Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Before Sandstorm could even touch Phoenix's body, he was slapped back to the ground by Phoenix's backhand.

Phoenix plucked out one of his red feathers, threw it to the ground, turned into a feathered monster, and rushed towards Crocodile.

He turned around, let go of his hand, clenched his fist, and hit Sherlock in the abdomen.

Sherlock immediately covered his abdomen with mutated armed domineering energy, but he still heard his bones cracking.

If it weren't for the armored haki that resisted most of the damage, his bones would have been shattered.

Sherlock vomited blood, and only two words came to his mind, trump card.

"Suddenly I felt that it would be a pity to kill you like this."

Phoenix raised the corners of his mouth, "Just let me have some fun with you."

Phoenix picked up Sherlock and threw him heavily to the ground. A crater with a diameter of [-] meters was made on the ground, and the ordinary people around him instantly turned into blood mist.

Phoenix teleported to Sherlock's side, punched again, and knocked Sherlock away.

If Sherlock hadn't had the power to heal himself, he would be dead now.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily."

Phoenix seemed to have seen through the secret of Sherlock's self-healing technique, and plucked out the small white flowers blooming on his body and threw them to the ground.

In an instant, white petals fell on the prostrate crowd. The flowers split and covered the crowd at an incredible speed.

In a few breaths, the ground bloomed into a sea of ​​white flowers.

The people in Phoenix screamed in agony, as someone was sucking their lives away. This was an absolutely unbearable disaster for ordinary people.

A steady stream of life force poured into Sherlock's body, while civilians on the ground were dying.

"you."

Sherlock clenched his fist and hit Phoenix. Not only did Phoenix not hide, he also let out a scary laugh.

"Hahaha, their lives finally have some effect, right? This way I can have more fun!"

Phoenix is ​​completely unafraid of the power of Sherlock's Devil Fruit, and all attacks seem to be ineffective against him.

Shylock was beaten unilaterally.

Phoenix tore Sherlock's arm alive.

Sherlock let out a scream of pain.

"Dear Pipicia, I want to use my trump card."

Shylock's spirit communicated with Pipicia, and Pipicia reminded:

"Ding, trigger the effect of the trump card. The countdown is 10. The effect of the trump card can completely destroy all creatures within a radius of 1 kilometer of the host."

"10, 9, 8"

"and many more."

Sherlock called Pipisia to marry him, all living things within a radius of one kilometer, didn't that include He Ling?

No, you can't use your trump card, otherwise He Ling will die.

Sherlock endured the pain and his arm swelled up again.

The life force provided by the people on the ground is enough for him to regenerate his body.

"I didn't expect you to be so cruel to your own believers."

Sherlock wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Phoenix raised the corners of his mouth and whispered,

"Don't you know? They will be reborn again the next day. I am such a merciful God."

"You make me feel sick, get out of Heling's body."

Sherlock spat out a mouthful of blood on Phoenix's fair face.

Phoenix looked at Sherlock angrily:

"How dare you, how dare you stain me with your dirty blood!"

Phoenix angrily attacked Sherlock repeatedly, beating his body to pieces.

New scars continued to appear on Sherlock's body, and his internal organs also suffered various degrees of damage.

His limbs were mercilessly broken or torn, then regrown in excruciating pain.

For Sherlock, these short 15 minutes were like being tortured in hell, and he was in agony.

But he couldn't fall, he still wanted to take He Ling back.

He recalled that when he left He Ling behind 6 years ago, she was still an 8-year-old child.

At that time, Sherlock did not have deep feelings for her. He only felt that she was Houston's right-hand man and could not stay by his side.

And He Ling was alone at sea, looking for him for 6 years.

She found herself again, but was pushed away by herself again, asking her to take care of Dadi and his daughter.

If it weren't for the war, Sherlock felt that he needed He Ling's power and would never have gotten her back.

After that, He Ling turned into his own tail, as if he was afraid of losing himself.

No matter what decision Sherlock made, she would stand unswervingly on her side.

When her life is threatened, she is always the first to stand up.

Perhaps, what Herring truly loved was Houston, who saved her, named her, taught her assassination, and gave her the Devil Fruit.

But Sherlock no longer cares, Herling's status in his heart is completely different now.

Maybe it started with his willingness to peel shrimps for her.

Maybe it starts with his willingness to let her follow him at any time.

Maybe it started from the fact that he only saw her as a woman.

Every day, Sherlock was used to being woken up by He Ling, used to her getting into his bed like a kitten, and then being stubbornly thrown out by him.

Sherlock's delay in accepting Herring was not because he was really cold-hearted or was a straight man.

Rather, he was waiting.

Waiting for time for her to forget the Leah D. Houston she once was.

When she grows up, she will be responsible for her own actions.

While Shylock was waiting, someone appeared who wanted to take her away. Shylock would never tolerate it, even if this person claimed to be a god.

No, I can never die like this!

Absolutely not!

Shrouded in the crisis of death, Shylock stimulated his physical potential, broke away from the passive situation of being beaten, and began to fight back and resist.

Only the sound of sonic booms was heard in the air, and the movements of the two people could not be seen clearly.

Phoenix was surprised to find that Sherlock's speed had almost caught up with him. In this short period of time, he had been passively being beaten, but he had made such rapid progress. He even figured out his own tricks and could always do them in advance. Make an evasive action.

Unfortunately, even if Sherlock had predicted it in advance, he would not be able to withstand such an intense attack. He could only give up resisting and choose to attack directly.

Punch for punch, force for force.

Although his body was covered with bruises, he did continue to improve in the battle, and he improved rapidly.

It was several times faster than his usual cultivation speed.

"Is this the potential you unleash? Under huge pressure, some people will collapse in despair, but some people can explode their potential, which is interesting and interesting."

Phoenix waved his hand again, knocking Sherlock to the ground.

The already dilapidated ground collapsed again as if it had been hit by a falling meteorite.

Sherlock was the falling meteorite, and the vitality absorbed by the sea of ​​white flowers began to be unable to meet the energy needs of his body.

He fell to the ground, covered in blood, and his body seemed to be burned by fire.

Pain, pain, pain.

This was the only feeling he had.

Phoenix appeared next to Sherlock, his chin slightly raised, looking down at Sherlock.

His foot was on Shylock's head,

"Do you know why I don't just kill you?"