Chapter 1368 Whitebeard Pirates (7)

He was secretly shocked. The legendary pirate before him was indeed worthy of his reputation. His strength was so unfathomable, so strong and so powerful.

However, for some reason, in this unparalleled domineering aura, Napoleon felt something strange - it seemed that this seemingly unparalleled domineering aura was a little lacking in confidence, and the follow-up power seemed a little scarce.

"Little devil, enough is enough!"

Whitebeard suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly, his voice was like a huge bell, resounding through the sky.

His eyes were wide open and he glared at Napoleon fiercely. The anger in his eyes seemed to be able to burn everything.

Napoleon met Whitebeard's oppressive gaze without flinching. The two men looked at each other, and for a moment the air seemed to freeze, and the surroundings fell into deathly silence.

On the bow of Poseidon, the tall Napoleon stood firmly, his sharp eyes piercing through the sea, staring at the equally imposing Whitebeard on the opposite side.

Marco, who was standing between the two of them, was completely ignored by them.

At this moment when the atmosphere was so heavy that it was suffocating, a loud noise came from behind Napoleon.

I saw several strong fishmen working together to carry a huge wine barrel.

This wine barrel is several meters high and requires several people to move it.

They carried the barrel with difficulty to Napoleon's side and then put it down carefully.

Napoleon stretched out his left hand effortlessly and grabbed the three or four meter high wine barrel as easily as grabbing a chicken.

At the same time, his right hand quickly picked up the trident of Poseidon that was inserted beside him.

Then, he suddenly exerted force, jumped out in one step, and flew towards the ship where Whitebeard was like a cannonball.

After landing, he walked towards Whitebeard step by step steadily and slowly.

At this moment, both the crew members of both sides and the people watching from afar were nervously watching the upcoming confrontation. Everyone's heart was in their throat, afraid of missing any exciting moment.

Finally, Napoleon walked up to Whitebeard and stopped.

He raised his head slightly, staring at the legendary figure in front of him, and suddenly raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "I'm sorry, I just got on the enemy ship and I got a little intimidated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the domineering aura that was originally surging on his body instantly dissipated without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Seeing this scene, White Beard snorted coldly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But soon, he also withdrew his domineering aura.

However, despite this, his face still looked very gloomy, and he was obviously wary and dissatisfied with Napoleon's arrival.

"When I see your face, the wound that bastard left on me starts to hurt again!"

As Whitebeard spoke, he raised his right hand and gently stroked the hideous sword wound on his chest.

This scar was the mark left by a fierce battle many years ago, and he still remembers it vividly.

When he mentioned this matter, his face became heavier, as if the painful memories came back to his mind again.

The fierce battle with Charlotte was undoubtedly the most embarrassing and darkest moment for him since he set out to sea.

Looking back on the past, even when facing the once-mighty Captain Rocks, I had never felt such tremendous pressure as heavy as a mountain that made me breathless.

In this battle, he was defeated miserably and lost almost everything.

Napoleon's gaze slowly moved to Whitebeard's chest, where there were several hideous scars crisscrossing each other. One of them was particularly eye-catching, obviously a deep wound left by a sharp sword.

Then, he turned his gaze to the various medical devices densely inserted into Whitebeard's body.

At this moment, Napoleon keenly noticed a line of fine print clearly marked on a piece of medical equipment - Produced by the Rockefeller Kingdom.

"I came here not to start a war, but to bring precious things that can heal wounds and diseases!"

While loudly explaining his purpose, Napoleon raised his left hand, handed the jug of wine in his hand to Whitebeard and gently opened the lid.

In an instant, a rich and mellow aroma of wine surged out like a wild horse and quickly filled the air.

This tempting aroma seemed to have some kind of magical power, causing the originally tense Whitebeard to swallow his saliva involuntarily, and his expression became much softer.

Afterwards, Napoleon and Whitebeard sat opposite each other.

In front of Napoleon, there was an extremely large wine bowl, standing in front of him like a small hill.

He effortlessly lifted the giant wine barrel that was three or four meters high with one hand, then shook his wrist slightly, and with a crisp and pleasant sound of splashing, the fine wine poured down like a waterfall, falling accurately into the bowl, splashing crystal clear water.

Then, Napoleon's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a confident and slightly playful smile.

He swung his arm violently, and the remaining wine barrel seemed to be given life, flying straight towards Whitebeard.

Seeing this, Whitebeard calmly stretched out his big hand and easily caught the wine barrel that was flying towards him.

His eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he had obtained a rare treasure.

Then, without saying a word, he raised the barrel of wine to his mouth and drank it down with one gulp.

One could hear the constant sound of "gulp gulp". Whitebeard was swallowing the wine in big gulps, his throat rolling up and down, and he looked like a hungry and thirsty beast.

Before long, the barrel of wine was empty.

"Hmm...it tastes really good!"

Whitebeard wiped his mouth contentedly, threw the wine barrel aside, then turned to look at Napoleon and praised him with a smile.

"This is a fine wine from Fishman Island. It has a mellow taste and a rich aroma. It is indeed a rare fine wine!"

Hearing Whitebeard's praise, Napoleon put down his wine bowl, smiled slightly, and responded:

At this moment, Whitebeard suddenly changed the subject, stared at Napoleon with his eyes, and laughed: "Boy, I heard that you defeated Katakuri, who is known as the 'greatest masterpiece of the Charlotte family' not long ago? It's amazing! You Rockefeller family members are really monsters!"

As he spoke, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

In response to Whitebeard's praise, Napoleon just smiled faintly, as if he didn't take it to heart.

After all, for him, defeating a strong enemy is just a common thing.