Pirates: Building a Pirate Family

However, who could have expected that in just over a decade of time, those opponents who stood side by side with him had left him far behind.

What is even more incredible is that Napoleon, a young man under twenty who appeared in front of him at this moment, had also reached a height that was enough to compete with him, and even had a vague trend of surpassing him. .

Faced with such a cruel and unacceptable reality, Marco's mood was extremely complicated, and various flavors were intertwined, making him feel mixed emotions.

The moment when Marco's strange voice came into Napoleon's ears, Napoleon turned his eyes to the source of the sound with great interest - it was Marco.

At this moment, Napoleon's eyes were as hot as burning flames, and there was a trace of provocative light flashing in it, as if a hungry lion was staring at the prey he was about to get; or it was a domineering gaze, which made people feel like they were staring at their soon-to-be prey. Don't dare to look at it.

Marco naturally felt the oppressive vision from Napoleon. He subconsciously clasped his fist tightly, and his joints turned slightly white due to excessive force.

However, facing such a powerful opponent, Marco did not mean to retreat, but just became secretly alert.

At this moment, Napoleon's mouth slowly raised, outlining a curve that seemed to be a smile.

The next second, a terrifying aura suddenly rose from him like a volcano erupting, and locked Marco firmly with lightning speed.

This momentum is so strong that the air around it even distorts and deforms.

At the same time, Napoleon's domineering aura suddenly burst out like a dazzling golden sun, and the dazzling golden light was mixed with strands of heart-pounding blood red.

These two colors intertwined and merged together to form a unique and shocking visual effect.

With this domineering aura, an invisible shock wave rushed straight towards Marco with a scattered force!

Because the incident happened suddenly, Marco had no time to make any effective defense.

The shock wave hit his brain hard, causing his brain to fall into an extremely dizzy state in an instant, as if it was hit by a heavy hammer.

His steps couldn't help but staggered, and he took a big step back before he could barely stabilize his body.

After a while, Marco finally came back from that brief state of loss of consciousness.

At this time, his face was extremely solemn, and a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed out from his forehead.

He stared at Napoleon in front of him, and knew in his heart that the other party's sudden move just now was obviously giving him a warning.

Napoleon also stared at Marco, but his eyes showed a faint look of disappointment.

In his opinion, although Marco is also a strong opponent, there is still a big gap compared to Katakuli.

But even so, Napoleon did not dare to take it lightly, because the real difficulty of Marco was the special abilities given by the immortal fruit he possessed.

The phantom beast species, coupled with its terrifying recovery ability, is simply an immortal little strongman on the battlefield.

If you want to defeat such an existence, unless you can give it a fatal blow, even if you are seriously injured, you will quickly recover as before in a blink of an eye.

Such perverted abilities, combined with his already extraordinary strength, have made only a handful of people in this world who have the ability to put Marco to death in a short period of time.

If you cannot exhaust the opponent's physical strength and make him exhausted, then it is almost a fantasy to face the battle head-on and successfully kill him.

Napoleon's eyes slowly moved away from Marco's body like a cold poisonous snake, and then scanned the entire Whitebeard Pirates.

Just then, Joz, who was standing aside, suddenly changed his face and shouted at the young people around him: "No, young people are about to retreat!"

However, it was too late.

Only a muffled sound was heard, and an extremely powerful domineering aura suddenly burst out from Napoleon's body.

This domineering aura was like a surging torrent, sweeping wildly in all directions with a surging force.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to be shrouded in this invisible pressure, making people breathless.

The shock wave formed by the domineering aura hit everyone like a storm.

Suddenly, a huge pressure like Mount Tai fell from the sky and hit the shoulders of the Whitebeard Pirates.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of falling to the ground was heard one after another.

The young crew members were unable to withstand this terrifying impact and then fell heavily on the hard deck.

Their bodies were twitching, and white foam was splashing everywhere in their mouths, looking terrible.

This sudden scene made all the old crew members of the Whitebeard Pirates present angrily and furious. This is undoubtedly a great shame and provocation to the Whitebeard Pirates.

There was only a loud "bang" sound, like thunder on the ground, which made the entire sea surface tremble slightly.

The white-bearded body, as majestic as a mountain, suddenly stood up, as fast as lightning, causing a gust of wind to whistle by.

At the same time, the trembling Cong Yunche in his hand was also hit hard on the hard deck, making a crisp and loud impact sound, as if it was about to shatter the entire ship.

In an instant, a surging and overwhelming domineering aura burst out from the white beard.

This domineering aura is like a turbulent wave, majestic, and its power is even more powerful than Napoleon, known as the "Sea God".

In the blink of an eye, these two equally shocking domineering auras collided fiercely, stirring up countless shock waves that could be seen in the naked eye, spreading wildly around.

The white-bearded domineering aura was like an indestructible shield, firmly blocking his sons who regarded him as treasures, blocking Napoleon's fierce domineering aura.

He had a solemn face and a very grim expression. He stared at Napoleon opposite him with his eyes tightly, and a terrifying light flashed in his eyes, as if he would immediately be hit by his thunderous attack if the other party had any abnormal movement.

Napoleon felt the terrifying pressure and deterrent force emitted by the white beard, and his already solemn expression added a bit of heaviness.