Chương 1791: Napoleon vs. Weibull (7)

Weibull (7) Weibull said to Bajin cautiously, "Mom, can I eat a lot of delicious food now?"

Upon hearing this, Bajin immediately put away her smile, quickly put away the treasure, and said to Weeble in a harsh voice: "Eat, eat, eat, all you know is eating! This money of mine is not enough to support you! When we capture a few more towns, I will buy you food!"

When Weeble heard this, he immediately felt aggrieved like a child, pouting but not daring to say another word.

Just as Ba Jin was about to say something, a cold voice suddenly exploded in the air like thunder: "Eat? Eat my fist!"

Ba Jin was startled by the sudden sound, and she subconsciously raised her head and looked at the sky.

The sky was instantly dyed a dazzling golden color, as if the whole world was shrouded in this golden light.

"What? How could it be so fast?!"

Bakin widened her eyes in horror, staring at Napoleon who was emitting golden light in the sky.

"Take my lion's tooth!"

Accompanied by Napoleon's roar, his figure streaked across the sky like a meteor, rushing towards Weibull and Bakin with unparalleled momentum.

His fists were tightly wrapped in the domineering aura, and the aura was like a blazing flame, wrapping his fists tightly.

Each of his punches contained endless rage, as if he wanted to burn the entire world to ashes.

The power contained in these fists can be said to be sky-high!

The golden fist light cut through the sky like lightning, and with a heart-pounding roar, it slammed into Weeble and Bakin.

This terrifying shock wave was like a wild beast out of control, venting its power unscrupulously.

Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, forming a shock wave visible to the naked eye.

This punch was the result of Napoleon's hard training day and night over the past month, after he had shattered eight mountains.

At the same time, this punch also incorporated the fist power he felt when fighting with Garp.

In that thrilling battle, Napoleon realized a new kind of power from Garp's iron fist.

He combined this power with his own boxing strength, and after constant research and practice, he finally developed his own unique boxing strength.

At this moment, countless fist shadows fell from the sky like raindrops, and each punch contained endless power.

The golden light, like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, first shone on Weeble and Bakin.

This light seemed to have a shocking effect. The moment Ba Jin was enveloped by the light, he seemed to be frozen in place and completely lost the ability to react.

Her mouth was wide open, but she could only make sounds of surprise, and her body was completely unable to move.

In sharp contrast to Bakin, Weeble, who was standing aside, originally looked stupid. However, when he felt this terrifying power, his eyes suddenly became extremely fierce, as if the beast hidden in his body was instantly awakened.

His silly expression disappeared in an instant, replaced by a face full of ferocity and viciousness, as if he had become a completely different person.

Without any hesitation, he immediately held his mother tightly under him, as if she was the most important person in his life.

Then, he quickly raised the naginata in his hand, and a powerful armed color domineering aura surged onto the naginata like a torrent, completely enveloping it.

His body also burst out with astonishing momentum at this moment, as if the whole world was trembling because of him.

Weibull roared angrily, and his voice exploded in the air like thunder.

He raised his hand without hesitation and swung it, and the naginata drew a huge sword energy a hundred meters long in the air. This sword energy was like a roaring dragon, with unparalleled power, slashing straight towards Napoleon in mid-air.

The power of this sword energy was extremely terrifying, as if it was going to cut the entire sky in half.

At the same time, the domineering aura shock wave released by Napoleon was like a surging torrent, formed by countless fist shadows, pouring down from the sky continuously.

Those huge fist shadows were like meteorites, smashing towards Weevil with earth-shattering power.

But the sword energy that Weibul slashed out was like an indestructible line of defense, destroying these fist shadows one by one.

The sword energy and fist shadow collided violently in the air, making earth-shaking noises. The entire space was shaken by this powerful force.

Although Weible's sword energy was incredibly powerful, it eventually became exhausted in the face of such a continuous stream of fist shadow attacks.

After destroying half of the fist shadows, Weible's sword energy could no longer hold on and eventually dissipated in mid-air.

The remaining half of the fist shadow was like lightning, hitting Weibull in an instant with lightning speed.

Although most of the power of this fist shadow has been wiped out, the domineering aura shock wave contained in it is still extremely terrifying.

When the shock wave hit Weevil, it was like a volcanic eruption, bursting out with terrifying power.

The beach where Weevil was originally standing, before the powerful fist shadow shock wave landed, the surrounding environment was like a disturbed swarm of bees, with flying sand and rocks, and chaos.

Now, after these countless fist shadows fell like raindrops, the shock waves they carried were like a violent torrent, quickly sweeping across a thousand-meter area with Weibull as the center.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, as if to set the entire sky on fire.

The huge dust was like a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun, completely submerging the area within sight.

The power of this shock wave was not only limited to this, it also caused violent turbulence in the surrounding sea.

The originally calm sea surface was like an enraged monster, with turbulent waves, raising huge waves more than ten meters high, which hit the island where Weevil was.

This island seems so small and fragile in front of the turbulent sea around it, like a small boat that may be overturned at any time.

pat!

In the midst of this raging sea, Napoleon landed as lightly as a feather on a huge rock in the center of the island.

He folded his arms across his chest, his posture straight and upright, standing proudly on the boulder, like an unshakable mountain.

He stared quietly at the scene in front of him, his eyes calm and deep. He seemed to have no fear of this horrific scene and no intention of rushing to take action.

Just as Napoleon was staring at where Wilbur was, suddenly, without any warning, a strong wind blew.

The strong wind came with great force, like a storm falling from the sky, sweeping across the entire beach in an instant.