Chapter 1370 The Whitebeard Pirates (Nine)

At this moment, a sharp-eyed man in the crowd discovered an amazing detail: the giant knife in my father's hand did not really collide with Napoleon's trident!

There seems to be some kind of invisible barrier between them, like an insurmountable gap that cannot be approached by each other anyway.

The newcomers in the Whitebeard Pirates who had never seen such a scene were shocked and unbelievable at this moment.

They stared blankly at the two of them in the sky, their hearts filled with fear and awe.

Marco also looked at Napoleon with a serious expression. Although he had known that the opponent was powerful, he never expected that the opponent would be able to confront his father.

This situation made Marco feel more stressed, and a layer of fine beads of sweat couldn't help but seep out of his forehead.

At this moment, Napoleon exuded a violent aura all over his body, like a volcano about to erupt, surging.

The pressure on his body continued to rise, and even the battle-hardened white beard felt a little shocked.

You know, in the previous confrontation, Napoleon did not show such a heart-wrenching power, but now, he suddenly burst out with such amazing strength, which is really unexpected.

What exactly caused Napoleon's strength to instantly improve to this point?

Whitebeard responded vigilantly to Napoleon's oppression, while secretly pondering the reason.

Whitebeard did not give his all. He just wanted to give the annoying little devil a little color in front of him, and he had no intention of taking his life at all. Therefore, he was extremely restrained and very sensible when he took action.

However, what he unexpectedly expected was that Napoleon's guy was able to catch his own knife!

This level of strength, which is sometimes high and sometimes low, makes Whitebeard unable to accurately judge the other party's true strength for a moment.

As time went by, the force on Whitebeard's hand began to involuntarily increase slightly.

I saw an extremely powerful vibration force instantly blessed Cong Yunqi in my hand.

In an instant, the extremely terrifying vibration force surged out with a surging force. Wherever it touched it, even the surrounding space seemed to be greatly affected, which led to a significant distortion.

At the same time, facing such a terrifying attack, Napoleon's face gradually turned red.

Although he tried his best to support him to resist the terrifying power and violent vibrations that were like Mount Tai pressing an egg, he still seemed a little helpless.

His arms trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his originally strong and powerful muscles bulged high due to excessive force.

At this moment, the unprecedented huge pressure fell ruthlessly on Napoleon's body like a heavy mountain.

Faced with this situation, Napoleon had no other choice but to grit his teeth and persevere.

It has to be said that the terrifying power displayed by Whitebeard is really beyond Napoleon's initial expectations.

At first, when Napoleon first saw Whitebeard, he actually felt a little contempt and disdain for this old man who looked old, who seemed to be in twilight and had to rely on a drip to maintain vital signs all day long.

But now that he had personally experienced the shocking strength of Whitebeard, Napoleon suddenly realized how innocent and ridiculous his previous thoughts were!

In addition, some gossips circulating within the family unconcealedly reveal their contempt for Whitebeard himself and their contempt for his pirate group.

Especially when thinking about the jaw-dropping and almost crushing fierce battle between my grandfather four years ago, it actually caused the young and energetic Napoleon to have a wrong understanding that the white beard is no longer majestic.

However, at this moment, after truly facing the terrifying strength shown by Whitebeard, he suddenly realized that Whitebeard Lian Po was old. It was obvious that his grandfather and aunt were too strong that they disdained the Whitebeard at all. Take a look.

In comparison, I am still far from it!

Only a loud "clang" sound was heard, and Napoleon could no longer hold on. The domineering aura he released was like fragile glass, shattering and shattering.

At the same time, Cong Yunche in Whitebeard's hand slashed down with a thunderous force and slashed on the trident of the sea god that Napoleon was holding tightly.

This blow contained extremely powerful power and shocking impact. In an instant, the trident, which symbolized majesty and power, was shattered out of Napoleon's hands.

The Trident of the Sea God flew out like an arrow. After spinning rapidly in the air for more than ten rounds, the sharp halberd head was deeply inserted into the hard deck.

The entire halberd body was still exposed under the influence of inertia, making a low buzzing sound, and constantly trembling violently, as if telling the thrilling confrontation I had just experienced.

Napoleon, who was hit so hard, took several steps backwards one after another before barely stabilizing his body.

At this moment, a cold light flashed, as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, Cong Yunche in Whitebeard's hand had already pressed against Napoleon's throat, and the cold blade was only a slight difference from his throat.

"You little kid, you're a little tender!"

The white beard stared at Napoleon in front of him with a faint face. His long white beard fluttered slightly in the wind, adding a bit of majesty.

Napoleon widened his eyes, staring at the sharp blade that was close to him and his empty hands.

Time seemed to have frozen. After a long time, he realized as if he had woken up in his dream that he was so vulnerable, losing completely and defeating.

In an instant, a strong sense of shame and anger surged into his heart like a surging tide, instantly filling Napoleon's entire chest.

He only felt the scorching scorching on his face, and he wanted to find a crack in the floor and crawl into it immediately, and disappear from then on.

The white beard saw Napoleon's dejected and red face, and suddenly, a burst of hearty laughter burst out from him: "Kulalalala, you are still far from it! Compared to your grandfather, you are even worse than you! But don’t be discouraged, remember that when you were at your age, your grandfather was much inferior to you!”

As he spoke, Whitebeard's thoughts couldn't help but float back to the moment he first met Charlotte.