Chapter 1270 Napoleon vs Katakuri (I)

"Run! It's the pirates coming!"

At the port, the originally peaceful and peaceful residents of Clark Island were instantly panicked when they caught a glimpse of the flying pirate flag.

They were like a disturbed swarm of bees, running wildly towards the back mountain, shouting and screaming one after another.

Napoleon, standing at the bow of the boat, held his hands in his chest and looked around the island in front of him with a cold look.

It is only half the size of Kame Island, but it has a unique charm.

The towns are built along the mountain and are distributed scattered at the foot of the mountain.

However, Napoleon did not have the heart to appreciate these beautiful scenery at this moment, and the unforgettable failure that had struck him two and a half years ago.

At that time, Napoleon was young and energetic, and thought he was strong, but he did not expect that in the battle with Katakuli, he was defeated by the opponent with just one punch.

Not only that, he was unfortunately captured and became a prisoner of his opponent.

From that moment on, shame was deeply imprinted in his heart.

In order to wash away this shame, Napoleon returned to his aunt and began two and a half years of hard training like a nightmare.

Every day, he endured pain and pressure that ordinary people could not imagine, but he never gave up because the flame of revenge was always burning in his heart.

Now, I finally waited for this moment.

Napoleon set foot on the land of Clark Island, followed by a large number of strong fishman subordinates.

They were aggressive and murderous, which undoubtedly further aggravated the panic atmosphere in the town.

Looking at the residents who were running around, Napoleon couldn't help but feel a hint of pity in his heart.

The upcoming war will likely turn this beautiful island into ruins, and innocent people will suffer a catastrophe.

But his determination to revenge made him unable to stop

"Let the residents of the island leave. A big war is about to happen here. Once the war begins, the island will be destroyed!"

Napoleon looked at Murah, Muir and the other person with a serious expression, and said in an unquestionable tone.

"yes!"

Mura and the other two dared not be negligent, and immediately turned around and led their subordinates to take action.

They quickly shuttled between the streets and alleys of Clark Island, shouting loudly: "Escape quickly! Disaster is coming here!"

After hearing the news, residents of Clark Island fell into great panic.

This island is where they have lived for generations and is their roots. Now that they are told to be destroyed, how can it not be heartbroken?

However, in this world where the strong prey on the weak, no one cares about the feelings of these weak people.

This is the cruelty of reality. Only the strong can dominate everything, and the weak can only silently bear the arrangement of fate.

Although their hearts were filled with reluctance and sadness, the residents still packed up their most important items and followed the members of the Lion Pirates to safe areas with their families.

For a moment, cries and shouts were heard all over the island, and the scene was chaotic.

At this time, Napoleon stood quietly at the port alone, staring firmly at the sea in the distance.

He had been waiting here for two days and two nights without any slacking off.

Finally, just early in the morning of the third day, Napoleon opened his eyes suddenly.

I saw a huge ship galloping towards this side on the distant sea line.

A flag was flying high on the ship, which was the symbol of the BIGMOM Pirates.

"Here you come!"

Napoleon whispered to himself, then slowly stood up.

He waved his right hand lightly, and the trident that had been deeply inserted into the stone seemed to be summoned, instantly broke free from the bondage and flew into his hand like lightning.

At this moment, Napoleon, holding a trident in his hand, emitted an unparalleled powerful aura all over his body, as if he was ready to welcome this battle of life and death.

Time flows quietly like a trickle of water, passing by minute by second.

Finally, Katakuli's magnificent ship docked steadily at the port.

He was as quick as a cheetah, jumped out of the ship alone, then landed steadily on the ground with his feet and stood on the wide port.

On the other side, a figure, dozens of meters away from Katakuli, also stood a figure - Napoleon.

The two of them stood quietly across a distance of not short distance.

There was a quiet surroundings, as if even the slight heartbeats of each other could be clearly heard.

"You're here!"

Napoleon was the first to break the silence. His face was as quiet as water, his eyes staring straight at Katakuli, without seeing any emotional fluctuations.

"I am coming!"

Katakuri responded, his voice equally calm and calm.

But then, a hint of hesitation suddenly flashed across his face. After a moment of pause, he turned his eyes to Napoleon opposite him again.

"You shouldn't have come!"

Katakuri frowned and his tone slightly heaviered.

"But I'm here anyway!"

Napoleon's mouth raised slightly, showing a confident smile.

At the same time, he held the Sea God Trident shining with cold light in his hand and began to wield it smoothly and freely, each wave brought a sharp sound of wind.

As he danced, the fighting spirit on his body gradually rose like a raging fire.

"This time, you may not have the luck as good as you were back then. You know, mom has made up her mind to never let you go easily!"

Katakuli stared at Napoleon's face, which had lost its former tenderness and now appeared to be increasingly determined and full of heroism, and warned solemnly.

"Hmph! I will not fail again, and you will never have a chance to defeat me again!"

Poron snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, and he was completely disregarded by Katakuri's warning.

"Since that's the case, let's speak with our strength!"

Katakuri said with a cold face.

Before he finished speaking, his expression became extremely cold in an instant, and his deep pupils shook suddenly, as if they could penetrate all obstacles.

At this moment, the originally calm sea surface suddenly began to churn, without a trace of wind, but the waves were surging.

Immediately afterwards, a momentum that was so powerful that it was beyond imagination erupted from Katakuri's body like a volcanic eruption, and spread rapidly in all directions at an astonishing speed.

In an instant, the originally blue sky was dyed into a strange and deep black red, just like the arrival of the doomsday.

This domineering aura carried an unparalleled terrifying pressure, and rushed straight towards Napoleon like a sea of ​​storms.