Chương 1720: Napoleon’s Defeat (1)

The entire island was shaking during their fight, as if it could collapse at any moment.

This scene was like the collapse of heaven and earth, making people sigh at the terrifying strength of these two powerful men.

During these thrilling three days, Napoleon and Kapp engaged in a life-and-death battle.

Every move and every style was full of power and skill, and the two of them fought back and forth, neither giving in.

However, as time went on, it was Napoleon who was the first to collapse.

After all, he was just an eighteen-year-old rookie, and compared with veteran strongmen like Garp, he was far behind in experience and physical strength.

Although he tried his best, his body gradually couldn't bear the strain from Garp's fierce attack.

Napoleon had now almost exhausted all his physical strength, and his body was covered with scars, the severity of his injuries was shocking.

If Kapp had not been reserved and showed mercy during the battle, Napoleon would probably have been defeated by him long ago.

\"Ahem! \" Napoleon suddenly coughed violently, and blood gushed out of his mouth, splashing onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of scarlet.

He held his chest tightly, as if there was a fire burning there, causing him great pain.

Suddenly, Napoleon's legs seemed to lose support and fell limply to the ground.

He knelt on one knee, using his free hand to support himself to prevent himself from falling completely.

At this moment, he had reached his limit. Every cell in his body was protesting, telling him that he could no longer fight.

Karp stood not far away, quietly looking at the seriously injured Napoleon. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes. This young man had given him too many surprises in the past three days.

He witnessed the rise of Napoleon, saw his growing strength, and felt his persistence and indomitable spirit.

Napoleon's talent and hard work impressed Kapp, who began to realize that this young man would become a great and powerful man in the future.

After three days of fierce fighting, Cap was not unscathed. He had some injuries on his body, but compared to Napoleon, these were only superficial injuries.

At this time, except for some shallow wounds on his face and body, Garp's overall condition was fine.

Although his breathing was a little disordered, his aura was still restrained, like a steady mountain.

A strong man like Garp has physical fitness and combat ability far beyond that of ordinary people.

Even fighting for ten days and ten nights was not a difficult task for him.

However, Napoleon is still young after all, and his strength has just made a breakthrough. Before fighting with Garp, he had already consumed a lot of physical strength at the hands of Katakuri and four others, and even suffered some injuries.

Therefore, the fact that he was able to hold out in Garp's hands for three days was already a very outstanding performance.

At this time, Karp was in a dilemma.

The reason was simple: he saw Napoleon's potential.

Karp knew very well that if he let go of an opponent with such great potential so easily, the consequences would be disastrous if he was allowed to grow up in the future.

After all, no one could predict whether Napoleon would become a peerless power like his grandfather.

And if another person like Charlotte appears, it will be a nightmare for both the World Government and the Navy.

Therefore, at this moment, Karp's heart is full of contradictions and struggles.

He stared with wide eyes at Napoleon, who had completely lost the ability to resist, and was hesitant.

Should we arrest him or let him go?

This question kept circling in Karp's mind, making it impossible for him to make a decision.

Garp's body seemed to be under a spell of immobilization, standing still and motionless.

His hands were sometimes clenched into fists, and sometimes slowly loosened, as if he was fighting fiercely with the entanglement in his heart.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, showing his inner anxiety and uneasiness.

Just then, a violent cough broke the deadlock.

Napoleon was breathing heavily, and every breath seemed to take all his strength.

As the last mouthful of blood that had accumulated in his chest was spit out, his body trembled violently, and then he slowly raised his head.

When Napoleon's eyes met Cap's, Cap couldn't help but gasp.

The originally handsome face was now stained with blood and looked hideous and horrible.

Napoleon forced a smile.

He endured the severe pain in his body and tried hard to make his voice sound less trembling.

"Hahahaha, what are you waiting for? Why don't you do it?"

When Cap heard Napoleon's words, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He loosened his clenched fists and looked at the once invincible opponent in front of him with complicated eyes.

After a moment of silence, Karp slowly said: "You should be thankful that you are a member of the Rockefeller family. It was the Rockefeller family that saved your life!"

Napoleon did not refute what Cap said, but just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

"hehe!"

He said quietly, seemingly unfazed by Garp's words.

Seeing this, Garp took a deep breath and continued, "You have already lost. Leave the first half of the Grand Line and return to your kingdom!"

Although his voice was calm, the majesty contained in it could not be ignored.

"Go back? Why should I go back?"

Napoleon's voice echoed in the air, as if questioning the whole world.

He lay carefree on the ground, face up, and didn't seem to care where he was.

When Karp heard this, his anger was instantly ignited.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

"Do you want to die?"

His voice was filled with rage, as if he wanted to tear Napoleon apart.

However, Napoleon paid no attention to Kapp's threat.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

"Haha, death is fine!"

His eyes revealed an indifference towards life and death, as if death was just a trivial game to him.

Seeing this, Garp's anger grew even more intense.

He was furious and clenched his fists so tightly that his joints made crackling sounds from the excessive force.

"Well, since you're looking for death, you can't blame anyone else!"

He roared and rushed forward like a mad beast.

In the blink of an eye, Cap was in front of Napoleon.

He mercilessly grabbed Napoleon's feet and dragged him towards the shore like a lifeless dead dog.

Every step seemed so heavy, as if it would crush Napoleon's body.