Chapter 1367 Whitebeard Pirates (6)

However, who could have expected that after only a dozen years, those opponents who once stood shoulder to shoulder with him would have left him far behind.

What is even more unbelievable is that the young man who appeared in front of him at this moment, Napoleon, who was not even twenty years old, had actually reached a level that was enough to compete with him, and even had a tendency to surpass him.

Faced with such a cruel and unacceptable reality, Marco's mood was extremely complicated, with all kinds of feelings intertwined, making him feel mixed emotions.

When Marco's strange voice reached Napoleon's ears, Napoleon looked towards the source of the sound with interest - it was Marco.

At this moment, Napoleon's eyes were as hot as burning flames, with a hint of provocation flashing in them, as if a hungry lion was staring at his prey that was about to be caught; or it could be said that it was a look of extreme dominance that made people dare not look into his eyes.

Marco naturally felt the oppressive gaze from Napoleon. He subconsciously clenched his fists tightly, and his joints turned slightly white due to excessive force.

However, facing such a powerful opponent, Marco did not intend to retreat, but he became secretly alert in his heart.

At this moment, the corners of Napoleon's mouth slowly rose, outlining an arc that seemed like a smile but not a smile.

The next second, an extremely terrifying aura suddenly rose from his body like a volcanic eruption, and locked onto Marco with lightning speed.

The momentum was so strong that it even caused the surrounding air to distort.

At the same time, Napoleon's domineering aura suddenly bloomed like a dazzling golden sun, and the bright golden light was mixed with traces of heart-pounding blood red.

The two colors interweave and blend together to form a unique and stunning visual effect.

Along with the release of this domineering power, an invisible shock wave carrying overwhelming force rushed straight towards Marco!

Because the incident happened suddenly, Marco had no time to make any effective defensive moves.

The shock wave hit his brain hard, causing him to fall into an extreme dizziness for an instant, as if he had been hit hard on the head by a sledgehammer.

His steps staggered involuntarily, and he took a big step back before he could barely steady himself.

After a long while, Marco finally came back to his senses from his brief state of unconsciousness.

At this moment, his expression was extremely solemn, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He stared at Napoleon in front of him, knowing that the other party's sudden attack was obviously a warning to him.

Napoleon also looked at Marco, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

In his opinion, although Marco is also a strong opponent, there is still a big gap between him and Katakuri.

But even so, Napoleon did not dare to take it lightly, because the real difficulty of Marco lies in the special ability granted by the Phoenix Fruit he possesses.

The mythical beast species, coupled with its astonishingly terrifying recovery ability, is simply an immortal cockroach on the battlefield.

If you want to defeat such a being, you must deliver a fatal blow to it. Otherwise, even if it is seriously injured, it will recover quickly in an instant.

Such a perverted ability, coupled with his own extraordinary strength, means that there are only a handful of people in this world who are capable of killing Marco in a short period of time, and they can be counted on one hand.

If you cannot deplete your opponent's physical strength and put him into a state of exhaustion, then it is almost impossible to confront him head-on and successfully kill him.

Napoleon's gaze was like a cold poisonous snake, slowly moving away from Marco's body, and then scanning the entire Whitebeard Pirates.

At this moment, Qiao Zi, who was standing aside, suddenly changed his expression and shouted to the young people around him: "Not good, young people, get out!"

However, it was too late.

Only a muffled "buzz" sound was heard, and an incomparably powerful and domineering aura suddenly burst out from Napoleon.

This domineering aura was like a surging torrent, sweeping madly in all directions with overwhelming force.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to be shrouded by this invisible pressure, making it hard to breathe.

The shock wave formed by the domineering aura hit everyone like a raging storm.

All of a sudden, a huge pressure like a mountain falling down from the sky, hitting the shoulders of the Whitebeard Pirates heavily.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of people falling to the ground continued one after another.

The young crew members were completely unable to withstand the horrific impact and fell heavily onto the hard deck.

Their bodies were twitching, foam was flying from their mouths, and they looked horrible.

This sudden scene made all the old crew members of the Whitebeard Pirates present furious and angry. This was undoubtedly a great humiliation and provocation to the Whitebeard Pirates.

There was a loud bang, like thunder striking out of nowhere, and the entire sea surface seemed to tremble slightly.

Whitebeard's majestic body like a mountain suddenly stood up, as fast as lightning, and a gust of wind whistled past.

At the same time, the mighty Kusunokiri in his hand was hit heavily on the hard deck, making a crisp and loud impact sound, as if it was going to shatter the entire ship.

In an instant, a surging, overwhelming domineering aura burst out from Whitebeard.

This domineering aura is as powerful as a raging wave, and its power is even stronger than that of Napoleon, who is known as the "God of the Sea".

In the blink of an eye, these two equally shocking domineering auras collided fiercely, stirring up countless shock waves visible to the naked eye, which spread wildly in all directions.

Whitebeard's domineering aura was like an indestructible shield, firmly blocking his sons, whom he regarded as treasures, and forcibly blocking Napoleon's fierce and unparalleled domineering aura.

His face was solemn and his expression was extremely stern. His eyes were fixed on Napoleon opposite him. There was a chilling light flashing in his eyes, as if if the other party made the slightest movement, he would be hit by his thunderous blow immediately.

Napoleon felt the terrifying pressure and deterrence emanating from Whitebeard, and his heart sank. His already solemn expression became even more heavy.