Toriko felt indebted to Lu Li, so he could hardly let Lu Li handle everything. Besides, he really hated these Gourmet Corp bastards.
So he charged straight at Kadelda. Seeing this, the other Explorers, though far stronger than Kadelda beneath their concealed strength, all scattered in terror, as if they wanted nothing to do with Toriko.
They had their own intelligence channels. Before coming here, they had consulted some Eighth Order big shots in the space and learned that the people least to be provoked in this world were Food Luck and Toriko, whose hidden cheats were maxed out.
If you tried to kill Toriko head-on, there was a good chance you would die without ever knowing why.
The big shots had not explained exactly what filthy thing was inside Toriko, but in any case, they believed avoiding a fight with him was the right choice.
Gourmet Corp waiter Kadelda had no such reservations. He tossed aside his tray and, in an instant, chopped off one of Toriko's arms.
Had Toriko's instinctive sense of danger not made him dodge at the final moment, he would have been sliced to pieces the instant he unleashed his thirteen-hit Nail Punch.
Even so, losing an arm right away sobered Toriko up considerably. Even after drinking Century Soup, there was still a vast gap between him and the real experts of this world.
"Toriko, and everyone over there, run!"
At that moment, another voice came from an ice cave on the other side. It was Teppei, the regeneration specialist, covered in wounds.
His cold-weather gear had been destroyed in the earlier battle, leaving him in tattered green sportswear. His pompadour remained perfectly intact, though he otherwise looked rather miserable.
He shouted, "I'll find a way to hold them back! You're no match for them!"