Chương 1270: Napoleon VS Katakuri (Part )

"Run! The pirates are coming!"

At the port, the originally peaceful and harmonious residents of Clark Island instantly fell into panic when they caught a glimpse of the fluttering pirate flag.

They ran frantically towards the back mountain like a swarm of disturbed bees, with shouts and screams coming one after another.

Napoleon stood at the bow with his arms folded across his chest, looking coldly at the island in front of him.

It is only half the size of Kami Island, but has a unique charm.

The town is built on the mountain and is scattered in an orderly manner at the foot of the mountain.

However, Napoleon had no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery at the moment. The unforgettable defeat two and a half years ago kept flashing through his mind.

Napoleon at that time was young and energetic, and thought he was very powerful, but he did not expect that in the battle with Katakuri, he was defeated by the opponent with just one punch.

Not only that, he was unfortunately captured and became a prisoner of his opponent.

From that moment on, shame was deeply engraved in his heart.

In order to wash away this shame, Napoleon returned to his aunt's service and began a two and a half year long, nightmare-like, arduous training.

Every day, he endures pain and pressure that ordinary people can hardly imagine, but he never gives up, because the flame of revenge is always burning in his heart.

Now, the moment has finally come.

Napoleon set foot on the land of Clark Island, followed closely by a large number of strong fish-men subordinates.

They were aggressive and murderous, which undoubtedly further aggravated the atmosphere of panic in the town.

Looking at the residents fleeing in all directions, Napoleon couldn't help feeling a trace of pity in his heart.

The war that is about to unfold is likely to turn this beautiful island into ruins, and innocent people will suffer a devastating disaster.

But his determination for revenge made him unable to stop

"Let the residents of the island leave. A war is about to break out. Once the war starts, this island will be destroyed!"

Napoleon looked at Murat, Muir and another person with a serious expression and spoke in an unquestionable tone.

"Yes!"

Murat and the other two did not dare to delay in the slightest and immediately turned around and led their men into action.

They quickly shuttled through the streets and alleys of Clark Island, shouting loudly: "Everyone evacuate! Disaster is about to happen here!"

When the residents of Clark Island heard the news, they fell into great panic.

This island is where they have lived for generations and it is their roots. Now they are told that it will be destroyed. How can this not make people heartbroken?

However, in this world where the strong prey on the weak, no one cares about the feelings of the weak.

This is the cruelty of reality. Only the strong can dominate everything, while the weak can only silently bear the arrangements of fate.

Although their hearts were filled with reluctance and sadness, the residents still packed up their most important belongings and followed the members of the Lion Pirates to a safe area with their families.

For a moment, the whole island was filled with cries and shouts, and the scene was in chaos.

At this time, Napoleon stood alone in the port, staring at the sea in the distance with a firm gaze.

He had been waiting here for two full days and two nights without a moment's slackness.

Finally, on the morning of the third day, Napoleon, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

On the distant horizon, I saw a huge ship rushing towards this side, riding the wind and waves.

There was a flag flying high on the ship, which was the emblem of the BIGMOM Pirates.

"coming!"

Napoleon whispered to himself, then slowly stood up.

He gently waved his right hand, and the trident that was deeply inserted into the stone seemed to be summoned. It broke free from its restraints in an instant and flew into his hand like lightning.

At this moment, Napoleon, holding a trident in his hand, exudes an incomparable powerful aura, as if he was ready to face this life-and-death battle.

Time flows quietly like a trickle of water, passing by second by second.

Finally, Katakuri's majestic ship docked steadily at the port.

He was as agile as a cheetah. He jumped off the side of the ship alone, then landed steadily on the ground and stood on the wide harbor.

On the other side, dozens of meters away from Katakuri, there was also a figure standing - Napoleon.

The two of them stood quietly facing each other, separated by a not-so-short distance.

The surroundings were so quiet, so quiet that even the slightest heartbeat of each other could be heard clearly.

"You're here!"

The first to break the silence was Napoleon. His face was as calm as water, and he stared straight at Katakuri, without any emotion fluctuations.

"I am coming!"

Katakuri responded, his voice just as steady and calm.

But then, a hint of hesitation suddenly flashed across his face. After a brief pause, he turned his gaze to Napoleon opposite him again.

"You shouldn't have come!"

Katakuri frowned and his tone became slightly more serious.

"But I came anyway!"

Napoleon raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile.

At the same time, he held the trident of Poseidon, which was shining with cold light, tightly in his hand and began to swing it. His movements were smooth and natural, and every swing brought up a sharp sound of wind.

As he danced, the fighting spirit in him gradually rose like a raging fire.

"I'm afraid you won't be as lucky this time. You know, mom has made up her mind not to let you go easily again!"

Katakuri stared at Napoleon's face, which had lost its former childishness and now looked more resolute and heroic, and warned solemnly.

"Humph! I won't fail again, and you, never think of having a chance to defeat me again!"

Polon snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, and he completely ignored Katakuri's warning.

"In that case, let us speak with our strength!"

Katakuri said with a grim expression.

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became extremely cold, and his deep pupils shook violently, as if they could penetrate all obstacles.

At this moment, the originally calm sea surface suddenly began to churn. There was not a trace of wind, but the waves were surging.

Immediately afterwards, an aura so powerful that it was beyond imagination burst out from Katakuri's body like a volcanic eruption, and spread rapidly in all directions at an astonishing speed.

In an instant, the originally azure sky was dyed into a strange and deep black and red, as if the end of the world had come.

This domineering aura, carrying with it an incomparable and terrifying pressure, surged towards Napoleon like an overwhelming tidal wave.