Pirates: Building a Pirate Family

Blood kept pouring out from his wounds, almost dyeing his whole body red. From a distance, he seemed to have just crawled out of a pool of blood, and his whole body was bathed in a pool of blood. middle.

Especially his arms, the one-meter-long spikes pierced deeply into the flesh and even collided violently with the bones.

If it were an ordinary person, his arms would have been disabled and unbearable.

Fortunately, Napoleon had an extraordinary strong body. Even though he suffered such a severe blow, he still gritted his teeth and stubbornly waved the trident in his hand to try to resist the enemy's attack.

In this way, Napoleon was suffering tremendous pain while retreating continuously.

Gradually, he was forced to the corner and had no way out.

Fortunately, this extremely fierce attack finally stopped for a while.

At this time, looking at Katakuri who launched the attack, the situation was not much better.

I saw that his face was as pale as paper, with no blood at all, and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, forming a shocking pool of blood on the ground.

Obviously, although the tens of thousands of spike attacks just now were amazing, they consumed extremely hugely on Katakuri himself.

Just from his face at this moment, it can be seen that this battle was an extremely difficult battle for both sides.

Katakuri fell heavily on the ground, raising a burst of dust.

He knelt on one knee directly, his body trembling slightly, and one hand struggled to support the ground to prevent him from falling down completely.

His face was as pale as paper, his brows were frowning tightly, revealing an unbearable look of pain.

The originally sharp and firm eyes became a little unstable at this moment, as if they had lost their focus.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes on Napoleon, who was still standing proudly not far ahead, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Although he had not completely fallen at this time, he knew very well that this fierce showdown ended in his failure.

Looking back on two and a half years ago, the opponent in front of me was easily killed by me with one punch. However, in just two and a half years, the opponent has grown to such a level that he can not only compete with me, but even look at me. You have to defeat yourself.

The feeling of loss caused by this huge gap made Katakuri feel that everything was as unreal as an illusory dream.

His gaze gradually blurred, but he still tried to stare at the bloody, crumbling figure not far away, but never surrendered.

For some reason, the more Katakuli looked at him, the more he felt that the person in front of him was like the one who had deeply shocked and touched him.

At this point, Katakuli couldn't help coughing violently again, and then a mouthful of red blood gushed out of her mouth and splashed on the land in front of her.

His entire aura instantly suffocated to the extreme, as if the candle in the wind could be extinguished at any time.

"Ahem... admit... admit defeat, you no longer have the strength to continue fighting!"

Napoleon's voice came, with a strong sense of fatigue and gasp.

No one knows how long the battle between them lasted. In this dim awakening space, there is neither the sun hanging high in the sky nor the gentle and bright moon, nor the obvious signs that distinguish day and night.

The long time seems to have solidified into eternity here, and only the powerful fluctuations of power generated by the continuous collision and confrontation of the two people prove the cruelty and intensity of this life-and-death contest.

"Give up? You guy, do you know what you are talking about?"

Katakuli's lips raised, and a contemptuous smile appeared, staring at Napoleon in front of her.

Although he was covered in scars and terrible at this moment, his tall and straight body still stood steadily like an unshakable mountain.

"Win and lose, but it's still undecided!"

Katakuli roared, and his facial muscles were distorted so fiercely that they were extremely ferocious and terrifyingly. Blue veins swelled up, as if they would explode at any time.

He raised one hand suddenly and pressed heavily on the ground under his feet.

In an instant, the ground that originally appeared dark purple was quickly swallowed by a thick darkness as if it was splashed with ink.

Armed color domineeringly covers the entire awakening space!

Napoleon looked at Katakuli with almost crazy armed domineering aura, and even covered the entire ground, and his heart was filled with doubts and shock.

You know, the space they are in is nearly 1,000 square meters wide!

How much physical and energy is it taking to cover such a vast area with armed domineering spirit!

Is this guy not worried that he would be exhausted due to excessive use of domineeringness?

In fact, it was not unreasonable for Napoleon to have such doubts.

However, at this moment, Katakuri's mentality had completely collapsed.

All the methods he used in succession were easily cracked by Napoleon, and now there are very few ways for him to win.

Facing the powerful Napoleon, Katakuri knew that the possibility of him defeating the other side was slim.

Since you can't defeat the enemy, you can just fight to the death and die together!

Thinking of this, an extremely crazy light flashed in Katakuri's eyes, and an unparalleled domineering aura burst out from his body, like a violent hurricane sweeping around.

He gritted his teeth and poured out the last trace of strength in his body.

“Rice cake squeeze!”

Katakuli roared angrily and stood up suddenly like a god of war.

I saw his arms spread, his muscles tense, and his veins burst, as if they contained endless power.

Immediately afterwards, his arms pulled violently, and the movement was like pulling a huge bowstring.

With his movements, the originally calm rice cake wall around him seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and began to slowly shrink inward.

Every inch of movement was filled with a heart-pounding oppressive feeling, as if a mountain that was about to collapse was gradually gathering its mountain.

However, just after Katakuli released this shocking last move, his body seemed to have been drained of all his strength and could no longer support his weight.

The once straight and indestructible back fell back weakly.

In the end, he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes closed, and he fainted.

Meanwhile, the surrounding awakening space began to shrink dramatically.

The speed was so fast that it was impossible to react.