Chapter 1759 Napoleon VS Yamato (21)

Yamato couldn't help feeling a little helpless. She knew very well that unless Napoleon was completely defeated, this stubborn kid would never surrender.

Thinking of this, Yamato used his unique skill without hesitation - "Divine Foot·White Snake Drive"!

As Yamato roared, her body rushed out like lightning, surrounded by a layer of icy mist.

The cold fog quickly condensed and gradually formed the shape of a huge god with a big mouth, which pounced towards Napoleon with its fangs and claws.

Faced with this fierce attack, Napoleon did not dare to be negligent at all. He immediately became fully alert and responded with full concentration.

The moment he saw the blur in front of his eyes, he realized that the next wave of fierce attack was coming.

However, at this time Yamato was completely shrouded in the cold fog, her figure was looming in the fog, as fast as lightning, sweeping towards Napoleon in an overwhelming manner.

The thick cold fog seemed like an impenetrable barrier, completely isolating Napoleon's observation Haki, making it impossible for him to detect Yamato's specific location and movements.

This move "Divine Foot: White Snake Drive" was actually learned by Yamato from Esdeath.

At this moment, facing Napoleon, whose reaction was obviously inferior to his own, this advantage was infinitely magnified.

Napoleon could only rely on his naked eyes to capture Yamato's figure, but the surrounding cold fog blocked his sight, making his observation extremely difficult.

In this pitch-black cold fog, Yamato's figure seemed to blend into the fog, making it difficult to detect.

Napoleon stood where he was, looking around vigilantly, but the cold fog was so thick that he had no way of predicting where Yamato would attack from.

At this moment, Napoleon suddenly heard the sound of wind whistling in his ears, the sound came from far away and was getting closer at a very fast speed.

He immediately became alert and swung the trident of Poseidon in his hand like lightning, sweeping towards the direction where the sound came from.

With a "bang", a ball of ice mist appeared in front of Napoleon.

His trident collided with the ice mist, making a crisp sound.

Napoleon looked closely and saw that the ice mist was actually cut into two pieces by his halberd.

However, just when Napoleon was relieved, a deep voice sounded behind him: "You've been fooled!"

Napoleon's heart tightened and he wanted to turn around to respond, but it was too late.

Yamato appeared behind him like a ghost, the mace in his hand was wrapped with blue-purple lightning, which looked particularly dazzling in this world full of white cold fog.

The blue-purple mace, with unparalleled power, smashed down towards Napoleon's right leg like a falling meteor.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the sound of broken bones seemed particularly harsh in the silent cold fog.

Napoleon groaned, as if all the strength in his body was drained away at that moment. His right leg suddenly softened and he knelt on one knee, his body shaking involuntarily.

Every time he trembled, he felt a piercing pain coming from his right leg, as if countless fine needles were piercing his muscles and bones at the same time.

A trickle of blood slowly flowed out from his right leg. At first it was just a little bit, like a red plum blossom blooming on the ice, but soon the red plum blossom spread rapidly, dyeing a large area of ​​the ice under his feet red.

The blood coagulated into dark red clots on the cold ice surface, forming a sharp contrast with the white ice surface.

Napoleon's face was distorted by severe pain. He clenched his teeth and cold sweat flowed down his forehead like a fountain.

His eyes were wide open, filled with pain and unwillingness, but he did not utter a groan. He just silently endured the endless torture.

Yamato's attack did not stop. After a successful move, she raised the mace in her hand again without hesitation and chopped it down on Napoleon's head like a mountain crushing an egg.

This stick contained enormous power, with a sound of breaking through the air, as if it was going to split Napoleon directly in half.

Faced with this fatal blow, Napoleon knew he had no way out.

He took a deep breath, used all his strength, and swung the Trident of Poseidon in his hand towards Yamato's waist.

This is a tactic of trading injury for injury. He wants to use his own injury to exploit Yamato's weakness.

Yamato was shocked when she saw this. She didn't expect that Napoleon could launch such a fierce counterattack despite being so seriously injured.

She quickly withdrew her hand and held the mace horizontally in front of her, trying to block Napoleon's attack.

There was a loud "clang" sound, like the sound of a huge bell, which made the entire ice surface tremble slightly.

Napoleon's trident of Poseidon collided fiercely with Yamato's mace, splashing sparks.

The huge reaction force made Napoleon fly backwards again, and his body drew an arc in the air like a kite with a broken string.

However, this time, he did not passively endure this force as before, but cleverly used this reaction force to quickly distance himself from Yamato.

After flying for dozens of meters in the air, Napoleon finally stabilized his body.

He thrust his halberd into the ice, sending up a cloud of ice chips, and with the help of the force he managed to stop himself from retreating.

"Damn ice fog!"

Napoleon's eyes were wide open as he stared at the pitch-dark environment around him, and the anger and resentment in his heart erupted like a volcano.

In the next second, Napoleon's aura suddenly exploded like a volcanic eruption.

His body trembled slightly, as if an endless power was being released within him.

Along with this powerful momentum, a golden lightning suddenly emerged from Napoleon's body and quickly coiled around him like a nimble snake.

Wherever the golden lightning passed, the ice mist near Napoleon was like a burning paper, instantly annihilated and disappeared without a trace.

Napoleon held the trident of Poseidon high above his head, and his roar exploded in the air like thunder: "Break!"

Following this roar, the golden domineering aura swept over like a surging torrent, with Napoleon as the center.

This domineering aura was like an unstoppable force, fiercely impacting the endless cold fog around it and dispersing it bit by bit.

The powerful impact force was like thunder, with unparalleled power, impacting everything around it in an unstoppable manner.

Whether it was hard ice or cold fog, in front of this powerful force, they all seemed so fragile, as if they were made of paper, and were torn and shattered in an instant.