Chapter 1273 Napoleon vs Katakuri (IV)

Since Napoleon was determined to defeat the powerful enemy in front of him, he would defeat the opponent openly and would never use any despicable sneak attack or malicious interruption.

Now he is no longer the weak self two and a half years ago. After a long period of hard practice and countless life-and-death tempering, he has grown into a truly powerful and confident warrior.

Therefore, he must use his strength to defeat his opponents so that everyone can be impressed.

At this time, the surroundings were already surrounded by dense rice cakes.

The rice cakes that emitted dark purple light were like solid boxes, covering the two of them.

In such a strange space made of rice cakes, the mysterious and attractive dark purple glow is everywhere you see.

"The glutinous ball thorn!"

With a low and powerful roar, the whole space seemed to be trembling slightly by the sound.

At this moment, a sharp aura suddenly burst out and rushed straight towards Napoleon not far away at an astonishing speed.

Looking closely, Katakuri's strong right arm turned into a huge rice cake in an instant, with a layer of dark and ink-like domineering aura, like a sharp drill bit rotating at high speed. , with a harsh sound of breaking through the air, stabbed towards Napoleon's face.

At that time, Napoleon's eyes flashed with surprise in the face of Katakuli's sudden and fierce attack, but the movements in his hands were not at all panic.

He held the trident in his hand tightly with both hands, waved forward suddenly, and the sharp tip of the halberd directly faced the drill bit transformed by Katakuri's right arm.

There was only a loud "clang" sound, and the rice cake drill bit covered with the domineering armed color and the Sea God Trident collided fiercely. In an instant, it was like two meteors colliding violently in the air, and the dazzling light made people almost Can't open your eyes.

What is shocking is that in this fierce confrontation, sparks miraculously emerged.

For a moment, the two of them were in a stalemate, and no one could go further.

As their power continued to fight, the air around seemed to become solemn, and a large number of rice cake fragments splashed everywhere, scattered all over the ground.

However, although Katakuri's attack was extremely fierce, Napoleon still firmly resisted the opponent's attack with his strong strength.

Seeing this, Katakuli snorted coldly and quickly retracted his right fist.

The arm that originally turned into rice cake also returned to normal in the blink of an eye, but just one second later, he launched another attack.

"Keep Rice Cake!"

With another roar from Katakuli, his right arm covered with armed domineering aura was like a violent bull, and with an indomitable momentum, he rushed straight towards Napoleon's face. The power of this punch is simply incredible, and even the space around it shows signs of distortion.

At this time, Napoleon had just taken back the Trident of the Sea God and had no time to make effective defense.

Seeing Katakuri's heavy punch was about to hit him, he couldn't help but complain in his heart: "How could this guy's attack be so fast? He is indeed worthy of being a devil fruit capable person. It's so difficult!"

However, even in such a dangerous situation, Napoleon did not give up on resistance.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to gather it in his chest, trying to take Katakuri's fatal blow.

Finally, Katakuri's heavy punch hit Napoleon's chest.

With a muffled "bang", Napoleon felt like he was hit hard and his body flew backwards involuntarily.

However, how could Katakuri watch Napoleon escape so easily?

I saw his eyes froze and he snorted coldly: "Bird Rice Cake!"

Immediately afterwards, his thick and powerful left arm quickly extended, and a flexible long whip made of rice cake suddenly appeared.

The whip drew a sharp arc in the air, and with a whistling sound, it slashed hard towards Napoleon, who was flying backwards quickly.

Napoleon, who was regressing rapidly in the air, had no time to react more and was instantly entangled by the sudden whip.

The originally powerful backflying momentum also came to an abrupt end in an instant.

Not only that, the whip seemed to have endless power, pulling Napoleon back with a jaw-dropping speed.

Napoleon was naturally unwilling to be captured like this. It twisted its body desperately, trying to break free from the whip of restraint made of rice cakes.

But how could Katakuri get it as it wished?

You know, this seemingly ordinary rice cake whip is actually covered by its powerful armed domineering aura.

How could Napoleon easily break through this kind of tenacity and indestructible power?

In the blink of an eye, Napoleon was forcibly pulled back to Katakuri.

At this time, Katakuri had already made perfect preparations. His strong right arm muscles were tense and his veins swelled up, like a piece of red soldering iron.

A terrifying picture appeared in Napoleon's mind involuntarily - two and a half years ago, this move made him lose his power to fight back and suffer a crushing defeat.

Just then, Katakuli shouted angrily: "Baked rice cake!"

With his roar, the rice cake on his right arm began to shrink sharply, and in the process it generated a huge amount of heat energy.

These heat energy was like burning flames, attached frantically to his right arm.

Immediately afterwards, his right fist, which contained the power of destruction, was like a burning meteor, carrying the thunderous momentum, and smashed towards Napoleon's face.

The burning flames wrapped around the powerful fist, slashing through the void like a hot meteor, and bombarded Napoleon's abdomen with a thunderous force.

In an instant, it seemed as if the whole world was trembling.

Although Katakuli reacted quickly, his left hand, which was as flexible as a spirit snake, instantly turned into an extremely tough whip, tightly entangling Napoleon, all this was futile.

That huge force, like a sea of ​​force, easily shattered the whip wrapped around Napoleon.

Napoleon flew backwards like a shell that had lost control, in an irresistible and irreversible manner.

With a dull loud noise, his body hit hard on the wall of the awakening space transformed by rice cakes.