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Faced with such a fierce and violent attack without any flaws, Napoleon was shocked. He didn't expect that Katakuri still had the strength to fight back.

You know, even though he seemed to have easily crushed the punches that Katakuri had thrown before.

But in fact, he had already used up all his strength and tried his best to barely break two of them.

However, at this moment, nine fists appeared at once, and they attacked from different directions at the same time.

In this situation, even if Napoleon had the fastest reaction and the best skills, it would be impossible for him to completely defend against it.

So, without any hesitation, Napoleon immediately used his best dodging skills, and flashed his body, trying to avoid this round of overwhelming and fierce attack.

Although the power contained in Katakuri's punches is indeed extremely huge, their speed is obviously not as fast as Napoleon's extraordinary reaction speed.

Therefore, at the critical moment, Napoleon finally managed to avoid most of the attacks.

"You're good at hiding, aren't you?"

Katakuri's eyes widened and he roared in a low voice.

As he finished his words, he suddenly spread his arms, as majestic as a roc spreading its wings.

Then, he stretched out his clenched hands towards Napoleon, and a shocking scene happened - two huge donuts appeared out of thin air in the place of his hands.

The donuts were so huge that they looked like two small hills.

What was even more shocking was that a pair of extremely large hands slowly stretched out from the donut.

Those hands were so big that they almost filled up the entire awakening space.

In an instant, the originally spacious space became crowded, as if all the air had been squeezed out by the pair of huge hands.

Faced with such a horrifying scene, Napoleon suddenly felt that he had no way to escape.

However, at this critical moment, he was not at all panicked.

He quickly held the trident in his hand horizontally and blocked it steadily between the two big hands.

It happened in a flash. Just as Napoleon made a defensive move, his originally aggressive and arrogant hand seemed to be suddenly stuck by something and could no longer move forward at all.

Seeing this, Napoleon couldn't help but chuckle: "Huh, I thought you were so powerful? Turns out you're just like this!"

Although he spoke contemptuously, Napoleon was actually not in a good condition at this time.

There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his body was covered with bruises of various sizes. Obviously, after so many fierce battles, even a strong man like Napoleon had suffered serious injuries.

On the other side, when Katakuri saw the scene, his face instantly became extremely gloomy.

His eyes were fixed on the trident of Poseidon in Napoleon's hand, and his heart became more and more determined.

At this moment, he was completely certain that the Trident of Poseidon in Napoleon's hand was definitely one of the legendary supreme swords.

You know, there are very few supreme swords in this world, and now one has appeared here. How could he not be shocked and surprised?

Faced with Napoleon's provocation, Katakuri stood there expressionlessly, completely unmoved.

He knew that it was pointless to argue with his opponent, and only absolute strength could make the opponent shut up.

Katakuri was seen waving his hands, and balls of white rice cakes poured out of his hands, gradually gathering into a donut that was so huge that it was jaw-dropping.

This donut stands in the air like a small mountain, exuding an enticing aroma and a terrifying smell.

After finishing the donut, Katakuri flashed up like a ghost and stood steadily on the donut.

At the same time, a layer of black domineering aura that was so thick that it almost turned into substance instantly enveloped the huge donut, as if he was wearing an indestructible armor.

Napoleon below originally thought that Katakuri would attack with his powerful punches like before.

However, what happened next was far beyond his expectations.

The surface of the black donut floating in the air suddenly began to wriggle violently.

Immediately afterwards, extremely sharp spikes protruded from the donut at an astonishing speed.

These spikes flashed with cold light, each one was more than one person tall, and were densely packed throughout the donut.

When Napoleon saw this sudden change, he secretly thought that something was wrong.

Before he could react further, he heard Katakuri's deafening roar from above: "Sweet Li Mochi!"

Along with this roar, all the spikes on the donut suddenly exploded with unparalleled power like explosives with a lit fuse.

They transformed into black shadows and shot out in all directions like needles from a rainstorm.

For a moment, the entire awakening space was filled with these black spikes, and there was no space to hide.

Napoleon felt a strong sense of approaching crisis, and his observation Haki frantically sounded the alarm, reminding him of the great danger he was about to face.

He did not dare to delay at all, and hurriedly waved the trident of Poseidon in his hand, using all his strength to display his defensive moves.

The trident of Poseidon began to spin rapidly, bringing up a gust of wind and forming a solid blue barrier.

Those whistling black spikes hit the barrier, making a series of crisp sounds, but they were unable to break through the defense line.

However, despite this, Napoleon could clearly feel that he was finding it increasingly difficult to resist, and his arms were trembling slightly due to the huge impact force.

However, how could it be easy to resist those tens of thousands of spikes?

They came in dense and overwhelming numbers, with a speed that was astonishing.

Although Napoleon tried his best to block them, there were too many spikes and they were too dense, and they soon found the flaws in his defense.

All I could hear was a continuous "puff puff" sound, which was the sound of the spikes piercing the flesh.

In the blink of an eye, the sharp spikes penetrated Napoleon's seemingly tight defense and pierced his body mercilessly.

In an instant, Napoleon's body was covered with sharp thorns, and at the same time, hideous wounds appeared all over his body.

The wounds were crisscrossed, as if they had been cut into pieces by thousands of knives, and it was unbearable to look at.

As the spikes continued to pierce, Napoleon began to slowly retreat.

Every step he took back would make his injuries worse.