Sanji's Crimson Flame Blast Kick sent Kizaru flying. A powerful blast of wind erupted, and everyone nearby stared at Sanji in shock.
Good grief, Sanji was incredible! He had even kicked Kizaru away. It was the first time Kizaru had been driven back since the fight began.
Sanji kept his eyes on Kizaru and remained wary. He knew how strong the man was—strong enough to inspire fear.
He had pushed this formidable enemy back for the moment, but he could not afford to get cocky. Only the one still standing at the end could claim victory. Besides, he had to settle the score for his friends.
"I didn't expect that lousy cook to improve so much in the two years he was gone," Zoro said evenly. "Looks like he might still be strong enough to be my opponent."
A smile touched Zoro's lips. Everyone had kept up and grown stronger. That was worth celebrating.
"Hmph. Two years have passed, you lousy Mosshead. You're the one who's fallen behind. You don't even qualify to face me anymore." Sanji spoke without taking his eyes off Kizaru.
"Wow, Sanji! You're amazing! You even sent a Marine Admiral flying! You got revenge for us!"
A bright, adorably familiar voice rang out. Huh? Sanji froze. His fighting spirit faltered, and his eyes lit up. Could it be?
The smoke cleared in the wind, revealing Kizaru steady on his feet. Surprise flickered in his eyes. He apparently had not expected Sanji to unleash such power.
The attack had not done him much damage, but he clearly could not underestimate them. They were worlds apart from who they had been two years ago.
"Black Leg Sanji, you've given me a pleasant surprise. That string of attacks was quite a feast. After enjoying the assault you prepared so