Chương 1697: Battle for Route 1 (1)

A war seemed about to break out.

However, facing this tense situation, the corners of Napoleon's mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

His eyes were fixed on the rapidly approaching BIGMOM Pirates, as if he could see through the pirate ships and see the figure standing in the front - Charlotte Katakuri.

"This time, I will defeat you thoroughly!"

Napoleon spoke softly. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of unparalleled confidence.

Katakuri stood steadily at the bow of the ship. He was tall and mighty, holding a trident tightly in his hand, as if it was a symbol of his power.

However, when his eyes met the trident in Napoleon's hand, the weapon in his hand suddenly seemed dim.

The trident of Poseidon in Napoleon's hand radiated a golden glow all over, so dazzling that people dared not look directly at it.

Around the trident head, the water flows like a silver snake, as if the trident possesses infinite power, mysterious and awe-inspiring.

As the BIGMOM Pirates' ship gradually approached the port, the distance between the two sides became closer and closer, only an arrow away.

Katakuri stood at the bow of the ship, looking down at Napoleon in the harbor from a condescending attitude.

Napoleon stood at the port, looking up fearlessly at Katakuri's condescending gaze.

"Napoleon!"

Katakuri's voice echoed in the air, with a hint of surprise and anger.

He didn't expect that the opponent he had defeated would appear here and seemed to be waiting for his arrival.

"Haha, I didn't expect that the defeated general would dare to come. What? Do you want to be defeated again?"

A mocking smile appeared on Napoleon's lips, and his words were like a sharp sword, piercing Katakuri's heart.

"But this time, your mother won't come to save you!"

Apparently, Napoleon is still furious about Charlotte Linlin interfering in his fight with Katakuri a year ago.

"Your mouth still stinks!"

Faced with Napoleon's accusations, Katakuri did not back down at all, but instead fought back with equally sharp words.

"Haha, that's better than a loser like you who can only hide behind your mother!"

Napoleon's tone was full of disdain and contempt.

Katakuri's expression became even darker. He stared at Napoleon closely, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Heh, I don't know who he is. He can only call me daddy when he can't beat me!"

This sentence directly hit Napoleon's sore spot, making his face turn ugly in an instant.

However, Napoleon was not angered by Katakuri's words. He sneered, "Humph, say it again if you dare!"

The atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense, and a fierce quarrel seemed inevitable.

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, Napoleon suddenly realized that such quarreling was meaningless, so he took a deep breath and decided to solve the problem through action.

He raised the Seagod Trident in his hand, pointed it at Katakuri, and said coldly: "No more talk, just do it!"

Seeing this, Katakuri raised his trident Earth Dragon without showing any weakness and confronted Napoleon.

His eyes were equally cold and firm, as if telling Napoleon that he would never back down.

The next moment, terrifying momentum burst out from both sides' bodies at the same time, colliding with each other like two raging torrents.

The domineering aura soared into the sky, intertwining and entwining in the air, forming a heart-pounding scene.

Napoleon's golden domineering aura was like a burning flame, blazing fiercely and enveloping his entire body.

This powerful aura shocked people, as if he was the master of this world.

The powerful momentum was like a surging torrent, sweeping over the sky and covering the entire port and coast.

The momentum is so powerful that it is like a mountain pressing down on an egg, making it hard to breathe.

Some reckless reporters even dared to approach the port, wanting to observe this thrilling scene up close.

However, as soon as they stepped into the port, they were enveloped by the extremely domineering domineering aura of the king.

In an instant, these reporters seemed to be hit by an invisible shock wave. Their bodies trembled violently, and then they collapsed to the ground limply, unconscious, as if all their strength was drained away.

At the moment when Napoleon's domineering Haki burst out, Katakuri on the opposite side also burst out with his own powerful domineering Haki without showing any weakness.

His domineering aura took on a bloody red color, like blood, instantly enveloping all the ships he was on.

The scarlet domineering aura was like a burning flame, raging fiercely, as if it would dye the entire world blood red.

The golden domineering aura and the scarlet domineering aura met in the air, confronting each other and neither giving in.

The two powerful domineering auras collided and impacted each other, making thunderous noises.

Under the attack of these two domineering auras, the air seemed to be trembling, making a buzzing sound, as if it could not bear the weight.

The space seemed to be shaken by this powerful force and fluctuated slightly.

The momentum of both sides was like a pair of giant dragons circling in the air, rushing straight into the sky, as if they were about to break through the clouds and tear the sky apart.

Napoleon stared at Katakuri's domineering aura, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He let out a light exclamation, obviously a little surprised by the change in Katakuri's domineering Haki.

"Interesting, you actually got a little bit stronger, so interesting!"

The corners of Napoleon's mouth rose slightly, revealing a playful smile. He looked at Katakuri with interest, as if he was full of anticipation for this showdown of domineering color.

Napoleon actually felt a different kind of interest in the hint of resistance mixed in the opponent's domineering aura.

"Humph!"

Katakuri was obviously very dissatisfied with Napoleon's attitude. He took a step back and snorted heavily.

This cold snort was like a thunder, exploding in the air and causing pain in the eardrums of people around.

Immediately afterwards, Katakuri increased the intensity of his domineering aura again, and that powerful momentum swept towards Napoleon like a surging torrent.

However, what was unexpected was that the rebellious emotion that was originally hidden in the domineering aura, at the moment when Katakuri increased the strength of his aura, seemed to be nourished and quickly expanded.

In the blink of an eye, this trace of resistance was like a prairie fire, instantly increasing the power of Katakuri's domineering color domineering.