Chapter 1279 Napoleon vs Katakuri (10)

Facing such a fierce and violent attack without any flaws, Napoleon was shocked. Unexpectedly, Katakuli still had the power to fight back.

You know, don't look at the fists he seemed to shatter easily before just now.

But in fact, it was because he had used all his strength in his body and tried his best to finally break two of them.

However, at this moment, nine fists appeared at once, and they also attacked from different directions from all directions at the same time.

In this case, no matter how fast Napoleon reacted and had his skills, it was impossible to completely defend him.

So, without any hesitation, Napoleon immediately used his best dodge technique, flashed his figure, trying to avoid this round of fierce offensive.

Although the power contained in these fists of Katakuri is indeed extremely huge, its speed is obviously not as good as Napoleon's extraordinary reaction speed.

Therefore, at the critical moment, Napoleon finally managed to avoid most of the attacks.

"You are very good at hiding, right?"

Katakuri roared in a deep voice.

As his words fell, his arms spread suddenly, as majestic as a roc spreading its wings.

Immediately afterwards, his hands were holding their hands in a low direction, and a shocking scene happened - two circles of huge donuts appeared out of thin air in his hands.

The donut was astonishingly large as two small hills.

What is even more jaw-dropping is that a pair of extremely large hands slowly stretched out from the donut.

The hands were so big that they were almost filling the entire awakening space.

In an instant, the originally spacious space became crowded, as if all the air was squeezed out by those big hands.

Faced with such a terrifying scene, Napoleon instantly felt that he had no way to escape.

However, at this critical moment, he was not panicked at all.

I saw him quickly spread the trident in his hand and steadily blocking between his two big hands.

It was soon enough that Napoleon had just made a defensive move, his originally aggressive and arrogant hand seemed to be suddenly stuck by something and could no longer move forward.

Seeing this scene, Napoleon couldn't help but chuckled, "Hmph, I thought you were so powerful? So that's it!"

Although he was saying contemptuous words, Napoleon was not in good condition at this time.

I saw a trace of blood hanging on the corner of his mouth, and his body was covered with bruises of all sizes. Obviously, after so many fierce battles, even Napoleon was even more hurt.

On the other hand, Katakuri's face instantly turned gloomy when she saw the scene in front of her.

His eyes were tightly locked on the trident of the sea god in Napoleon's hand, and his heart became more and more confident.

At this moment, he was completely sure that the Trident of the Sea God in Napoleon's hand was definitely one of the legendary supreme swords.

You know, the number of supreme fast swords in this world is extremely rare, and now another one appears here. How can he not be shocked and surprised?

Faced with Napoleon's provocation, Katakuri stood in place expressionlessly, completely unmoved.

He knew that it was meaningless to argue with his opponent, and only with absolute strength could he shut up.

Katakuri's hands were dancing, and balls of white rice cakes poured out of his hands, gradually converging into a jaw-dropping donut.

This donut stands in the air like a hill, exuding an attractive aroma and a terrifying atmosphere.

After completing the production of the donut, Katakuri flashed, flew up like a ghost, and stood firmly on the donut.

At the same time, a layer of black domineering that was so rich that it almost turned into substance instantly enveloped the huge donut, as if it was covered with an indestructible armor on him.

Napoleon below originally thought that Katakuri would attack with powerful fist power as before.

However, the next scene was far beyond his expectations.

I saw the black donut floating in the sky, and its surface suddenly began to wriggle violently.

Immediately afterwards, extremely sharp spikes protruded from the whole body of the donut at an astonishing speed.

These spikes were shining with cold light, each of which was more than one person tall, and were densely packed with the entire donuts.

When Napoleon saw this sudden change, he secretly complained in his heart.

Before he could react more, Katakuli's deafening roar came from above: "Ganli Rice Cake!"

With this roar, all the spikes on the donut burst out with unparalleled power in an instant like explosives ignited by the fuse.

They turned into black shadows, shooting towards the surroundings like a storm of pear blossom needles.

For a moment, the entire awakening space was filled with these black spikes, and there was no room for refuge.

Napoleon felt the strong crisis approaching, and his experience and color domineeringly issued an alarm to remind him of the huge danger he was about to face.

He did not dare to be negligent at all, and hurriedly waved the Sea God Trident in his hand and used his defensive moves with all his strength.

The Trident of the Sea God swirled rapidly, causing a strong wind to form a solid blue barrier.

The whistling black spikes hit the barrier, making a series of crisp sounds, but they were unable to break through this line of defense.

However, despite this, Napoleon could clearly feel that he was getting more and more struggling to resist, and his arms were trembling slightly because of the huge impact.

However, how can those tens of thousands of spikes be easily resisted?

It was densely packed and overwhelmingly fast.

Although Napoleon tried his best to block it, these spikes were too many and too dense, and he quickly found the flaw in his defense.

Only the sound of "puff puff puff puff" was heard one after another, which was the sound of spikes piercing the flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, spikes passed through Napoleon's seemingly tight line of defense and ruthlessly stabbed into his body.

In an instant, Napoleon's body was covered with sharp thorns, and at the same time, ferocious wounds were added to his body.

The wounds were crisscrossed, as if they were cut into pieces by thousands of knives, making people unbearable to look at them.

As the spikes continued to penetrate, Napoleon's steps began to slowly retreat.

Every time he takes a step back, his injuries will worsen.