"Diable Jambe: Concassé!"
Suspended in midair, Sanji's body spun at high speed. His right foot rubbed against the air at tremendous velocity, blazing with a searing red glow. Carrying heat intense enough to warp the air, he kicked down at Katakuri's head.
"Mochi Giri!"
Katakuri glanced toward Dawn at the distant harbor, his brow tightening slightly. Then, his right arm suddenly swelled dozens of times over, transforming into an enormous, Haki-coated arm covered in spikes as it smashed fiercely into the descending kick.
Rumble!
The ground sank slightly as smoke, dust, and shattered stones shot into the sky. Katakuri stood firmly where he was, utterly unmoved.
"Are you looking down on me?!"
Feeling waves of numbness spreading through his heel, Sanji's brow furrowed deeply. He had learned beforehand that Observation Haki was this man's greatest specialty. Yet Katakuri had chosen to take his attack head-on. What that meant was obvious.
"An attack of this level isn't worth dodging."
Katakuri answered expressionlessly. Observation Haki could be depleted as well. With a man on the same level as Mama watching him like a tiger from the side, he did not dare squander his Observation Haki without restraint.
Unless absolutely necessary, he would never use Future Sight.
"Damn it!"
Sanji performed several consecutive backflips in midair, launching a barrage of kicks at Katakuri's abdomen. The air before him erupted with sharp, rapid explosions.
"Diable Jambe: Premier Hachis!"
Katakuri's left arm became blocky and square, its surface covered in thick Armament Haki. He held it across his body and steadily received every kick. At the same time, his right arm stretched out like rubber as he threw a punch.
Sanji neither dodged nor retreated, taking the punch head-on and getting blasted back dozens of meters. Enduring the agonizing pain in his chest, he stepped