One Piece: Rayquaza of the Beasts Pirates

Kane's emerald green body instantly turned pitch black, with black and red domineering lightning coiling around it.

Hawkeye's pupils narrowed; the aura opposite him had completely changed.

"Mihawk! Prepare for my strongest attack!"

"A selfless charge!"

Kane grinned excitedly, his figure vanishing from the spot in an instant, leaving behind only shattered ice and a ring of spreading sonic boom clouds!

Hawkeye gripped the Black Blade Night tightly with both hands, pouring all his beliefs, will, and domineering aura into it without reservation.

On the blade, an unprecedented surge of domineering lightning rose up, even spreading out uncontrollably.

The stray lightning struck the sea, creating towering columns of water.

The next instant, the two collided without holding back.

Time seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Followed by.

Centered on the point of collision between the two, the sea surface within a radius of several hundred meters was as if it had been slammed by an invisible giant fist, suddenly collapsing downwards to create a huge bowl-shaped crater.

The immeasurable seawater was pushed aside and squeezed by the terrifying force, turning into towering waves that blotted out the sky and crashed wildly in all directions!

"Aaaaaaah, it's a massive tsunami!"

On the Baratie, Paddy and Carne clung to each other tightly, their faces streaked with tears and snot, wailing, "We're doomed! We're definitely going to die this time!"

“Idiot, everyone dies eventually,” Zeff said without changing his expression.

But the next second, they experienced the joy of escaping from a desperate situation.

"Unservant Ice Fang!"

Yamato took a deep breath and exhaled a thick, icy breath.

The breath swept rapidly around the area where the two ships were located.

In just a dozen seconds, the towering waves were frozen solid into a huge ring of ice sculpture.

"We're saved!" Violet hugged Yamato tightly, jumping and skipping. "Yamato, you're amazing!"

She was terrified when the giant wave hit, and her legs felt weak.

"Piece of cake, I'm Yamato!" Yamato gave a thumbs up and smugly wiped his nose.

Chapter 62 Recruiting Sanji

In the distance, on the battlefield.

"Heh...heh...it's been a long time since I've encountered an opponent who can give me such a good time."

Hawkeye hovered in mid-air, using Moonwalk, looking utterly disheveled.

His iconic black top hat was nowhere to be seen, and his clothes were torn to shreds by the aftershocks of the battle, revealing his lean and muscular body.

More serious than his appearance were his injuries. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his hands, which were gripping the knife, trembled so badly he could barely lift them, and his arms were covered in blood.

Even someone as strong as Kane was severely injured by that terrifying impact.

"Likewise...likewise." Kane, who was floating in the air, was also coughing up blood, and his condition was even worse than Hawkeye's.

The effect of the self-sacrificing charge is to deal massive damage while taking one-third of the damage yourself.

If it weren't for the powerful physique bestowed upon him by the mythical beast species, he would never have dared to use this method of trading injury for injury so easily.

Let's stop here.

Hawkeye surveyed the chaotic battlefield and spoke up, "There's no point in continuing."

“Agreed.” Kane nodded.

If we continue fighting, it will become a desperate struggle instead of a friendly exchange, which is unnecessary.

However, Kane had one more thing to do before returning to the Rayquaza.

"Sunny day!"

He casually waved his hand towards the sky, and the originally gentle sunlight suddenly became as fierce as fire.

This ice layer, which resembles a city wall, still needs to melt.

"Mihawk, come aboard my ship and change your clothes?" Kane called out.

"No need, I have a spare." Hawkeye waved his hand, his tone as calm as ever.

How could he not have made this preparation when he was traveling?

……

"So where are your clothes? Hahaha..."

Looking at the man before him, Kane mercilessly clutched his stomach and laughed, tears welling up in his eyes.

Hawkeye, dressed in a ripped outfit that looked like he was cosplaying a beggar, had a face as black as hell. "Who told you to destroy my ship!"

Yes, Hawkeye's coffin boat was completely destroyed in the aftermath of the battle.

When Hawkeye arrived at the dock, all he could see were a few pieces of broken planks.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not taking the blame for this."

Kane wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes and stopped mocking Hawkeye: "We're about the same size, I'll lend you my clothes. I'll also have the ship's doctor bandage you up."

Hawkeye wasn't being pretentious at all.

Fighting between men is the best form of communication.

He didn't dislike Kane; at least he acknowledged Kane as a worthy opponent.

After both of them had their injuries treated and changed into clean clothes provided by Kane, they returned to the Barratier restaurant.

Kane still has a table full of delicious food he hasn't eaten yet.

He even thoughtfully ordered a table of food for Hawkeye as well: "Boss, this table is on my tab too. He's broke right now."

boom!

Black Blade Night was slammed onto the table by Hawkeye.

"Will this ever end?"

Hawkeye's face darkened again; he suddenly realized that coming back with Kane was a mistake.

In the corner, the photographer, who had overheard the conversation, was so excited that he was trembling all over, his pen dancing wildly across his notebook.

"Big news, earth-shattering news! President Morgans, you have to give me a huge bonus."

"I was wrong."

Kane's apology was completely insincere.

At that moment, Violet gently picked up a spoonful of fragrant seafood fried rice and held it to Kane's lips: "Lord Kane, try this, it has a very unique flavor."

Almost simultaneously, Reiju elegantly forked a small piece of steak, charred and drizzled with amber honey, and brought it to his other mouth: "This honey-roasted steak is also delicious."

Kane, of course, would not disappoint the two beauties, and happily accepted their feeding with both hands, eating with a satisfied expression.

Yes, although his hands are fully functional.

Seeing this, Hawkeye, whose hands were injured and who was struggling to put the food into his mouth, couldn't help but have a thought he had never had before.

Perhaps I should hire a maid?

"By the way," Kane swallowed his food, looking curiously at Hawkeye, "why are you here?"

Logically speaking, if no one was as foolish as Krieg in provoking Hawkeye, he shouldn't have bothered coming to the Weakest Sea.

"The food here is good." Hawkeye picked up his water glass, took a sip, and gave a simple and unpretentious reason.

Oh, Kane remembers now, Hawkeye is also a man who can cook, and he seems to be quite good at it.

Is this considered a good example of mutual appreciation between chefs?

Speaking of which, Hawkeye is a good family man. He is clean, can cook, and even grows his own vegetables.

As they chatted and laughed, the food on the table disappeared at an astonishing speed.

Kane and Hawkeye, in particular, ate elegantly, but the food disappeared just as quickly as if they were wolfing it down.

Normally, Kane could restrain himself a bit, but now that the big battle has just ended, his body would protest if he didn't replenish his energy in time.

Barrati's culinary team is in an unprecedented state of war.

Just as a steaming hot dish was served, and a few seconds after I turned around, the empty plate was shoved back at me with a clatter.

This scene is nothing short of hell for the culinary world.

The appetites of the people outside seemed bottomless.

Zeff quickly understood the meaning behind Kane's words when ordering food.

He began to worry about whether there was enough food on the ship.

Fortunately, after Kane and his companions ate enough food to form a small mountain, the feast finally came to an end.

"It tastes really good." Kane patted his round belly with satisfaction.

"Yes, yes! That's great!" Yamato slumped in his chair without any regard for his image, nodded emphatically, and his face was beaming with a happy smile.

The chef on the Rayquaza was only passable; he was definitely not as good as Zeff and his crew.

No wonder Hawkeye eats here.

After eating and drinking his fill, Kane waved and called out, "Sanji."

Sanji leaned closer, a smile on his face: "Brother-in-law, what did you want to see me about?"

"Sanji!" Reiju's pretty face instantly turned red, and she slapped her younger brother on the back of the head in embarrassment and anger. "Try talking nonsense again!"

Kane smiled and gently stopped Reiju's hand: "You are my woman, so Sanji isn't wrong."

He turned to Sanji, his expression becoming serious: "Do you want to come with me? I really like your cooking."

Sanji was stunned, completely unprepared for Kane to extend such an invitation.