Chương 1756: Napoleon VS Yamato (8)

This wave was like a violent storm, sweeping across the entire place and blowing everything around.

Yamato's hair danced like catkins in the wind.

Her clothes were rustling in the wind due to the powerful shock wave, but her body stood firmly in place like a mountain, without any shaking.

In comparison, Napoleon's situation seemed a little embarrassing.

His hair fluttered wildly like weeds blown by the wind.

His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead. It was obvious that he was under tremendous pressure.

Despite this, Napoleon still gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

His eyes were fixed on Yamato, revealing an indomitable will.

After a three-second stalemate, Napoleon's Poseidon trident finally made a mournful "clang" sound.

The sound seemed like it was groaning in pain, or as if it was asking for help from its owner.

Following this mournful cry, Poseidon's Trident could no longer withstand the impact of the mace and was forcibly knocked back.

Napoleon's body also flew backwards along with the trident of Poseidon, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Napoleon's figure was floating weakly in the air like a kite with a broken string.

The terrifying pressure was like a mountain, pressing down on him and pushing him under the ice.

His body seemed so fragile in the face of this tremendous force, as if it could withstand a single blow.

In just a moment, half of Napoleon's body was submerged in the ice, leaving only his upper body exposed.

At the same time, Yamato's mace fell heavily on the ice like a meteorite.

Under this powerful impact, the ice surface cracked instantly, and countless cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

Accompanied by a loud "boom", the entire ice surface began to tremble violently, as if the end of the world was coming.

The icy mist gushed out like a volcanic eruption, completely submerging Napoleon.

The vast icy fog was like a huge white curtain, isolating him from the outside world.

When the icy fog gradually dissipated, Napoleon's figure reappeared.

Half of his cheek was like a sunset glow stained red by blood; the bright red formed a sharp contrast with his pale face.

Blood kept sliding down his cheeks like pearls with broken strings, dripping onto the cold ice surface, as if telling of his pain and unwillingness.

It was obvious that Napoleon was injured.

Yamato's full-strength attack not only cut Napoleon's left cheek, but also caused blood to flow down his cheek.

This attack made the difference in strength between the two sides clear at a glance.

Although Napoleon already possessed the strength of a general, he was still slightly inferior to veteran strongmen like Yamato.

Napoleon was injured with just one move, which is enough to show how powerful Yamato is.

At the moment when Napoleon was injured, Yamato did not pursue the victory, but stood quietly in place, holding the huge mace tightly in his hand, making a whistling sound.

"How is it? Do you want to continue?"

Yamato's voice was deep and powerful, as if the whole space was vibrating with it.

She looked down at Napoleon, whose half body was submerged in the ice, with indifference and disdain in her eyes.

Napoleon was naturally unwilling to admit defeat easily. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Come again!"

Before he finished speaking, he stomped his feet hard, and his ten-meter-tall body shot out of the ice pit like a rocket.

At the same time, he raised the trident of Poseidon in his hand high and chopped it down at Yamato's head like lightning.

Faced with such a fierce attack from Napoleon, Yamato just shook his head slightly with a sneer on his lips.

Her movements were extremely fast. She suddenly raised the mace in her hand and smashed it at Napoleon like a storm.

The speed of this stick was as fast as lightning, completely beyond Napoleon's expectations.

When Napoleon's observation Haki began to issue a warning, the sharp mace was already approaching like a meteor, and there was no way to avoid it.

There was a loud "bang" and the mace hit Napoleon's waist and abdomen hard.

The blow was so powerful that it knocked Napoleon hundreds of meters away in mid-air.

His body slid rapidly on the ice, rubbing out a groove that was a hundred meters long, as if the whole world was shaking with this blow.

Finally, Napoleon's body hit the ice wall on the east side heavily with a dull thud.

Yamato turned around and looked expressionlessly at Napoleon who was blown away, as if everything was under her control.

After stabilizing his body, Napoleon quickly adjusted his state, his eyes fixed on Yamato like a hawk.

Although there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes revealed a kind of indomitable spirit and determination.

In the blink of an eye, Napoleon rushed towards Yamato like an arrow.

With his speed, a distance of hundreds of meters seemed just a stone's throw away.

In an instant, he appeared in front of Yamato like a ghost.

The trident of Poseidon in his hand flashed with cold light and pierced straight into Yamato's chest.

This blow was as powerful as thunder and unstoppable.

However, in the face of such a fierce attack, Yamato appeared unusually calm.

She calmly raised the mace in her hand and swung it violently.

This swing, with unparalleled power and momentum, smashed towards the trident in front of him like a mountain crushing an egg.

There was a loud "clang" sound, and the trident and mace collided fiercely in the air.

The huge impact force made Napoleon's hands tremble, and he could even feel a powerful force transmitted to his arms through the trident.

This was the first time since Napoleon's debut that he was at such a clear disadvantage in strength.

Even when facing a strong enemy like Garp, his strength was never inferior.

Now, compared with Yamato, he actually felt clearly that his strength was slightly inferior.

This feeling instantly brought back to Napoleon's mind the brief confrontation with Charlotte Lingling a year ago.

At that time, he also felt that deep sense of powerlessness.

But Napoleon was not willing to admit defeat. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Ah!"

As he roared, he gripped the trident of Poseidon tightly in his hand and swung it violently.

The body of the trident seemed to be wrapped in a mysterious force, with a layer of water wrapped around it, making the attack more powerful.

The water flow was like a ferocious beast, roaring and pouncing towards Yamato with its fangs and claws bared.

In an instant, the water flow expanded rapidly and turned into a dancing water dragon, majestic and terrifying.