Chương 1787: Napoleon vs. Weibull (3)

Weibull (3) Despite his tremendous efforts, this slight increase in strength was of little practical help in defeating the powerful Yamato.

Napoleon, who was only eighteen years old, finally realized the difficulty and slowness of improving his strength.

You know, he is recognized as the most powerful genius in the history of the Rockefeller family.

Before he turned eighteen, the speed at which his strength improved could be described as "rapid".

Before he turned eighteen, his strength had already surpassed the level of quasi-general and he successfully entered the level of general.

However, since entering the level of general, Napoleon clearly felt that the speed of his strength improvement had become extremely slow.

In the past, he only needed to practice in seclusion for a month to achieve significant improvement in his strength.

But now, even though he blew up eight mountains, the improvement in his own strength was minimal, just a little bit.

Such insignificant progress obviously could not give Napoleon enough confidence to defeat Yamato.

To make matters worse, since the Trident of Poseidon was detained by the Beasts Pirates, Napoleon lost a powerful weapon, which undoubtedly made it more difficult for him to defeat Yamato.

The Trident of Poseidon that originally belonged to Napoleon was taken away by the Beasts Pirates!

This was undoubtedly a huge humiliation for Napoleon, and he lost all face.

Ever since he lost the Trident of Poseidon, Napoleon has been obsessed with getting it back.

However, things went against his wishes. The more anxious he was to improve his strength, the slower he found his progress.

This slow rate of improvement was a torture for Napoleon, who had always made rapid progress, and made him feel unprecedented despair.

He didn't know how much time it would take him to catch up with or even surpass the powerful Yamato.

At the same time, reports about his defeat were everywhere, and the newspapers were full of ridicule and pessimism about him, which undoubtedly added salt to his wounds and made him even more anxious.

At this moment, Napoleon was extremely eager for a battle in his heart, especially to compete with a strong man who was as powerful as himself.

Because he knew very well that only through fierce fighting could he quickly improve his strength.

It is too difficult to break through your own limits by relying solely on daily training.

The slow growth over the past month has made Napoleon's desire for battle even stronger.

At this moment, Edward Webber's provocation was like a ray of light, illuminating Napoleon's dark inner world.

He seemed to have seen an opportunity for a breakthrough and found an outlet to vent his emotions.

As Murat released the news of accepting the challenge, the entire paradise seemed to be ignited. The turmoil that had just subsided suddenly became a sensation again.

Ever since Whitebeard's death, there has been no peace in Paradise.

Especially on the first route, brutal fighting takes place here every day. Countless pirates who want to stand out engage in fierce battles here just to decide who is the real king.

Among these many pirates, one name stands out, and that is Napoleon from the Lion Pirates.

In the short three or four months of the year 1521 in the Haiyuan calendar, Napoleon had caused too many sensations one after another.

He is either fighting fiercely with Blackbeard or dealing with the navy. Not long ago, he even had a thrilling showdown with the Beasts Pirates.

Now, Napoleon, who had just rested for a month, seemed to have not yet recovered from the previous battle, and he had to face a new challenge - a duel with Wilbur.

People living along the first route have become accustomed to such things, and can even be said to be a little numb.

They were already accustomed to the fights between these pirates, and they did not show much surprise at Napoleon's new opponent.

But those journalists with a keen sense of smell are different.

Like sharks smelling blood, they rushed towards Napoleon quickly, fearing that they would miss this first-hand information.

Soon, "Rockefeller Napoleon vs. Edward Weibull!"

This piece of news broke through the silence like a flash of lightning and became the headlines of major newspapers.

It injected vitality into this paradise that had been silent due to the infighting in the sea.

At the same time, it also provoked the major forces within the first route, causing huge waves on the originally calm sea.

The members of the Blackbeard Pirates were stunned by this sudden change. They couldn't imagine that the legendary devil fruit was obtained so easily by Blackbeard.

"Thief hahahaha, thief hahahaha, Dad, what's mine will definitely be mine, the Tremor-Tremor Fruit is finally in my hands!"

Blackbeard excitedly held up the white, pear-shaped devil fruit, his laughter echoing over the sea, as if it was about to break through the clouds.

This devil fruit is none other than the Parahuman Tremor-Tremor Fruit, which once belonged to Whitebeard and was one of the most powerful forces of that era.

Now, it has fallen into the hands of Blackbeard, which is undoubtedly a huge irony.

Blackbeard originally just robbed a merchant ship, a seemingly ordinary merchant ship transporting fruit.

However, fate took a dramatic turn at this moment.

Among those seemingly ordinary fruits, there is actually a devil fruit hidden, and it is the Tremor-Tremor Fruit that Blackbeard has always dreamed of.

"Rockefeller family, you tried to stop me back then, but now, this devil fruit has fallen into my hands, giving me the power to dominate the world!"

Blackbeard's eyes flashed with greed and ambition, and he stared at the devil fruit in his hand as if it was the key to the whole world.

Without any hesitation, Blackbeard swallowed the devil fruit in one gulp.

In an instant, a powerful force surged in his body, and his body began to undergo miraculous changes.

The next second, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world was waiting for Blackbeard's next move.

Suddenly, Blackbeard's right palm grabbed fiercely, as if he wanted to grasp the entire space in his hand.

There was only a "click" sound, and the sound was like the space breaking, which was creepy.

Immediately afterwards, Blackbeard's right fist smashed into the sky like a meteorite, and the space centered on his right fist seemed to be torn apart, shattering layer by layer.

This horrifying scene frightened the surrounding members of the Blackbeard Pirates and made them step back one after another. They looked at Blackbeard in horror, as if he was no longer the captain they were familiar with, but a devil from hell.