One Piece: Turning Fruit

Chapter 273 End
"It's really a pity." Hearing the words of Sand Crocodile recruiting again, even though Allen had made his own decision, he still had to sigh in his heart.

"If the first person I met was really the sand crocodile, I believe we can get along well..." Seeing the figure of the sand crocodile taking a step forward, Alan finally sighed and put away these unrealistic ideas.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

The sand crocodile has already entered Allen's attack range.

No one could have imagined that Allen would hide so many things on his body.

He is also included.

Just when the sand crocodile raised some expectations and waited for Allen's answer.

Suddenly, Alan who was kneeling on one knee below suddenly stretched out his hand and shook it.

The dominant sense of stability hidden in the inner waist of the windbreaker comes out.

Following Allen's strength, he threw it onto the sand crocodile, surrounding Lao Sha's upper body.

A thick purple smoke instantly filled the sand crocodile's sight.

"what?!"

There was a sound of astonishment, and the sand crocodile really didn't expect that Alan would have such a hand.

Or it could be said to be out of confidence in the scorpion venom in the golden hook on his arm.

Lao Sha never thought that Alan still had the ability to resist at this moment.

He wanted to dodge but it was too late.

Elementalization could only panic and try to avoid these gases that I don't know what they are, but I know they are not easy to mess with at first glance.

But it was still a step too late.

The sand crocodile has a high opinion of its own strength, and now there is still a happy event that has been endured for many years and is about to come true.

Seeing Allen fell to the ground, he let down a little vigilance.

In addition, Allen's shot was sudden.

By the time the sand crocodile wanted to hold its breath and elementalize, some gas had already entered the body along with its breath.

With his way, he also gave his body.

Allen also acted as a trick for the old gentleman to compare characters today.

If I fell into the trap of the sand crocodile, let the sand crocodile fall for it in the same way.

And Allen's actions just now greatly exceeded the expectations of the sand crocodile.

Whether it was the sudden attack or the poison in the waist, it was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

I just regret that no one else was present at this time, otherwise it would definitely cause a burst of consternation.

But what surprised the sand crocodile even more is how Alan still has strength, or in other words, how can he endure the various discomforts caused by the poisoning?
My family members know their own affairs, and the sand crocodile understands that just a little measurement of the scorpion venom in the golden hook on its arm is enough to kill people on the spot.

Although Allen was not directly hit by the scorpion venom, he entered the body along the sand.

Losing contact with the blood caused some discounts in the efficacy of the medicine, but even so, it was enough for Allen to suffer.

The look just now couldn't have been faked.

Why do you still have the strength to make such an action?

With such doubts in mind, the sand crocodile's already elementalized body wanted to quickly dodge backwards.

but.
It was still too late, although the poison that Alan had painstakingly developed over the years was not fatal.

But at this juncture, it is still possible to paralyze the sand crocodile's thinking.

The sand crocodile urged its body to retreat.

But the nerves of the brain, hindered by the sense of security, slowed down a step.

The sand crocodile shouted frantically and urgently outside, "Run, run, run!".

But the brain responded slowly, "What~~? Ah~ I have to run~~".

The end is a person who is anxious to death.

And it was just such a delay.

The sand crocodile only felt a pain in his waist, and his body was forced out of the elementalization.

After that, a wave of powerlessness like a tide swept away all the strength in his whole body.

He collapsed straight to the ground.

"This is?" The sand crocodile looked down, and saw a long, narrow knife suddenly appearing from Alan's left arm.

The bladed part sank directly into his waist and abdomen.

As for why the sand crocodile knows that it is a narrow and long dagger, it is mainly based on feeling.

feeling in the abdomen.
"Hailoushi!? The second team, you!!", the sand crocodile is not a kid who just went out to sea, and he has never even seen how powerful Hailoushi is. Feeling the familiar sense of powerlessness in his body, The sand crocodile was startled and angry.

Shock and anger fly together, admiration and trouble coexist.

A Hailoushi dagger was directly installed in his body. This kind of tolerance for pain and the ruthlessness to achieve the goal by any means are not comparable to normal people.

The sand crocodile has both anger at Alan's repeated rejection of himself, and admiration for meeting such an enemy as an opponent.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sand Crocodile. I seem to have let down your wishes again..." Looking at the Sand Crocodile under him, Allen used his body weight to fix the dagger so that it would not fall off. Feeling some vague perception in his body, Allen said with a wry smile.

Just now when Allen was making small movements on his waist, he didn't just take out a display-type security sensor.

Alan just sneakily opened a bottle of the invisible Anwenjue, which is colorless and odorless once mixed with air.

Not for the sand crocodile, but for yourself.

There is only one chance, and Allen doesn't want to waste this last precious opportunity.

Opening a bottle of safe feeling can also alleviate the clearer pain in his body and the discomfort after poisoning.

So as not to shake your hand when you take it out.

"Did you fail? The second team, you really failed me." The powerlessness brought by Hailoushi in his body made the sand crocodile even have no strength to hold a cigar.

At this time, he could only reluctantly say some words to delay the time.

The sand crocodile now needs time to calm down and really wants to get out.

The universe is undecided!You and I are both dark horses!Live like ants!Dangli. cough.

Even if the sand crocodile didn't restrain the movement with the Hailoushi dagger at this moment, it seemed that there was no chance to continue.

But for people like them, as long as they haven't got the situation they are satisfied with, unless they are dead, they will always try to find a chance to turn around.

Now is not the time to give up.

"Now..saying..it's useless to say anything. The ending has already been decided. You lost Mr. Sand Crocodile." Shaking his somewhat blurred vision, Allen raised his spirits and followed Sand Crocodile to say the last words.

Allen's state is indeed a bit bad now.

Whether it's the sand grains with deadly scorpion venom that the sand crocodile enters into the body along its breath, or the sense of stability that Alan himself concocted.

All made Allen one step closer to death.

Hmm... The sense of security makes Allen feel good.

(End of this chapter)