At this moment, the streets of Polk Street in the royal capital were deserted, yet strange screams and angry curses kept ringing out.
"Watch this! Okama Kenpo: Explosive Swan Dance!"
"Why can you put a swan head on your foot?! You pervert!"
Thud!
Thud!
"Well? Kicks as powerful as rifle shots—that's the charm of an okama!"
Bon Clay wore a blue-striped, spherical skirt on his lower half and a pink cape. His theatrical expression looked even more exaggerated beneath his heavy makeup.
He had removed the swan decorations from his back and strapped them to his feet. With the swans' flexible necks and steel-hard beaks, all the destructive force was concentrated at a single point.
Sanji thought his opponent was talking nonsense, but when he saw the smooth, round holes punched through the wall, a wisp of smoke curling from them, he couldn't help feeling secretly alarmed.
"You're not half bad."
They had been fighting for quite a while, and Bon Clay was much trickier than Sanji had expected.
Sanji's expression turned serious. He took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, ground it out beneath his black leather shoe, then charged at Bon Clay,
"But if you think you can kill me with moves like that, you're a hundred years too early!"
Sanji lunged with a whip-like kick. When Bon Clay blocked it with the same move, Sanji used the force to twist his body, chaining it into a spinning roundhouse kick.
Bon Clay crossed his arms and barely managed to block it. But Sanji hooked a foot around his arms, using them as a brace to lift himself, then raised his other leg. In a flash, the black leather shoe was right in front of Bon Clay.
"Neck Meat Kick!"
Thud!
Thud!
Sanji's foot slammed into Bon