Chapter 1200
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Darrow acted quickly. The sniper rifle in his hand fired continuously, and each bullet was amazingly powerful.
At the same time, his steps did not stop at all, and he kept running and changing positions. After firing a shot, he immediately moved, never confronting Katakuri head-on, and used the tactics of flying kites to consume the opponent.
The whistling bullets poured towards Katakuri like dense raindrops.
However, facing such a fierce attack, Katakuri did not show any fear or retreat.
His body reacted quickly and moved flexibly.
At the same time, pictures kept appearing in his mind, as if he knew every move and attack method of the enemy in advance.
Katakuri bent his waist slightly and cleverly dodged several deadly bullets shot at his head.
Then, his body began to swing quickly from side to side, jumping on the spot at an amazing speed, successfully avoiding one bullet after another.
For others, these bullets may be impossible to dodge, but in Katakuri's eyes, they are like being slowed down, and their flight trajectories can be clearly seen.
All this is thanks to his powerful observation Haki - predicting the future.
With this ability, Katakuri can predict the trajectory of the bullets in advance, so as to make precise evasive movements.
In his eyes, these bullets are no longer a threat, but a challenge that can be easily dealt with.
"Da Da Da!"
As a burst of fierce gunfire sounded, countless bullets drew arcs in the air and flew towards Katakuri.
But surprisingly, no bullet could hit him.
Katakuri's figure shuttled freely in the rain of bullets like a ghost, which was amazing.
After dodging the bullets, Katakuri looked at Daro, without any color in his eyes.
"You like shooting, right? Then come and taste my bullets!"
Katakuri put down the trident and showed a sneer on his face.
His hands changed rapidly, and his arms instantly turned into two machine guns, with the black muzzles pointed at Darrow.
"Not good!"
Darrow was horrified, he didn't expect Katakuri to have such an ability.
But it was too late to dodge.
The next second.
"Unparalleled Rice Cake Blade Bullet!"
Katakuri shouted, and countless rice cake bullets covered with armed color domineering sprayed out from the muzzle of the machine gun like a storm, with powerful power and speed, shooting at Darrow crazily.
Each rice cake bullet contains huge power and can easily penetrate steel and rock.
They drew black trajectories in the air, forming a dense barrage, leaving people nowhere to escape.
Darrow could only dodge desperately, but was still hit by some rice cake bullets, and multiple wounds appeared on his body.
"Damn it! How can this guy have so many strange abilities?"
Darrow cursed in his heart.
He originally thought that he had mastered the opponent's strength, but now it seems that Katakuri's strength is far more than that.
He must find a way to break through this round of attacks, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
Just as Darrow was desperately dodging.
Napoleon looked at Darrow who was being beaten, and his face struggled for a moment, his heart full of entanglement and contradiction.
However, when his eyes turned to Darrow, a firm determination flashed in his eyes.
"I am Napoleon!"
As if reminding himself not to forget his identity and responsibility.
With these words, Napoleon rushed up without hesitation.
"Water Dragon Roar!"
Napoleon raised the trident in his hand, and a strong sea current gathered on the trident in an instant.
He took firm steps and rushed towards Katakuri.
In a few breaths, a huge water dragon appeared above Katakuri, and Napoleon jumped and jumped above Katakuri's head.
With the sound of rushing water, Katakuri turned his head and looked at Napoleon who rushed over his head.
His eyes stayed on the water flow controlled by Napoleon for a moment, and a solemn look appeared on his face.
"Ah!"
Napoleon shouted, and the water dragon opened its huge mouth and pounced on Katakuri, trying to swallow him in one bite.
Although such an attack does not pose much threat to Katakuri, the key is that this is sea water.
As a devil fruit ability user, who can withstand the attack of sea water.
It can be said that the threat of sea water is no weaker than that of a general.
"Rice cake shield!"
Katakuri immediately let go of the attack on Darrow and pulled his right arm violently.
A shield made of rice cakes rose.
The water dragon bit on the rice cake shield, splashing a lot of water.
The surface of the rice cake shield seemed to melt, and milky white liquid kept dripping.
After the sea water dispersed.
After Katakuri put away the rice cake.
The next moment.
"Roasted rice cake!"
His left arm seemed to be burning, wrapped in flames, with a hot breath, and blasted towards Napoleon's chest like a meteor.
"What? Flame!"
Napoleon's eyes widened, his face full of astonishment.
He was obviously a superhuman-type Mochi Mochi fruit ability user, how could he produce flames?
However, at this moment, there was no time to think about the reason.
Facing this sudden attack, Napoleon could only quickly raise the trident and block it in front of him.
With a loud clang, the fist burning with flames was like a huge hammer, smashing hard on the trident.
In an instant, a huge impact force surged like a flood, with a deafening buzzing sound.
The trident seemed to be shaken by this force and lost control, shaking violently.
Napoleon only felt the trident shaking violently in his hand, his arms were paralyzed, as if he was electrocuted, and the trident in his hand was instantly out of control.
In the blink of an eye, it broke free from Napoleon's hand and flew away like a wild horse.
Napoleon couldn't believe it, watching the trident draw an arc in the air, fly a hundred meters away, and then heavily inserted into the boulder.
Then.
The flaming fist burning with rice cakes came towards Napoleon's chest with blazing flames like a burning meteor.
With a loud bang, Katakuri's fist hit Napoleon's chest fiercely.
Napoleon instantly felt a powerful force coming from his chest, as if a mountain was pressing on him.
He widened his eyes, his face flushed, and looked at everything happening in front of him in disbelief.
With a puff, Napoleon felt the blood in his body flow backwards, and an irresistible impulse surged into his heart.
There was a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, dyeing the surrounding air red.
His body flew backwards hundreds of meters in the air, and blood splashed in the air, forming a scarlet mist, like a blooming blood flower.
