Chương 1370: Whitebeard Pirates (9)

At this moment, a sharp-eyed person in the crowd discovered a shocking detail: the huge sword in the old man's hand did not actually collide with Napoleon's trident!

There seems to be some invisible barrier between them, like an unbridgeable chasm, and they cannot get close to each other no matter what.

The new members of the Whitebeard Pirates who had never seen such a scene were stunned and couldn't believe it.

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

Marco also looked at Napoleon with a serious expression. Although he had long known that this opponent was powerful, he never expected that the other party could actually form a confrontation with his father.

This situation made Marco feel very stressed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At this moment, Napoleon exuded a violent aura from his whole body, like a volcano about to erupt, surging and violent.

The pressure from him continued to rise, and even the battle-hardened Whitebeard felt a little shocked.

You know, in previous confrontations, Napoleon did not show such frightening power, but now, he suddenly burst out such amazing strength, which was really unexpected.

What exactly caused Napoleon's strength to suddenly increase to this level?

While Whitebeard was wary of Napoleon's oppressive momentum, he was secretly pondering the reason.

Whitebeard did not go all out, he just wanted to teach this annoying kid in front of him a lesson, he had no intention of taking his life at all, so his moves were extremely restrained and measured.

However, what he didn't expect was that Napoleon's guy could actually catch his sword!

This fluctuating and unpredictable level of strength made Whitebeard unable to accurately judge the opponent's true strength for a while.

As time went on, Whitebeard began to involuntarily increase the strength in his hands slightly.

I saw an extremely powerful vibration force being instantly added to the Cong Yunqi in my hand.

In an instant, the extremely terrifying vibration force surged out with the force of an overwhelming tidal wave. Wherever it touched, even the surrounding space seemed to be greatly affected, resulting in obvious distortion.

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

Although he tried his best to resist the terrifying force and violent vibration that was like a mountain crushing an egg, he still seemed powerless.

His arms began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, and his originally strong and powerful muscles bulged due to excessive exertion.

At this moment, the unprecedented enormous pressure was like a heavy mountain, ruthlessly falling heavily on Napoleon's body.

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

It has to be said that the terrifying power displayed by Whitebeard far exceeded Napoleon's initial expectations.

At first, when Napoleon first met Whitebeard, he actually felt a bit of contempt and disdain for this old man who was very old, looked very frail and needed to rely on an IV drip to maintain his vital signs all day long.

But now, after personally experiencing Whitebeard's astonishing strength, Napoleon suddenly realized how naive and ridiculous his previous thoughts were!

In addition, some gossip circulating within the family revealed undisguised contempt for Whitebeard himself and disdain for his pirate group.

Especially when he recalled his grandfather's jaw-dropping and almost crushing battle four years ago, the young and energetic Napoleon actually had a wrong perception - Whitebeard was no longer as powerful as he once was.

However, at this moment, when he was truly faced with the terrifying strength displayed by Whitebeard, he suddenly realized that it was not that Whitebeard was too old, but that his grandfather and aunt were too powerful, so that they simply disdained Whitebeard.

In comparison, I am still far behind!

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

At the same time, the Kurogane-kiri in Whitebeard's hand chopped down with the force of thunder, hitting the trident of Poseidon held tightly by Napoleon squarely.

This blow contained extremely powerful force and shocking impact, and in an instant it shook the trident, a symbol of majesty and power, out of Napoleon's hands.

The trident of Poseidon flew out like an arrow, and after spinning rapidly in the air for more than ten times, the sharp head of the trident penetrated deeply into the hard deck.

The entire halberd was still exposed due to inertia, emitting a low buzzing sound and shaking violently, as if telling of the thrilling confrontation that had just occurred.

Napoleon, who suffered such a heavy blow, took several steps back before he could barely steady himself.

At this moment, a cold light flashed, as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, the Kusukimi knife in Whitebeard's hand was already in front of Napoleon's throat, and the cold blade was only a millimeter away from his throat.

"You're still a little naive, kid!"

Whitebeard stared at Napoleon in front of him with an indifferent expression. His long white beard fluttered slightly in the wind, adding a bit of majesty.

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

Time seemed to stand still. After a long while, he finally realized, as if waking from a dream, that he was so vulnerable and had lost completely and miserably.

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

He just felt his face burning hot, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into and disappear forever.

Whitebeard saw Napoleon's crestfallen and flushed face. Suddenly, he burst into laughter: "Kulala, little boy, you are still far behind! Compared with your grandfather, you are even worse! But don't be discouraged. When he was your age, your grandfather was much worse than you!"

As he spoke, Whitebeard's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the moment he first met Charlotte.