Chapter 1280 Katakuri (die together?)

Blood gushed out from his wounds continuously, almost dyeing his entire body red. From a distance, he looked like he had just crawled out of a pool of blood, with his entire body bathed in blood.

Especially his arms, the one-meter-long spikes penetrated deeply into the flesh and even collided violently with the bones.

If it were an ordinary person, his arms would probably have been disabled and unusable long ago.

Fortunately, Napoleon possessed an extraordinarily strong physique. Even after suffering such a severe blow, he still gritted his teeth and stubbornly waved the trident in his hand, trying to resist the enemy's attack.

In this way, Napoleon continued to retreat while enduring great pain.

Gradually, he was forced into a corner with no way out.

Fortunately, this round of extremely fierce attacks finally stopped temporarily.

Looking at Katakuri who launched the attack at this time, the situation was not much better.

His face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless, and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, forming a shocking pool of blood on the ground.

Obviously, although the tens of thousands of spikes attacking just now were incredibly powerful, they also consumed a huge amount of energy on Katakuri himself.

Just from the look on his face at this moment, it can be seen that this battle is an extremely difficult and hard fight for both sides.

Katakuri fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

He just knelt on one knee, his body trembling slightly, and one hand struggling to support the ground to avoid completely collapsing.

His face was as pale as paper and his brows were tightly furrowed, revealing unbearable pain.

His originally sharp and determined eyes now became somewhat wandering, as if they had lost focus.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Napoleon who was still standing proudly not far in front of him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Although he had not completely fallen down at this time, he knew very well in his heart that this fierce confrontation would ultimately end with his defeat.

Thinking back to two and a half years ago, this opponent in front of him was easily killed by me with a single punch. However, in just two and a half years, the opponent has grown to such a level that he can not only compete with me, but is even about to defeat me.

The sense of loss brought about by this huge gap made Katakuri feel that everything was as unreal as an illusory dream.

His vision gradually blurred, but he still tried to stare at the bloody, staggering but refusing to surrender figure of Napoleon not far away.

For some reason, the more Katakuri looked at her, the more he felt that the person in front of him was like the one who had once deeply shocked and touched him.

Thinking of this, Katakuri couldn't help but cough violently again, and then a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing on the ground in front of him.

His entire aura instantly became extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

"Ahem... admit... admit defeat. You no longer have the strength to continue fighting!"

Napoleon's voice came, with a strong sense of fatigue and panting.

No one knew how long the battle between them lasted. In this dim awakening space, there was neither the sun hanging high in the sky nor the gentle and bright moon, nor any obvious signs to distinguish between day and night.

The long time seemed to have solidified into eternity here, and only the powerful force fluctuations generated by the constant collision and confrontation between the two people proved the cruelty and intensity of this life-and-death battle.

"Give up? Do you know what you are saying, kid?"

Katakuri raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a scornful smile, and stared at Napoleon in front of him.

Although he was covered in wounds and looked horrible at the moment, his tall and straight body still stood as firmly as an unshakable mountain.

"Winning or losing is still undecided!"

Katakuri roared, his facial muscles twisted horribly with anger, his veins bulging as if they would explode at any time.

He suddenly raised one hand and pressed it hard on the ground beneath his feet.

In an instant, the originally dark purple ground was quickly engulfed by a thick blackness as if it had been splashed with ink.

The armed color domineering covers the entire awakening space!

Napoleon looked at Katakuri who was using the Armament Haki almost crazily, even covering the entire ground with it, and his heart was filled with confusion and shock.

You know, the space they are in is nearly one thousand square meters!

To cover such a vast area with Armament Haki, it would require an enormous amount of physical strength and energy!

Doesn't this guy worry at all that he will run out of energy due to excessive use of Haki?

In fact, Napoleon's doubts were not unreasonable.

However, at this moment, Katakuri's mentality has completely collapsed.

All the methods he had used before were easily cracked by Napoleon, and now there are only a few ways left for him to win.

Facing the powerful Napoleon, Katakuri knew that the possibility of defeating him was slim.

Since we can't defeat the enemy, let's just fight to the death and die together!

Thinking of this, Katakuri's eyes flashed with an extremely crazy light, and an unparalleled domineering aura burst out from his body, like a violent hurricane sweeping around.

He clenched his teeth and used up the last bit of strength in his body.

“Mochi squeeze!”

Katakuri roared and suddenly stood up like a god of war.

I saw him with his arms outstretched, his muscles tense and veins bulging, as if he contained endless power.

Then he pulled with both arms suddenly, and the movement was like pulling a huge bowstring.

Following his action, the originally calm rice cake walls around him began to slowly shrink inward as if pulled by some mysterious force.

Every inch of movement brought with it a heart-pounding feeling of oppression, as if a mountain that was about to collapse was gradually shrinking its body.

However, just after Katakuri released this shocking final move, his body seemed to be drained of all strength and he could no longer support his own weight.

The back that was once straight and indestructible now fell backwards weakly.

Finally, he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes closed, and he was already unconscious on the spot.

At the same time, the surrounding awakening space began to shrink rapidly.

The speed was so fast that people had no time to react.