Chương 1278: Napoleon VS Katakuri (9)

The sticky space that originally covered the top of the head could not bear the weight at this moment. Large pieces of rice cake fell from the sky, as if the entire space had been shattered.

The giant, inky black iron fist, with the power to destroy the world, rushed straight towards the trident of Poseidon held tightly in Napoleon's hand.

In mid-air, the two finally met and collided head-on.

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

Immediately afterwards, an extremely violent energy storm swept out, its power enough to tear the void apart.

Under the impact of this violent energy, Katakuri involuntarily slid back a full meter, but he gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist Napoleon's surging and continuous violent power.

If someone could observe carefully at this time, they would be surprised to find that although it seemed that the trident and the black giant fist condensed by Katakuri had collided fiercely, in fact there seemed to be an invisible barrier between them, which firmly separated the attacks of both sides and made it impossible for each other to actually touch each other.

suddenly!

A heart-pounding "crack" sound suddenly exploded in this quiet space without any warning.

The sound was like thunder, causing pain in the eardrums.

Katakuri's originally calm face changed color in an instant, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

Looking closely, the huge fists that were originally as black as ink and indestructible now seemed to have suffered severe damage, and were covered with spider-web-like cracks.

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

Just when everyone was astonished, the next second, Napoleon, holding the trident that was emitting cold light, swung it towards Katakuri with the force of thunder.

The trident flashed with a cold light, like lightning across the night sky, and easily cut off the pair of black giant fists that Katakuri had worked so hard to condense.

"not good!"

Katakuri thought to himself that something was wrong and his body instinctively tried to dodge the fatal blow.

However, after a fierce battle with Napoleon, his physical strength had been severely overdrawn and his body became extremely weak.

Although he tried his best to dodge, he was still a little slow in reaction.

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

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a loud bang, the trident of Poseidon in Napoleon's hand slammed heavily on the ground.

In an instant, the earth began to tremble violently, dust flew, and rocks scattered.

When the dust settled, a huge, bottomless hole suddenly appeared on the ground, revealing moist soil instead of the rice cakes that were seen everywhere before.

However, in just a blink of an eye, the rice cakes seemed to have life, and they quickly squirmed to fill the hole again, returning to their original state.

This is the terrifying power of the awakened devil fruit, so overbearing and daunting!

There was a loud "bang" and Katakuri was sent flying like a cannonball!

The terrifying impact force made it impossible for him to control his body.

However, at the moment when his back was about to come into close contact with the hard ground, Katakuri showed amazing reaction speed and physical fitness.

He suddenly straightened his chest and rolled over quickly like a nimble cheetah.

Then, he adjusted his body position in a strange yet precise posture, aiming his chest accurately at the ground.

Then, with a heart-pounding thud, he smashed heavily on the seemingly soft but actually extremely tough rice cake like a huge rock falling from a high altitude.

Katakuri got on all fours, supporting his body tightly with his hands and feet, as if he wanted to pour all his strength into this support.

On his chest, a deep, hideous wound suddenly came into view, making people feel terrified at the first sight.

The flesh around the wound was turned inside out, and blood continued to flow out of it, staining the rice cake under him red.

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

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

Obviously, he didn't expect that he would be hurt so badly.

He exhaled deeply, as if trying to calm the surging energy and blood in his body.

As he exhaled, his originally tense muscles relaxed slightly.

But just a moment later, Katakuri gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and slowly stood up.

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

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

Instead, there is an unprecedented solemnity and vigilance.

He felt the vague murderous intent coming from Napoleon, as well as the vast force that was strong enough to fill the entire space.

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

The endless blue ocean was sweeping towards him with overwhelming force, as if it wanted to swallow him completely.

"Boy, humph, I have to say that I recognize you so far. However, if you want to defeat me, then don't hide your abilities anymore and show me your true strength!"

Katakuri stared at the person in front of him with sharp eyes, clenched his hands, raised his fists high, and continued to mobilize the powerful devil fruit ability in his body with all his strength.

He just growled, "Nine-headed rice cake!"

In an instant, circles of objects like donuts quickly rose into the air.

And right in the hollow center of these donuts, a number of pitch-black fists flashing with cold light suddenly stretched out.

After a careful count, there were as many as nine of them, and each fist was covered with a thick layer of armed color domineering.

These nine fists, containing terrifying power, were like lightning, and they pounced towards Napoleon madly in an instant with lightning speed.

Along with their rapid impact, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp and piercing sound of breaking through the air.

Immediately afterwards, these fists fell on Napoleon like dense raindrops, covering the sky and the earth.