Chapter 1368 The Whitebeard Pirates (Seventh)

He was secretly shocked. The legendary pirate strong man in front of him was indeed well-known. His strength was so unfathomable, extremely strong and extremely heavy.

However, for some reason, in this unparalleled domineering aura, Napoleon felt a little strange - it seemed that this seemingly powerful domineering aura was a little lacking in confidence, and the subsequent power seemed a little lacking.

"Little devil, stop at the right time!"

The white beard suddenly shouted loudly, and his voice resounded like a big bell and big.

His eyes widened and he stared at Napoleon fiercely, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn everything.

Napoleon met the oppressive gaze of Whitebeard without any retreat. The two of them looked at each other, and for a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the surroundings fell into a dead silence.

At the bow of the Sea God, Napoleon, with a tall figure, stood steadily. His sharp eyes passed through the sea and looked at the same momentum as the white beard opposite him.

And Marco, who was between the two, was completely ignored by them.

At this moment when the atmosphere was so solemn that a suffocating sound came from behind Napoleon.

I saw a few strong fishman brothers working together to carry a huge wine barrel.

This barrel is several meters high and requires several people to barely move.

They carried the barrel to Napoleon with difficulty and then carefully put it down.

Napoleon stretched out his left hand effortlessly and easily grabbed the three or four meters tall barrel like a chicken.

At the same time, his right hand quickly lifted the Trident of the Sea God inserted beside him.

Immediately afterwards, he exerted his force and jumped out in one step, and flew onto the ship where Whitebeard was.

After landing, he walked slowly towards the white beard step by step.

At this moment, both crew members and people watching from afar were nervously watching the upcoming showdown. Everyone's heart is in his throat, afraid of missing any wonderful moment.

Finally, Napoleon walked to Whitebeard and stopped.

He raised his head slightly, stared at the legendary figure in front of him who was so powerful that he suddenly raised a faint smile on his lips: "I offended you, I came a little intimidation as soon as I got on the enemy ship!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the originally surging domineering aura on his body instantly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

Seeing this scene, the white beard snorted coldly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But soon, he also took back his domineering aura.

However, despite this, his face still looked very gloomy, and he was obviously full of vigilance and dissatisfaction with Napoleon's arrival.

"When you see your face, the injury left by that bastard hurts a little!"

As Whitebeard said, she raised her right hand and gently stroked the hideous and terrifying sword wound on her chest.

This scar is a mark left by a fierce battle many years ago and is still fresh in his memory.

When talking about this matter at this moment, his face became heavier and heavier, as if the painful memories surged into his heart again.

For him, the fierce battle with Charlotte was undoubtedly the darkest moment he had been in a mess and powerless way to turn the world around since he went out to sea.

Looking back at the past, even when facing Captain Rox, who was once powerful, he had never felt such a heavy pressure that was so heavy that he could not breathe like a mountain.

In this battle, he lost a lot and almost lost everything.

Napoleon's eyes slowly moved to the white-bearded chest, where several ferocious scars were crisscrossed, one of which was particularly eye-catching, obviously a deep wound left by the sharp sword.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his attention to the various medical equipment densely filled with white beard.

At this moment, Napoleon keenly captured a line of small characters on a medical device, clearly marked with a line of fly-headed characters - produced by Rockefeller Kingdom.

"I came here not to stir up the war, but to bring precious things that can heal wounds and diseases!"

While explaining his purpose loudly, Napoleon raised his left hand and handed the pot of wine in his hand to Whitebeard, gently uncovering the lid.

In an instant, a rich and mellow fragrance of wine surged out like a wild horse and quickly filled the air.

This seductive fragrance seemed to possess some magical power, which made the white beard, who had originally had a tight face, swallow his saliva, and his face became much more gentle.

Then, Napoleon and Whitebeard sat opposite each other.

I saw an extremely large wine bowl standing in front of Napoleon, standing in front of him like a small hill.

He lifted the giant wine barrel three or four meters high effortlessly with one hand, then his wrist trembled slightly, accompanied by a crisp and pleasant rustling sound, and the wine poured down like a waterfall, with accuracy and accuracy The ground fell into the bowl, splashing crystal clear water.

Immediately afterwards, Napoleon's mouth raised slightly, showing a confident and slightly playful smile.

He waved his arm suddenly, and the remaining barrel was as if given life, and flew straight towards the white beard.

Seeing this, Baibei stretched out a big hand calmly and easily took the fast-striking barrel into her hand.

His eyes were flashing with excitement, as if he had obtained a rare treasure.

Then, without saying a word, he raised the barrel to his mouth and sucked his head to his heart.

The sound of "gudonggudong" was heard endlessly. The white beard swallowed the wine in big mouthfuls, rolling his throat up and down, looking like a long-awaited beast.

Not long after, a bucket of wine was found.

"Well...the taste is really good!"

Whitebeard wiped his mouth with satisfaction, threw the wine barrel aside, then turned to look at Napoleon and praised with a smile.

"This is a good wine from Fishman Island. It has a mellow taste and a fragrance. It is indeed a rare wine!"

Hearing the white beard's praise, Napoleon also put down the wine bowl in his hand, smiled slightly, and responded.

At this moment, Whitebeard suddenly changed his tone, stared at Napoleon with bright eyes, and laughed: "Boy, I heard that you defeated Katakuri, who is known as the "Charlottes' highest masterpiece" not long ago? It's amazing Ah! The people in your Rockefeller family are indeed monster-level existences!”

As he said that, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Facing the white beard's praise, Napoleon just smiled faintly, as if he did not take this matter to heart.

After all, for him, defeating strong enemies is just a common occurrence.