Chapter 1278 Napoleon vs. Katakuli (Nine)

The glutinous space that was originally shrouded above the head was also overwhelmed at this moment. Large pieces of rice cake fell from the air, as if the entire space had been broken.

The giant black iron fist, wrapped in the power of destroying the world, rushed straight towards the trident of the sea god clenched in Napoleon's hand.

In the air, the two finally met on a narrow road and collided head-on.

In an instant, a dazzling light suddenly burst out, like a dazzling star exploding into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a violent energy storm swept out, with its power enough to tear the void.

Under the impact of this violent energy, Katakuli couldn't help but slid backwards for a full meter, but he gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist Napoleon's surging and continuous streams. the violent power.

If someone could observe carefully at this time, he would be surprised to find that although it seemed that the black giant fist condensed by the Trident and Katakuri had already collided hard, there seemed to be a layer between them. The invisible barrier firmly separates the attacks of both sides, making it impossible for each other to truly touch each other.

Suddenly!

A heart-wrenching "click" sound suddenly exploded in this quiet space without any warning.

The sound was like thunder, shaking people's eardrums hurt.

Katakuri's face, which was originally calm and calm, changed color instantly, and beads of sweat as big as beans on her forehead rolled down.

When I looked closely, the huge fists that were originally pitch black and indestructible were as if they had suffered severe damage at this moment, and were densely covered with spider-web-like cracks.

These cracks continue to spread and expand, as if they will completely collapse at any time.

Just when everyone was shocked, the next second, Napoleon held the trident emitting cold light in his hand, and waved his force towards Katakuli with a thunderous force.

The trident flashed with a cold light, like lightning passing through the night sky, easily cutting off the black giant fists that Katakuli had worked hard to condense.

"not good!"

Katakuri secretly cried in her heart, and her body instinctively wanted to avoid this fatal blow.

However, after a fierce confrontation with Napoleon, his physical strength was seriously overdrawn and his body became extremely weak.

Although he tried his best to dodge, he was still a little slower after all.

There was only a muffled sound of "puff", and a scarlet blood gushed out from Katakuli's body, drawing a shocking blood line in the air.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud bang, the Trident of the Sea God in Napoleon's hand slammed hard on the ground.

In an instant, the earth trembled violently, dust flew, and rocks splashed everywhere.

After the dust settled, a huge hole that was bottomless appeared on the ground, revealing damp soil, rather than the rice cakes that could be seen everywhere before.

However, in just a blink of an eye, the rice cakes seemed to have life, quickly squirming and filling the hole again and recovering as before.

This is the terrifying power of the devil fruit after awakening. It is so domineering that it is daunting!

With a loud "bang", Katakuli was slashed out like a cannonball!

The terrifying impact force made him unable to control his body at all.

However, just as his back was about to have close contact with the hard ground, Katakuri showed an amazing reaction speed and physical fitness.

I saw him suddenly thrust his chest and rolling around quickly like a strong cheetah.

Immediately afterwards, he adjusted his position in a strange and precise posture, aiming his chest accurately at the ground.

Then, accompanied by a heart-pounding sound, he smashed heavily on the rice cake that seemed soft but strong, just like a huge rock falling from a high altitude.

Katakuri was on all sides, her hands and feet tightly supporting her body, as if she wanted to inject all her strength into this support.

A deep, ferocious and terrifying wound on his chest suddenly came into his eyes, making people feel frightened when they glanced at it.

The flesh and blood around the wound was turning out, and blood kept gushing out of it, dyeing the rice cake under him red.

Katakuri raised her head with difficulty, and the blood from the corner of her mouth flowed down her chin, forming bright red blood lines.

He stared at the horrifying wound on his chest, his eyes full of disbelief and shock.

Obviously, he didn't expect that he would suffer such severe injuries.

He exhaled a deep breath of turbid air, as if he wanted to calm the qi and blood that were surging in his body.

As the breath was breathed out, the originally tight muscles on his body also relaxed a little.

But after just a moment, Katakuri gritted her teeth and stood up slowly as she endured the pain.

He turned his head and looked at Napoleon not far away.

At this moment, Katakuri's contempt for his opponent had long disappeared.

Instead, there is unprecedented solemnity and vigilance.

I felt the vague murderous intent from Napoleon and the vast power that was so powerful that it could fill the entire space.

For some reason, when Katakuri stared at Napoleon in front of him, a strange illusion suddenly appeared in his mind-the enemy he was facing was not alone, but the vast and turbulent sea!

The endless blue ocean was sweeping towards him with a rush of overwhelming force, as if to completely swallow him.

"Boy, huh, I have to say that so far, I have recognized you. However, if you want to defeat me, don't hide your weaknesses and show me your true strength!"

Katakuli stared at the person in front of her with sharp eyes, clasped her hands tightly, raised her fists high, and continued to mobilize the powerful devil fruit ability in her body with all her strength.

I saw him growling: "Jiu Tou Rice Cake!"

In an instant, circles of objects like donuts quickly rose up.

And just in the hollow center of these donuts, fists that were extremely dark and flashing with cold light suddenly stretched out.

If you count carefully, there are as many as nine, and each fist is covered with a thick and thick armed domineering aura.

These nine fists containing terrifying power were like lightning, and instantly rushed towards Napoleon with lightning speed.

With their rapid impact, the air around seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp and harsh sound of breaking through the air.

Immediately afterwards, these fists were like dense raindrops, smashing hard towards Napoleon.