moves, the length of time he would struggle would depend on how long that person wanted to play.

But the man in front of him didn't seem to want to play for too long, and there wasn't much time left for him.

Once he is defeated, he cannot hide the news that Germa 66 has been eliminated by him. There is no need to wait for tomorrow, today is the anniversary of his death.

"Of course I won't be afraid. When it comes to glutinous rice and rice cakes, I can think of more than 1000 ways to prepare the ingredients."

The sunken chest swelled like air again. While the delicious food was feeding the food cells, the power from the food was also accumulated in it.

"It seems that it must be used. Originally, I was thinking about letting him grow up."

After a few moments of avoiding the glutinous rice tentacles that could stick to his body, Sanji, who was in the air again, took a deep breath.

"Come out to meet Dad, you devil of gourmet food."

The flames of the devil burning on his body flowed towards his back. In the flames, a hand reached out, grabbed Sanji's shoulders, propped up his body, and pulled his body out of the flames.

"Today's menu is a limited dish, the devil's grilled crispy shell rice cake made by me, Sanji, salty."

The demon that had completely climbed out of the flames roared to the sky, and the splashing sparks scattered on the ground, dissolving the hard stone slab into pits with black and red spots.

"Would you like some salt and pepper cumin?"

Sanji, who appeared in front of Katakuri, asked, and the cooking began.

(End of this chapter)