A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

They stared at Ryan in disbelief, wondering if they were hallucinating.

Ryan? The head chef who never goes to the battlefield and only creates miracles in the kitchen?

That young man who spoke in a soft voice, seemingly indifferent to everything?

He actually volunteered to fight someone?

Or is it a monster of the Silver Axe Fierce level?

This is even more outrageous than Newgate announcing he's going to open a dessert shop!

"Ren?"

Newgate was the first to react, his face full of confusion.

"captain."

Ryan calmly met Newgate's gaze: "A chef can be questioned about his cooking skills, but he should never be insulted for the effort he puts into his colleagues."

"This is the dignity of a chef."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

Looking into his clear yet resolute eyes, Newgate was momentarily speechless.

"Wahahahahahaha!"

After a brief moment of shock, Silver Axe Fierce burst into a maniacal laugh that was louder than ever before.

He seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world, laughing so hard he bent over backwards, temporarily forgetting even the excruciating pain of his wound.

"A cook... wants to fight me?"

He wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and looked at Raine with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot: "Kid, are you talking in your sleep? Or did you poison yourself with the food you cooked? I could crush you into mincemeat with one finger!"

"Then give it a try."

Ryan's face remained calm and composed, as if the other party's taunts were nothing more than a passing breeze to him.

"If you win, my life is yours."

Renn paused, his eyes sharpening.

“If I win, you won’t die. You just need to kneel here, look at this pot of mine, and say sorry that I shouldn’t have wasted food.”

Ryan pointed to the iron pot next to him, which had just been used to cook steaks and was still warm.

This bet, this demand, brought Silver Axe's laughter to an abrupt halt.

The mockery on his face was instantly replaced by boundless rage.

This is no longer a provocation, this is a blatant humiliation!

How can you expect a dignified Silver Axe Fierce Man to kneel down and apologize to a pot?

"good very good!"

Silver Axe Fierce squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth. He slowly straightened up, and although he was seriously injured, the aura of a top-level expert was still terrifying.

"Kid, since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

"I'll show you that there's a chasm between a cook and a soldier that you can never cross!"

A bizarre showdown, where the opponents are completely mismatched in strength, size, and style, is about to erupt on this quiet beach.

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This is the last chapter for today. Don't wait any longer, I'll be back tomorrow.

Eleven chapters again today, I can't stay awake any longer. Time for bed!