Pokal Street, South Alubarna
"Take this, you damn cook!!"
Mr. 2 shouted as he swung his leg in a heavy horizontal kick.
—Whoosh!
Sanji stomped the ground and leaned sharply to the right, narrowly avoiding the attack.
Planting both hands against the ground, he twisted his body and launched a long-legged kick toward Mr. 2's head.
But in the next second, Sanji abruptly stopped.
Mr. 2 had placed a hand over his face.
In an instant—
He transford into Nami.
Sanji's shoe stopped less than a centiter from "Nami's" delicate face. The wind from his kick fluttered her orange hair, throwing Sanji's heart into chaos.
Even though he knew it was not the real Nami, he simply could not bring himself to kick her.
BAM!
But Mr. 2 had no such hesitation.
Sanji was sent flying by a brutal kick, his head slamming into a wall while his legs dangled in the air.
"Hahahaha! You're strong, sure... but your weakness is far too obvious!"
Mr. 2 spun around excitedly.
"Cough... cough..."
Sanji struggled free from the wall and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You're just a cross-dressing freak wearing Nami-san's face. Do you really think I won't fight back?!"
"Oh? Then co at !!"
Mr. 2 sneered and dashed forward with graceful Okama Kenpo footwork.
He's an okama...
He's an okama...
An okama!!
Sanji repeated the words over and over in his mind.
At the sa ti, the muscles in his right leg tightened as he gathered strength.
CRACK!
The floor shattered beneath him as Sanji shot forward, driving a kick straight toward Mr. 2's face.
"Die, you damn okama!!"
"Oh?"
Mr. 2 did not even try to dodge.
His left hand brushed across his face—
And instantly switched back to Nami's appearance.
—Whoosh!
Sanji's kick stopped right in front of "Nami."
"Damn it... I still can't do it."
Sanji gave a helpless, bitter smile.
"I just can't kick such a cute Nami-san!!"
"You idiot!"
Mr. 2 imdiately switched back to his own face and swung a kick.
BAM!
Sanji blocked the strike solidly.
Blood streaked across his face as he stared at Mr. 2 in confusion.
"Why do you always switch back to your own face whenever you attack?"
If Mr. 2 had simply kept Nami's face, Sanji would have been defeated easily.
Unless...
Sanji's eyes suddenly lit up.
He lifted his knee and slamd it forward with trendous force.
BOOM!!
Mr. 2 was blasted backward, spitting blood in agony.
"I've figured out your Devil Fruit ability."
Sanji calmly lit a cigarette.
"Cough!!"
Mr. 2 leaned against the wall, vomiting violently as though his organs were about to co up.
"Figured out what? Don't flatter yourself! There's no way you could understand my power!"
But despite his words, Mr. 2's expression had clearly changed.
"When you transform into Nami, you can't use Okama Kenpo, can you?"
Sanji paused briefly.
"That's why every ti you attack, you switch back to your real face."
"In other words... at the mont you strike, you have to reveal your true form."
"And if I catch that mont..."
"Ahahaha... I can't hear anything!"
Mr. 2 laughed nervously, cold sweat pouring down his face.
They had only been fighting for half an hour, yet Sanji had already seen through the core of his ability.
"So I was right."
Sanji stepped forward slowly. Cracks spread across the ground beneath his black leather shoe.
"So what if you are?!" Mr. 2 snapped in frustration.
"Then I'll show you the ultimate move of Okama Kenpo!"
He pulled out two strange duck-shaped shoes and slipped them on.
They had long necks and sharp beaks that glead with a cold light.
"Let explain first. From your perspective, the one on the right is male, and the one on the left is female!"
"Who cares about that?!"
Sanji slamd his foot down.
BOOM!!
A violent gust exploded outward.
All the anger Sanji had been holding back erupted at once.
A black blur shot toward Mr. 2.
BAM!
Sanji's leather shoe slamd hard into Mr. 2's face.
A spiral shockwave burst outward as Mr. 2 flew like a cannonball, crashing through a wall.
Even as he smashed into the rubble, his expression remained blank.
So fast!
I couldn't see his movent at all!
His head spun violently.
Sanji's kick had left a deep imprint across his face.
Only then did Mr. 2 truly understand the gap between them.
His Clone-Clone Fruit and swan shoes could narrow the difference.
But they were still only tricks.
Once exposed—
Defeat ca in a single blow.
Mr. 2's fighting spirit completely collapsed.
He sighed helplessly.
"I surre—"
Before he could finish—
A fierce wind roared.
Sanji's black shoe slamd straight into his chest.
BOOM!!
Mr. 2 flew backward like a broken kite, tumbling across the ground for ten ters while vomiting blood.
"Cough...!"
He struggled to his feet and scread hoarsely.
"I... I sur—!"
Before the words could leave his mouth—
Sanji stepped forward again.
His knee pierced through the air with explosive force.
CRASH!!
The devastating knee strike slamd into Mr. 2's ribs.
Mr. 2's body curled like a boiled shrimp.
A white shockwave burst from his back as he shot through the air like a cannonball.
But the next mont—
Sanji had already appeared along his flight path.
He raised his leg.
The black leather shoe radiated terrifying power.
"Shoulder at!"
"Loin!"
"Flank!"
"Belly!"
"Thigh!"
"Tail!"
"...Tenderloin!"
BAM! BAM! BAM!!
Mr. 2 was kicked around like a soccer ball by Sanji—
For a full three minutes.
By the end, Mr. 2's pupils had lost focus, and his body was battered beyond recognition.
Sanji stood before him and chuckled.
"Well? If you turn into Nami now, I won't be able to finish you off."
"Y-You...!!"
Mr. 2 looked at Sanji with pure terror.
A demon.
A demon wearing human skin.
"Oh, right."
Sanji scratched his head.
"What were you trying to say earlier?"
"I surrender!!"
Mr. 2 forced out the final word with all his strength.
"...Huh?"
Sanji froze.
After a long silence, he crouched down and patted Mr. 2 on the shoulder.
"Next ti... say it faster."
He then picked up the goggles, kicked Mr. 2 in the face one last ti, and walked away.
Mr. 2 collapsed heavily to the ground.
So after all that... you still beat half to death anyway...
Thus—
The battle in South Alubarna ca to an end.
Winner: Sanji.
anwhile — The Royal Palace
Bombs had been placed throughout the palace.
"Just a little longer. Everything is almost ready!"
"I honestly don't even know how to report this situation..." Chaka muttered as he looked at the chaotic capital below.
"It's alright. I understand," Vivi said gently.
"You had no choice but to fight the rebel army. Even without Igaram, you managed to contain the riots for the past two years."
"But this is only temporary."
"As long as that man is alive... this country will never know peace."
Vivi's expression was firm.
"Princess Vivi... you've grown," Chaka said with emotion.
Soon, the bombs were fully prepared.
"Light the fuse!"
Looking at the palace where she had grown up—the royal palace passed down through generations of Alabasta—Vivi showed no hesitation.
The spark touched the fuse.
Flas raced along it.
In the blink of an eye—
The bombs were about to detonate.
But suddenly—
Everything changed.
A violent sandstorm erupted.
Grains of sand shot through the palace walls and ground like bullets, blasting countless holes everywhere.
The sparks were extinguished instantly.
The guards collapsed one after another.
The moisture in their bodies was drained in an instant, their skin shriveling like dried husks.
They looked like mummies, barely clinging to life.
"Don't do anything reckless... Miss Wednesday."
A deep voice echoed.
"This place is about to beco my kingdom."
A man stood atop the palace roof.
He wore a long coat, a large cigar clenched between his teeth, and a golden hook in place of his left hand.
Beside him stood a mysterious black-haired woman—
And the heavily wounded king.
"The Sand Crocodile... Sir Crocodile!!"
Vivi's face turned deathly pale.
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