A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

Although Rein's physical skills are good now, they are still not enough to face a truly strong opponent.

What he needs is a systematic set of combat techniques that can maximize his strengths.

Soon, a particular category caught his attention.

Culinary Techniques

The skills in this category are all inextricably linked to cooking, as if they were tailor-made for him.

[The Butcher's Knife Technique: Originating from an ancient Eastern legend, this knife skill allows the user to see through the texture and structure of all things, find their weakest point, and cause maximum damage with minimal force. At its peak, it can sever cause and effect. Price: 100000 Culinary Points.]

[Breathing Technique of a Powerful Stove: A special breathing method that simulates the burning and bursting of a stove flame, instantly pushing the body's energy to its limit, greatly enhancing strength and speed. Price: 110000 Cooking Points.]

[Acupressure Technique: Precisely attacks specific acupoints on the surface of a living organism, causing paralysis, coma, or even direct damage to its internal structure. It can also be used to unblock meridians and assist in treatment. Price: 80000 Culinary Points.]

These are the ones!

Without hesitation, Renn exchanged all three skills.

A total of 290,000 points were spent, leaving approximately 40,000 points in reserve.

The moment the exchange was successful, a massive amount of information and muscle memory flooded into Renn's body and mind like a tidal wave.

His body seemed to have been tempered countless times, every cell had memorized that unique breathing rhythm, and every nerve had mastered that exquisite technique of exerting force.

Renn slowly opened his eyes, and the whole world seemed different to him.

Looking at the kitchen knife in my hand, it no longer feels like a mere tool, but rather an extension of my own arm.

You can clearly feel the trajectory of the blade rubbing against the air, and you can hear the most subtle resonance inside the metal.

Ryan even had a feeling that, if he wanted, he could use this knife to perfectly cleave a drop of water in half without the drop scattering.

Just as Renn was immersed in this newfound sense of power, a deafening roar accompanied by a violent shaking came from the deck, jolting him from his reverie.

"Where's my cake?! Where's the victory celebration cake I put on the table?!"

It was Lingling's voice, a voice filled with the rage and grievance of having her beloved possession taken away.

Renn frowned and immediately walked out of the kitchen.

The deck was a complete mess.

Gatz was being held up in mid-air, his face bruised and swollen, with Lingling choking him by the neck. His legs were kicking weakly, and his face was full of fear and innocence.

"No... I didn't eat it! I just glanced at it as I was passing by! Really!"

"Who else could it be but you, you glutton! My cake! That was specially made for me by Ryan!"

Lingling's eyes had turned bloodshot, and she exuded a terrifying, tyrannical aura that could trigger celestial phenomena.

Above her head, Zeus, the thundercloud, crackled with lightning, and in her hand, the sun Prometheus, blazed with intense fire, as if ready to obliterate Gatz into dust at any moment.

"Stop! Lingling!"

Newgate stood between the two, holding a naginata, his expression grave.

"Gurarararar... Is it really worth attacking your own companion for a piece of cake?"

"Companions? Anyone who dares to steal my cake is my enemy!"

Lingling had completely lost her mind. She gripped the spiked club with her other hand and swung it at Newgate.

"Emperor's Sword - Blade Breaker!"

The massive flaming blade collided violently with Newgate's naginata, unleashing a terrifying shockwave that scratched a deep mark on the sturdy alloy deck.

Dorum clutched his head, letting out a desperate wail: "No! My Azure Dragon! It's only just been launched! You monsters!"

Rocks stood on the bridge, watching the farce with a grim expression.

He knew this was something that would happen sooner or later.

Once these unruly monsters lose their common enemy, internal conflicts will immediately erupt.

Just as he was about to forcefully suppress it, a small figure moved.

Renn's figure moved silently through the midst of the chaotic battle, like a gentle breeze.

He didn't use any weapons; he simply extended two fingers and, with incredible precision, touched a specific spot on the side of Lingling and Gatz's necks at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Food Techniques, Acupressure, and Muscle Numbness"

Almost simultaneously, Lingling, who was in a state of rage, and Gatz, who was struggling desperately, suddenly froze. A strange numbness instantly spread throughout their bodies, leaving them powerless.

Lingling unconsciously loosened her grip on Gatz's hand, and Gatz collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, panting heavily.

Lingling's fierce temper deflated quickly, like a punctured balloon.

She stared incredulously at her unresponsive body, then at the child who had somehow returned to the kitchen doorway and was slowly wiping his hands with a white cloth.

The whole audience was silent.

Everyone stared at Renn in disbelief.

Newgate sheathed his naginata, his eyes filled with shock.

He hadn't even seen what Renne was doing.

Lox's pupils also contracted sharply. He stared intently at Renn, his heart filled with turmoil.

This junior head chef can not only create miracles with his cooking, but his own skills have also grown to an unfathomable level.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, Ryan simply brought out another identical cake from the kitchen and walked over to Lingling, who was still in a dazed state.

"I saved you a spare cake, just in case something like this happens."

"Now, can we eat in peace?" Ryan said calmly.

Lingling looked at the cake she had found again, then at the child in front of her with an eerily calm expression, and nodded hesitantly with her huge head.

Raine then released her pressure points.

An internal dispute that could have led to the early retirement of the Azure Dragon was easily resolved by Rein with just two fingers and a spare cake.

Chapter 64 Kid, your strength has increased quite a bit.

Although the farce on the deck had subsided, the atmosphere had become somewhat delicate.

Gatz kept a safe distance from Lingling, still shaken. He vowed that even if he starved to death, he would never go near that woman's food again.

Lingling, holding her precious cake, sat at the stern of the boat, sipping it slowly, occasionally glancing in the direction of the kitchen with a look of awe.

Dorum, holding a specially made small hammer, examined the scratch on the deck with a pained expression, muttering repeatedly, "Spendthrifts...a bunch of spendthrifts...this is the latest shape memory alloy..."

Rocks and Newgate stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the small, thin figure who was quietly cleaning the kitchen.

"Gurararara, Lox."

Newgate chuckled softly, "Where did you find this monster? I feel he's more dangerous than the two of us combined."

"I'm feeling it too."

A mixture of excitement and apprehension flickered in Lox's eyes.

"A chef who can control people's hearts with his cooking skills is scary enough, but now he also has the power to subdue us in an instant."

"But that's what makes it interesting, isn't it?"

Locus grinned: "There's no need for weaklings on my ship."

Just then, Raine came out of the kitchen, carrying the kitchen knife he had just exchanged, named Paoding.

This knife has a simple and ancient design, and the blade has a warm, jade-like luster. It looks ordinary, but it exudes a sharp aura that can cut through anything.

He walked up to Silver, who was wiping his spear in the corner.

"Silver".

"Ok?"

Silver looked up, a questioning look in his eyes.

"Practice with me."

Ryan's tone was very calm, as if he were inviting someone to help him prepare vegetables.

Silver paused for a moment, then understood what Rein meant.

He stood up, gripped the spear tightly, and a sharp aura soared into the sky.

"it is good."

On the deck, everyone's attention was once again drawn.

One is the most mysterious and deadliest assassin on the ship, and the other is the unfathomable head chef who has just revealed a fraction of his true strength.

This showdown is something to look forward to just thinking about it.

The two stood facing each other, without exchanging any unnecessary words.

Silver was the first to move.

His figure was like a ghost, his spear transformed into a silver dragon, piercing through the air with a sharp shriek, aiming straight for Renn's throat.

This shot was his masterpiece, a culmination of his life's learning—fast, accurate, and ruthless, leaving no room for error.

However, despite this fatal blow, Renn's face remained expressionless.

Just as Silver's spear was about to strike him, he moved.

Instead of retreating, Ryan took a step forward, raising his kitchen knife, Paoding, at an incredible angle.

His movements were slow, even somewhat freehand, as if he were not blocking, but cutting a piece of top-quality beef.

clang!

The knife and the gun collided precisely in mid-air.

There was no loud roar, only a clear, pleasant sound, like jade striking each other.

Silver felt a strange, spiraling force coming from the tip of the gun, easily deflecting his powerful strike and even causing him to stumble to the side.

Immediately afterwards, Ryan's kitchen knife followed closely, the blade gliding past his gun and aiming straight for his wrist.

Silver was terrified and immediately drew his gun and retreated.

The two figures darted and collided rapidly on the deck, leaving behind afterimages.

Silver's marksmanship was fierce and domineering, with wide and powerful strokes, each move heavy and forceful.

In contrast, Raine's swordsmanship was completely different. He had no fixed moves; he simply followed Silver's attack trajectory, searching for the smallest opening.

Every strike he made was perfectly timed, like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, always able to neutralize the opponent's most ferocious attacks with minimal effort.

Silver felt like a bull being toyed with; no matter how hard he tried, it was as if he was hitting a ball of cotton, unable to exert any force.

But the opponent's knife was like a persistent ailment, always managing to threaten him from the most cunning angles.

The sparring match left Gatz, who was watching from the sidelines, dazzled. He scratched his head and asked Dorum with a puzzled look, "How... how is this going to work? It seems like Silver is attacking relentlessly, but the head chef doesn't seem to be moving much."

"What do you know!"

Dorum gave him a look that said, "You're too young," and said sagely, "That's called skill! Silver uses brute force, while the head chef uses technique! Didn't you see? The head chef anticipated every single one of Silver's attacks; he was using the opponent's force against them!"

Gatz was completely confused, but seeing Ryan's leisurely demeanor, his awe of the head chef deepened.

He felt that all his previous understanding of the head chef had been overturned, as if he had seen a docile sheep suddenly pull out a Gatling gun.

Ultimately, the duel ended with Raine gently placing her kitchen knife against Silver's neck.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Silver's forehead. Looking into Ryan's calm, unwavering eyes, he said sincerely, "I lost."

"Your gun is fast, but it's too aggressive, which affects your accuracy."

Renn sheathed his knife and gave a professional assessment.

This exchange made the atmosphere on the ship more harmonious.

The monsters finally found a third common hobby besides eating and fighting—watching the head chef beat up Silver.

In these noisy, chaotic yet vibrant days, the Qinglong sailed for more than half a month.

This super warship, representing the pinnacle of naval technology, has now become a mobile monster's lair, or rather, a maritime amusement park.

On the deck, Gatz and Newgate were performing their daily rituals.