A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

The aroma, like a miniature sun, instantly dispelled the chill and despair that shrouded the New Moby Dick.

The Devouring Power of the Twisted Space of the Saint of Vochuli, upon contact with this fragrance, was like encountering its natural enemy, ice and snow, emitting a faint crackling sound as if it could not bear the burden. For the first time, the stability of its laws fluctuated violently!

"Ok?"

The godlike indifference on the face of the floating saint, Vochuli, finally disappeared, replaced by a look of astonishment.

He could clearly sense that his own law was being interfered with and eroded by another, more primitive and brutal law.

That is the law of food, the most primal desire of life!

"Hahaha! Time to eat!"

Gatz was the first to break free from that terrifying suction. His huge nostrils snorted like a blower, and he felt that just smelling the scent restored 30% of his strength.

Marco and the others steadied themselves, and the pain that almost ripped their souls away was swept away by the warm fragrance.

At the kitchen doorway, Renn emerged carrying a huge, custom-made baking pan that resembled a slab of volcanic rock.

On the baking tray was the king-sized roast meat that he had prepared for everyone over the past few days.

The entire back meat of the deep-sea crocodile was roasted until it sizzled and dripped with oil, and the surface was covered with a dark red sauce made from a mixture of more than a dozen spicy spices. The violent heat mixed with the aroma of meat formed visible white waves of steam that shot into the sky.

"Same as always, do it yourself."

Gatz used his huge anchor as a knife, prying off a large piece of roast meat bigger than his head, and without caring about getting burned, he stuffed it into his mouth.

As the piping hot grilled meat entered his mouth, Gatz's face was filled with bliss.

Furthermore, a tremendous power began to erupt from his body!

He felt every muscle in his body cheering, every drop of blood boiling. His body, which had become heavy due to the pressure of the Holy Might of Volchuli, instantly regained its lightness and was even more explosively powerful than before.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

Gatz roared to the sky, feeling more powerful than ever before, as if he could smash the sky with a single anchor!

The rest of the group also began their barbecue feast before the big battle.

In other words, this was a ceremony of collective rebirth and upgrading conducted on-site in front of the enemy.

Chapter 180 Beast Form - Feng Xi

"This...how could this be..."

On the pitch-black warship, the masked members of the direct guard looked at the group of people who had undergone tremendous changes, and for the first time, their aura, which had blended into the darkness, fluctuated violently.

"It's our turn..."

Newgate slowly turned around, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Saint Vocuri, and grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

The next second, the figure disappeared and reappeared in front of Sacred Vochuli, a fist wrapped in black and red lightning and white halo was slammed out!

Vochuli Saint's pupils contracted sharply; he hadn't expected the other party to move so quickly.

He immediately pushed the Devouring Law to its limit, attempting to neutralize the earth-shattering power of the shockwave.

However, Newgate's punch contained not only the power of the shock, but also a violent will to protect his family, which originated from Rein's cooking!

Two completely different forces of law collided violently!

Boom!

A deafening roar, seemingly capable of shattering the sky, reverberated throughout the desolate sea.

For the first time, the invincible Devouring Law of Saint Vochuli reached saturation. He felt an irresistible force, capable of shattering everything, penetrate his defenses and slam into his body.

His tall body was struck head-on by a battering ram, and with a muffled groan, he fell helplessly from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the deck of his own dark warship, creating a huge dent in the sturdy deck.

"Let's do it!"

Newgate's voice boomed like thunder.

A great war is about to break out!

Newgate blasted Vochuli Saint from the air with a single punch, but instead of pursuing him, he landed steadily back on the deck of the New Moby Dick. His mountain-like body acted like a stabilizing force, instantly igniting the fighting spirit of everyone present.

"Oh oh oh!"

Gatz was the first to jump off the ship, carrying the anchor. His massive body landed on the calm sea and seemed to walk on the waves, like a rampaging prehistoric beast, charging toward the nearest naval warship.

"Hahaha! Let's fight!"

Oden followed closely behind, drawing his twin swords, their sharp sword energy slicing through the air, his eyes filled with exhilarating fighting spirit.

Amidst the ruins of the black warship, Saint Vocuri slowly rose to his feet. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and for the first time, anger appeared on his eternally unchanging sculpted face.

"So many years...so many years since anyone could hurt me..."

His voice became low and hoarse, no longer the majestic voice of a god, but the growl of a wild beast.

“Edward Newgate, and that cook…you’ve successfully provoked me.”

His black suit was torn to shreds, his muscles swelled and deformed at a visible speed, his skin developed a black, rock-like armor, and even his back grew grotesque bone spurs.

In the blink of an eye, his figure transformed into a terrifying behemoth ten meters tall, resembling a giant wild boar, but with sharp tusks and scarlet eyes!

The behemoth had no trace of life on its body, only pure, twisted power of law capable of devouring everything.

Environmental Martial God, Topman Vochuli Saint, Beast Form - Fengxi!

"Roar!"

A roar erupted from its mouth, transforming into a tangible black shockwave that rippled through the surrounding space.

"Gurarararar, finally willing to show your true colors?"

Newgate looked at the behemoth that exuded an aura of world destruction, and his fighting spirit intensified.

He slammed his naginata into the deck, took a step forward, and charged towards the magical beast!

Two powerful monsters collided violently in the most primitive and savage way on this desolate sea!

Meanwhile, other battles have also broken out in full force.

Hundreds of members of the Five Elders' direct guard leaped out of the black warship like ghosts. Their movements were synchronized and silent, and each of them exuded a terrifying aura no less than that of a vice admiral in the Navy Headquarters.

They formed a battle formation, like a black net being pulled in, enveloping the Whitebeard Pirates.

"A bunch of cowards hiding their true colors!"

Joz roared, his entire body covered in dazzling diamond light, and like a runaway heavy truck, he was the first to charge into the enemy ranks.

"Diamond Collision!"

However, the guards reacted with astonishing speed. They did not dodge or evade. The dozen or so leaders simultaneously stretched out their hands, and strange black patterns appeared in their palms, which intertwined in front of them to form a huge black energy shield.

boom!

Jozu's charge slammed solidly into the energy shield, producing a dull thud.

He felt as if his power had struck a ball of sticky cotton, with most of the impact being absorbed and neutralized by that strange shield.

"what?!"

Joz was startled, and in that instant of pause, dozens of specially made longswords wrapped in dark, domineering energy stabbed from all directions, aiming directly at the joints of his diamond-like body.

"Don't even think about it, yoi!"

Marco transformed into a phoenix, his blue flame wings slicing through the sky, countless feathers burning with blue flames shooting out like sharp blades to save Jozu.

The battle was deadlocked from the very beginning.

The Five Elders' direct guard, the true dark side of the World Government, possesses combat skills and teamwork far surpassing that of the Navy. They are like a sophisticated killing machine, with no unnecessary movements, and every attack is aimed directly at the vital points.

Although the Whitebeard Pirates' strength was greatly enhanced by Rein's cooking, they were still at a significant disadvantage in terms of numbers and were momentarily overwhelmed.

In the corner, Teach pretended to be panicked and dodged the aftermath of the battle, while silently memorizing the abilities and fighting styles of each guard member from an angle that only he could see.

His eyes gleamed with excitement and greed.

Is this the true power of the world government? It is indeed formidable!

But if I get that fruit...

While everyone was engaged in fierce fighting, one figure remained motionless.

Financial God of War, Izambaron V. Nassshuro Sei.

He remained standing quietly at the bow of the ship, as if the earth-shattering battle outside had nothing to do with him.

He simply stared calmly into the kitchen of the New Moby Dick with his eyes, which were as still as a dry well, or rather, into the figure who had just put down the baking tray.

"Kozuki Oden, your sword is quite good."

Nasujiro Sei spoke slowly, his voice hoarse yet full of penetrating power.

"However, you are still far from being on the right path."

Oden was engaged in a fierce battle with three captains of the guard when he heard this. He roared and the Haki of the Ryuo swords on his twin blades surged, forcing his opponents back. He then turned around and unleashed a powerful Tougen Hakuryu slash down at Nasujuro Sei.

He cannot tolerate anyone insulting his swordsmanship.

However, faced with an attack powerful enough to cleave the island in two, Nasujuro Sei didn't even change his stance.

He simply raised his right hand slowly and extended one finger.

Chapter 181 Rein VS Nassshurou Sei

Ding!

A soft sound.

When Oden's ferocious slash came into contact with that seemingly ordinary finger, it was as if it had encountered an insurmountable chasm; all its power was instantly disintegrated and annihilated.

"what?!"

Oden's pupils contracted sharply; he felt as if he had struck nothingness.

Nasujuro Sei withdrew his fingers and slowly placed his hand on the First Generation Kitetsu at his waist.

"Sending you on your way!"

At this critical moment, a calm voice rang out in front of him.

"Your opponent is me."

Raine had appeared in front of him without him noticing, holding an ordinary-looking kitchen knife.

“Raine…”

For the first time, a flicker of emotion appeared in Nasujiro Sei's eyes—a complex mix of curiosity and disdain.

"Exactly."

A slight smile curved at the corner of Raine's lips: "Actually, I'd like to see if this so-called God of War is qualified to become my food."

The standoff between Rein and Nassshuro Sei created an eerie quiet zone in this chaotic battlefield.

One is a martial god who holds one of the highest powers in the world government, in charge of finances, and wears the first generation of Kitetsu at his waist. His aura is like that of an ice cave that has stood for ten thousand years.

One of them is the head chef of the Whitebeard Pirates, wielding a kitchen knife called "Paoding," and his aura is as calm as an abyss.

The fact that these two people with such different styles are standing together is itself full of absurd drama.

"An interesting kid."

Nassuro Sei's gaze swept over Rein and the kitchen knife in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face, which was as withered as tree bark, but the smile was colder than the blade.

"You don't have the aura of a strong person, nor the will of a hegemon, only a... aroma of food."

He paused, his eyes sharpening: "But your presence makes me feel more dangerous than anyone else on this ship."

"You flatter me."

Ryan's answer was concise and to the point.

"Let me see just how powerful the power of food is that can make even Lord Im wary."

Nassou Sei stopped talking nonsense. He didn't even draw his sword. He simply put his right index and middle fingers together and made a light slash in the direction of Rein.

There was no sword energy, no blade light.

But without warning, a pitch-black crack appeared in the space in front of Renn, as if it had been cut open by a sharp blade, and an extreme chill capable of freezing the soul seeped out from it.