Chapter 1713: Battle for Route 1 (7)

"Devil Fruit user!"

This thought flashed through Napoleon's mind instantly. Apart from that, he really couldn't think of any other explanation to explain this strange scene before him.

Pizarro's body merged into the ground like water. In the blink of an eye, the ground suddenly bulged and deformed rapidly as if under a spell, eventually forming a huge human face whose outline was exactly the same as Pizarro's.

Immediately afterwards, a huge hand made of mud suddenly stretched out from the earth. With a whistling sound, it slammed towards Napoleon like a mountain.

Wherever this palm passed, the air was stirred and buzzing, as if the entire New Beehive Island was shaking because of this palm.

Napoleon stood there, staring up at the huge hand of earth and stone above his head, his face becoming solemn.

\"Is this the ability of the Nature-type Earth-Earth Fruit?\"

He thought to himself, but his hands did not pause at all.

Napoleon clenched his right fist, and in an instant, a dazzling golden lightning wrapped around his right fist like a roaring golden dragon.

He threw the punch without hesitation, with the force of thunder, and smashed it hard at the huge palm of earth and stone that was hitting him.

There was a loud bang, and the huge palm of earth and stone shattered like a mirror the moment it collided with Napoleon's fist, and countless mud and stones flew everywhere.

However, this seemingly powerful blow did not seem to have any substantial impact on Pizarro, who had already merged into the earth.

Seeing this, Napoleon suddenly exerted force on his feet, and his whole body flew into the air like a cannonball, and then smashed straight into the big clay face that Pizarro had turned into like a meteor.

His feet stepped accurately on the huge mud face, splashing up a cloud of dust.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

The big clay face suddenly opened its huge mouth like a bottomless pit, trying to swallow Napoleon in one gulp.

Faced with this sudden change, Napoleon frowned tightly. He obviously did not expect Pizarro to have such a trick.

However, his reaction speed was extremely fast. Almost in an instant, the golden thunder that was originally only wrapped around his right fist spread rapidly like ignited gunpowder, covering his entire body in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful golden shock wave gushed out from Napoleon's body, like a volcanic eruption, and rushed straight into the sky.

The energy contained in this shock wave was extremely terrifying. The surrounding air was torn apart, making crackling sounds.

Napoleon's right fist was like lightning, with the force of thunder, smashing hard on the ground beneath his feet.

In an instant, a dazzling golden shock wave erupted like a volcano, hitting the ground beneath the feet with an overwhelming force.

The earth seemed to be enraged by this powerful force and began to tremble violently, with soil and rocks flying everywhere like raindrops.

The entire island seemed to be shaken by an invisible giant hand, and it shook three times in a row, as if it could fall apart at any time.

This sudden change caused all the intact buildings on the island to suffer severe damage in an instant. They shattered and collapsed one after another, and the smoke and dust raised covered the sky, as if the end of the world had come.

"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream came from the ground under Napoleon's feet, as if the earth was groaning in pain.

Immediately afterwards, a figure shot out from the ground like a cannonball. It was Pizarro.

Pizarro was covered in blood at this time, his body tumbling in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

He knelt on one knee, supporting his body with his hands, gasping for breath. Blood gushed out of his mouth and splattered on the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Pizarro looked extremely miserable, his face full of pain and fear. It was obvious that this punch had caused him extremely serious damage and directly took half of his life.

However, Napoleon showed no mercy.

"Whatever fruit you have, take my punch!"

After saying that, he raised his hammer-like fist again and rushed towards Pizarro like a mad beast.

This scene frightened Pizarro so much that his soul was scared out of his wits. Extreme fear appeared on his face and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Faced with such a fierce attack from Napoleon, he completely lost the courage to resist and could only watch Napoleon's fist getting closer and closer.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Pizarro, blocking Napoleon's way.

This man was none other than Jotte. He was drunk and his steps were staggering, but his eyes were fixed on Napoleon, and the fear in his eyes could not be concealed.

At this moment, Joet suddenly opened his mouth and a powerful force gushed out of his mouth. A large amount of wine rushed straight towards Napoleon like a surging column of water.

Napoleon saw the column of wine rushing towards him like a ferocious beast. Although he was not afraid, he still felt a little nauseous, so he quickly dodged to the side, trying to avoid the impact of the column of water.

However, just as Napoleon turned sideways, something unexpected happened.

The water column that was supposed to be just ordinary wine suddenly seemed to be ignited in mid-air and instantly burst into flames.

The flames spread rapidly, forming a huge fireball that completely enveloped Napoleon's figure.

It all happened so fast that Napoleon had no time to react before he was hit by the sudden fire.

The power of the fire explosion was so great that Napoleon was blown away by the powerful impact.

By the time he finally rushed out of the flames, he was covered in dust and looked in a miserable state.

His originally golden hair had now turned black, with obvious signs of being burned at the ends, as if it had just experienced a terrible fire.

Napoleon could never have imagined that the water sprayed by Jot would suddenly explode into flames in mid-air. This was completely beyond his expectations.

He sniffed the smell of alcohol around him and immediately realized that all this was because of the alcohol.

"It's drinks!"

Napoleon roared in anger, staring at Choate who was running away with Pizarro in his arms, his eyes full of resentment.

"Another fruit ability user!"

Napoleon said through gritted teeth.

At this moment, two figures suddenly appeared on Napoleon's left and right sides like ghosts.