Sanji's Battle

"Straw Hat! Explosion Mage!" Judge glared at the two people blocking his way. "And you too, Reiju. It seems I haven't reminded you of the Vinsmoke Family rules in far too long!"

"The strong rise to the top. That is the rule you always taught us, Father!" Reiju shot back without hesitation. "Your era is over!"

"Is that so?" Judge laughed darkly. "Then what about you, Yonji? Are you going to betray me alongside Reiju?"

"I..." Yonji was lost. His upbringing, his sister's care for him—at this moment, Yonji struggled as he never had before.

"Ha, and you were supposed to be masterpieces. It seems you are nothing more than defective products after all..." Judge shook his head and took out a remote control. "If you are defective products, then die!" Though Judge felt some reluctance to destroy the creations he had cultivated for so many years, things had already reached this point. Nothing he said now would matter.

"Though I never expected you to rebel against me, I planted bombs in your bodies long ago just in case. I never thought there would actually come a day when I would need them. Sanji, you should be grateful. Back then, you were such worthless trash that you were not even worth planting a bomb in!" Judge said as he pressed the button on the remote.

"Diable Jambe: First-Rank Meat Grinder!" Sanji instantly appeared before Judge, his burning right leg kicking toward the remote in Judge's hand.

But Judge seemed to have anticipated this. The devices on his shoes roared like jet engines, carrying him into the air.

"You truly have not improved at all, Sanji..." Judge pressed the remote in his hand, then casually tossed it to the ground.

"Hm?" Reiju was surprised to find that nothing seemed to have