Chapter 164: Ramen Kenpo and the Infiltrator! Sanji's Lone Battle
The wind continued to howl, but the rain had subsided slightly.
Inside the 4th carriage of the sea train, the "Puffing Tom."
"Sluuuuurp—sluuurp!"
A man with massive buckteeth and an extremely sleazy smile stood in the center of the kitchen.
Wearing a strange set of white chef's whites, he was kneading dough while staring at the blond man before him with an infuriating gaze.
A member of CP7 intelligence—the Ramen Kenpo master, Wanze.
"Who are you?" Wanze tilted his head, flashing that mocking smile.
"Could it be a little rat that lost its way? Slurp-slurp!"
Sanji stood opposite him, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and exhaled slowly, his eyes filled with disgust.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is, I'm in a hurry."
"Hurry up and get out of my way. I need to get to the carriages ahead."
"That's not going to happen!"
Wanze gave a strange cry and suddenly took a deep breath, then—
"Ramen Beam!!"
A jaw-dropping scene unfolded.
Two thick strands of raw ramen actually shot out from his nostrils.
Carrying incredible force, they shot toward Sanji like two sharp swords.
"Hey!!!"
Sanji dodged the attack with a sidestep. Looking at the ramen pinned to the wall, a vein popped on his forehead, and his face went dark.
"You bastard... You actually stuffed food up your nose? And you're using it to attack?!"
"Slurp-slurp! This is my secret technique! My Ramen Kenpo is invincible!"
Wanze triumphantly brandished the dough in his hands.
Under his kneading, the dough rapidly hardened and lengthened, eventually covering his entire body like a suit of armor.
"Ramen Battle Suit!!"
Wanze donned this slippery ramen armor and struck a boxing stance.
"Once I'm in this armor, your kicking techniques won't work on me!"
"My noodles will tangle your legs and trap you inside!"
Looking at this man who desecrated food, the fury in Sanji's heart erupted like a volcano.
As a chef who viewed cooking as a sacred art,
this man's actions stepped precisely on every single one of Sanji's triggers.
"Playing with food..."
Sanji threw away his cigarette butt and crushed it with his foot, shadows veiling his eyes.
"And being this damn ugly..."
"You bastard... You've completely violated a chef's two greatest taboos!!!"
Sanji suddenly lunged forward, kicking toward Wanze's abdomen.
Just as Wanze had said, Sanji's foot sank into the viscous ramen armor and couldn't be pulled out.
"Slurp-slurp! Got you! Die!" Wanze swung a ramen fist at Sanji.
"Tsk."
Sanji's eyes turned cold, but he did not panic.
His gaze landed on a row of neatly arranged kitchen knives on the counter.
"For a chef, hands and knives are for cooking and must never be used for combat... That is my principle."
Sanji slowly reached out and grasped two sharp kitchen knives.
The blades glinted coldly under the lights.
"However..."
Sanji looked up, his eyes as sharp as the blades.
"Since this is a kitchen, and your armor is made of ingredients..."
"Then this is 'cooking' time!"
"First-Class Chef Special Technique—Peeling Operation!!"
Swish-swish-swish—!!!
The air was instantly filled with a dazzling array of blade light.
Sanji didn't use the knives to cut the person, but instead used breathtakingly exquisite knife skills to move rapidly across the ramen armor.
This was no longer a battle; it was a magnificent display of ingredient preparation.
"Waaaah! My armor!!"
Wanze discovered in horror that his proud, hard ramen armor was being peeled away layer by layer, sliced, and scattered into the air like common Onion skins under Sanji's dual blades.
In just a few short seconds,
the heavy defense on Wanze was sliced clean away, leaving only his ridiculous bodysuit.
"The food hasn't been wasted."
Sanji stylishly tossed the knives back onto the counter, where they landed firmly in the knife block.
"These shredded noodles are just right to feed the fish in the sea."
"Next..."
Sanji adjusted his tie and walked slowly toward the terrified Wanze, his leather shoes clicking on the floor.
"It's time to properly 'fix' that face of yours that's an insult to the audience."
"Wait! Don't come over! I'm strong too... Pwah!!!"
Before Wanze could finish, Sanji's foot slammed hard into his face.
"Parage Shot—Eyes! Nose Bridge! Jawbone!!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
Accompanied by the sound of rapid strikes and bone restructuring, Wanze's face was kneaded like dough under Sanji's foot.
Finally, with a powerful spinning kick,
Wanze went spinning through the air and slammed heavily into a stainless steel kitchen cabinet, unconscious.
Miraculously, when he collapsed, that originally hideous face had actually become... somewhat handsome and refined.
"Phew..."
Sanji relit a cigarette and looked at the unconscious Wanze with a cold snort.
"A bit more bearable to look at now."
"Don't thank me; this was a free plastic surgery service."
...
Having dealt with the gatekeeper, Sanji pulled the Transponder Snail out of his pocket.
"Puru-puru-puru..."
The call was quickly answered.
"Hello? This is Mr. Prince."
Sanji leaned against the prep table, catching his breath while speaking into the receiver.
"Luffy? Or Nami-san?"
"It's me, Sanji."
Tatsuya's calm voice came from the other end, with the howling of wind and waves in the background.
"You sound energetic. It seems you've dealt with the trouble."
"Yeah, it was a nauseating guy." Sanji blew a smoke ring.
"Listen, Tatsuya. I've confirmed Robin-chan's location."
Sanji lowered his voice, his tone becoming solemn.
"She's been taken to the 1st carriage. All of CP9... including that Lucci, are there."
"Lucci is heavily injured, seemingly from your lightning, and is currently receiving emergency treatment."
"Robin-chan is right beside them. She doesn't seem to be restrained, but she doesn't seem to have any intention of running away either."
"As expected."
Tatsuya's voice came through the Transponder Snail, tinged with reflection.
"Sanji, listen closely."
"Don't rush to the 1st carriage to throw your life away. You're alone; you have no chance of winning against the assembled CP9."
"Your mission is to cause chaos and buy time."
"Go and disconnect the coupling between the 3rd and 4th carriages."
"Ditch the rear carriages. This will isolate the annoying Marines and leave the CP9 ahead without support."
"Cut the connector? Got it." A sharp glint flashed in Sanji's eyes. "That's a good idea."
Finally, Zoro's voice appeared on the Transponder Snail.
"We're almost there. Hang in there, you love-cook."
"Understood. You slowpokes better hurry up and get over here."
Sanji hung up the phone and was about to turn to execute the mission.
BOOM!!
A loud crash suddenly erupted from the roof of the kitchen carriage, as if something heavy had slammed down, causing the metal ceiling to cave in significantly.
"Hmm?" Sanji looked up alertly.
A figure crashed through the ceiling and landed in the center of the kitchen.
It was a man wearing a strange hood, twirling two pistols in his hands.
His movements were light and agile, like a bipedal sea weasel.
The CP9 rookie—Sea Weasel Nero.
"Yo, so there's another rat here."
Nero stood on a table, looking down at Sanji, his eyes filled with a desperate desire to prove himself.
"I am the new CP9 member, Nero! A genius proficient in the 'Four Styles'! You just took out that ramen trash, didn't you?"
"Perfect. If I capture you, Lucci-senpai will definitely see me in a new light!"
"Four Styles?"
Sanji scratched his head impatiently.
"Another one... I'm really busy right now."
"Could you please just jump into the sea yourself? I have carriages to disconnect."
"Don't look down on me!!"
Nero roared in anger and lunged at Sanji.
...
Meanwhile,
on the pitch-black sea surface, wind and rain lashed down.
The "Puffing Tom" was hurtling along the tracks, its red taillights looking exceptionally lonely in the darkness.
ROOOOAR————!!!
A violent roar suddenly exploded from the sea behind.
Following that, two blindingly bright beams of light instantly pierced the darkness, illuminating the final carriages of the "Puffing Tom."
It was the twin headlights of the "rocketman's" ferocious shark-like prow!
"What... is that?!"
The Marine soldiers guarding the rear of the train shielded their eyes in terror.
"Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes!!!!"
In the driver's cabin, Franky had completely entered a state of frenzy. He had pushed every lever to the limit and was even using his foot to stomp on the accelerator.
"We're right on its tail!!!!"
"SUPER————Rear-End Collision!!!!!"
On the shark-head of the rocketman,
Luffy braved the storm, his hands gripping the sharp tooth decorations of the prow, leaning forward to the absolute limit.
His Straw Hat was blown back behind him, held only by the thin string around his neck.
His eyes were fixed on the train ahead, as if he could see through the layers of metal to that familiar figure.
"Robin—!!!"
Luffy took a deep breath and used all his strength to let out a shout that reached the heavens.
"We're coming to get you!!!!!"
This roar drowned out the wind, the rain, and the rumble of the train, reaching the train ahead clearly.
Inside the carriage,
Tatsuya sat in the passenger seat, still holding Nami to prevent her from being injured in the impact.
He looked at the rear of the enemy train inches away, a flash of madness in his eyes.
"Franky," Tatsuya shouted loudly, "don't slow down!"
"Huh?! We'll be destroyed if we don't slow down!" Nami screamed.
"We're going to crash!"
The corners of Tatsuya's mouth curled up as he said with a smile,
"This isn't an ordinary train... This is the 'rocketman'."
"AWOOOO!!!!"
As if in response to Tatsuya's words, the rocketman's prow let out a roar of twisting metal.
The next second.
BOOM—!!!!
No brakes, no buffer.
The berserk rocketman, with unstoppable momentum, opened its steel-forged shark maw and bit hard into the rear of the "Puffing Tom's" last carriage!
The violent vibration made heaven and earth change color.
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