Chương 1766: Napoleon VS Yamato (28)

Just as Yamato was about to kill a few fishmen to restore his power, suddenly, a sharp sound of breaking through the air broke through the sky.

The sound was like lightning, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Yamato was startled and stopped the mace in his hand that was about to fall.

Her hair stood on end, and a strong sense of danger came over her like a shadow, making her body tremble involuntarily.

Without time to think, Yamato reacted instinctively.

She quickly held the mace across her body and covered her entire body with a thick layer of ice, forming a solid defensive barrier.

There was a loud "clang" sound, and a high-speed bullet came rushing like a meteor and hit Yamato's mace hard.

The huge impact force caused Yamato's body to slide back several steps, and her feet left two deep marks on the ground.

The bullet was deeply embedded in Yamato's mace, as if it was nailed there by an invisible force.

This sudden attack caught Yamato completely off guard, and her face turned extremely ugly.

Yamato's eyes widened and he looked around hurriedly, trying to find the enemy who attacked him from nowhere.

Her voice was cold and stern, full of anger and questioning: "Who is it!"

Yamato looked carefully in the direction where the bullet came from.

Thousands of meters away on the sea, a speedboat was speeding towards them at lightning speed.

On the lightning-fast ship, a tall and straight young man was standing steadily, holding a uniquely shaped sniper rifle tightly in his arms, as if it was the most important companion in his life.

Yamato stared at the figure intently, and suddenly, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she had discovered something surprising.

"The world's number one sniper, Simon Darrow!"

Yamato blurted out, a hint of surprise and alarm in her voice.

Yamato's eyes quickly swept over the bullet embedded in her mace. It was an ordinary bullet, but it left a deep mark on her mace.

You know, her mace is not an ordinary weapon. It is carefully crafted from seastone and various precious metals.

Although it may not be as unique as Napoleon's Trident of Poseidon, it is definitely not inferior to the Twenty-one Great Swords.

Moreover, during the battle, Yamato also deliberately covered the mace with a solid layer of ice to enhance its defense.

However, even in such a situation, the opponent was able to penetrate the hard ice layer directly from a distance of thousands of meters and embed the bullet deeply into the mace.

This fact made Yamato feel a chill in his heart. If this bullet hit a person, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Even she herself was not completely sure that she could completely withstand such an attack.

With this in mind, Yamato gained a deeper understanding of Darrow's abilities and understood why he was known as the world's best sniper.

At this time, Darrow's ship came as fast as an arrow, and then stopped steadily near the ice.

Darrow stepped onto the ice without hesitation. His figure was like a ghost, moving quickly and flexibly towards Yamato and his group.

With the help of the Speed-Speed Fruit, Daro's speed was astonishingly fast, as if he had surpassed the limitations of time and space.

A distance of just a few hundred meters might take some time for ordinary people to walk, but for Daro, it was just a blink of an eye.

His not-so-tall body, like a ghost, instantly stood in front of everyone and confronted Yamato.

Yamato was a little surprised to see Daro's sudden appearance, but he quickly figured out the reason.

After all, Napoleon was not an ordinary person. He was the third-generation grandson of the Rockefeller family. How could the Rockefeller Kingdom allow such a person to stay alone in paradise?

There must be someone protecting him silently behind the scenes.

Especially after Napoleon was captured by Kapp eleven days ago, it was even more impossible for the Rockefeller Kingdom to let Napoleon take risks in the paradise alone.

Therefore, the Simon Darrow in front of him was undoubtedly the person specially sent by the Rockefeller Kingdom to secretly protect Napoleon.

"You, the Rockefeller Kingdom, are really generous. You are willing to let a master like you protect a child in secret!"

A faint smile appeared on Yamato's lips, and his tone was full of sarcasm.

She seemed to think that it was a waste of talent for a master like Daro to willingly follow a little kid.

In the face of Yamato's sarcasm, Darrow seemed to be deaf to it. He didn't even say a word in response. He just silently pointed the gun directly at Yamato, as if telling him that if he said one more word, the consequences would be disastrous.

Seeing this, Yamato raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely noticeable smile.

However, behind this seemingly relaxed smile, were all kinds of calculations and calculations that instantly surged in her mind.

Yamato swung the mace in his hand violently, creating a gust of wind.

Her voice was cold and firm: "If you want to save Napoleon from me, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!"

From the moment she saw Darrow show up, Yamato knew that things would not be as simple as she expected.

There is absolutely no way she would let Napoleon go so easily, otherwise, her reputation as Yamato the Beast would be completely lost.

After all, there were so many people watching around. If she let the enemy go so easily, wouldn't it be announcing to everyone that she was afraid of Darrow?

Therefore, even if it is just to prove his worth, Yamato will never give in easily.

Just as she finished her words, there was a crisp "click" and Darrow pulled the trigger without hesitation.

In an instant, a bullet shot out like lightning and shot straight towards Yamato at an astonishing speed.

This bullet is not ordinary. It not only carries the ability of the Speed-Speed Fruit, but also contains the power of the Penetrating Fruit.

The two powerful fruit abilities superimposed on each other made the power of this bullet extremely terrifying.

As soon as the bullet left the chamber, its speed was so fast that even the sound didn't have time to spread, and it had already brushed past a strand of hair by Yamato's ear like a meteor.

When the crisp gunshot rang out, the hair by Yamato's ears had already been cut off and slowly fell down like a dancing butterfly.

Yamato's expression became solemn in an instant, as if the whole world froze at this moment.

She stared at Darrow closely, not daring to relax at all, because she knew that the man in front of her was no ordinary person.