Chapter 133 The Consequences of Provoking God

Before the sandstorm touched Phoenix’s body, Phoenix’s backhand slapped it back to the ground.

Phoenix pulled off one of his own red feathers and threw it on the ground, turning into a feathered monster, rushing towards Crocodile.

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

Sherlock immediately covered his abdomen with the upgraded Armament Haki, but still heard his bones rattle.

If it hadn’t been for Armament Haki to withstand most of the damage, his bones should have been shattered.

Sherlock vomited blood, and only two words appeared in his brain, his trump card.

“Suddenly feel that it is a pity to kill you like this.”

The corners of Phoenix’s mouth raised, “Let me have fun with you.”

Phoenix picked up Sherlock and threw him to the ground heavily. The ground was smashed into a pit with a diameter of 100 meters, and ordinary people around him instantly turned into blood mist.

Phoenix teleported, but she was beside Sherlock again and punched Sherlock again, knocking Sherlock away.

If Sherlock had not possessed the power of self-healing, he would be dead now.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you die so easily.”

Phoenix seemed to see through the secret of Sherlock’s self-healing technique, and plucked the small white flower on his body and threw it to the ground.

In that instant, white petals fell on the creeping crowd, and the flowers split, covering the crowd at an incredible speed.

After a few breaths, the ground became a sea of ​​white flowers.

The people of Phoenix screamed in pain, and someone was taking their lives. This is absolutely an unbearable disaster for ordinary people.

A steady stream of vitality poured into Sherlock’s body, and the civilians on the ground were dying continuously.

“you.”

Sherlock clenched his fists and hit Phoenix. Not only did Phoenix not hide, but also let out a silly laugh.

“Hahaha, their lives are finally useful, right? That way I can have more fun!”

Phoenix is ​​not afraid of Sherlock Devil Fruit’s power, and all attacks seem to be ineffective to him.



Sherlock was unilaterally beaten.

Phoenix tore Sherlock’s arm.

Sherlock let out a scream of pain.

“Dear Pipicia, I want to use my hole cards.”

Sherlock’s spirit exchanged consciousness with Pipisia, and Pipisia reminded:

“Ding, trigger the hole card effect, the countdown is 10 seconds, the hole card effect can completely destroy all creatures within a radius of 1 km from the Host.”

“10, 9, 8”

“and many more.”

Sherlock stopped Pipisia, all creatures within a kilometer radius, wouldn’t that include Holling?

No, you can’t use the hole cards, so He Ling will also die.

Sherlock resisted the pain, and his arm swelled out again.

The vitality provided by the people on the ground is enough to regenerate his body.

“Unexpectedly, you treat your believers so cruelly.”

Sherlock wiped the Bloodline at the corner of his mouth.

The corner of Phoenix’s mouth rose up and whispered,

“Don’t you know? They will be born again the next day. I am such a benevolent god.”

“You make me feel sick, get out of He Ling’s body.”

Sherlock spit out a mouthful of blood on Phoenix’s white face.

Phoenix looked at Sherlock angrily:

“How dare you, dare to defile me with your dirty blood!”

Phoenix continued to attack Sherlock angrily, beating him to pieces.

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

His limbs were ruthlessly broken or torn, and they grew out of intense pain.

For Sherlock, this short 15 minutes was like being tortured in hell, and it was painful.

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

He remembered that when he left Herring six years ago, she was an 8-year-old child.

At that time, Sherlock didn’t have too much affection for her, only that she was Houston’s right-hand man and couldn’t stay by his side.

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

I found myself again, pushed away again by myself, and asked her to take care of Duddy and his daughter.

If it were not for the war, Sherlock felt that he needed He Ling’s power and would never find her back.

After that, He Ling became his own tail, for fear of losing himself.

No matter what decision Sherlock made, she stood firmly on her side.

She is always the first person to stand up when her life is threatened.

Perhaps what He Ling really admired is the Houston who saved her, named her, taught her to assassinate, and gave her Devil Fruit.

But Sherlock didn’t care anymore, and Hering’s position in his heart was completely different now.

Perhaps it started when he was willing to peel the shrimp for her.

Perhaps he was willing to let her follow him at any time.

Perhaps it started from seeing her as a woman in his eyes.

Every day, Sherlock was accustomed to being awakened by Hering, she was used to getting into her bed like a kitten, and being stubbornly thrown out by him.

Sherlock’s delay in accepting He Ling was not because of his indifference in his heart, or the straight man of steel.

He was waiting.

Waiting for time to let her forget the former Leah•D• Houston.

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

As Sherlock was waiting, someone appeared to take her away, and Sherlock would not tolerate it, even if this person claimed to be a god.



No, I must not die like this!

Absolutely not!

Shylock, who was enveloped by the crisis of death, stimulated his physical potential, broke free from the situation of being passively beaten, and began to fight back and resist.

He only heard pops and pops in the air, and couldn’t see the movements of the two at all.

Phoenix was surprised to find that Sherlock’s speed was almost catching up with him. In this short period of time, he has been passively beaten. He has made such rapid progress, and even figured out his own tricks. He can always do it in advance. Dodging action.

Unfortunately, even if Sherlock predicted in advance, he couldn’t resist an attack of this intensity. He could only give up resisting and chose to attack directly.

Fist against fist, force for force.

Although his body has been wounded all over, he has indeed made continuous progress in the battle, and he has made rapid progress.

Compared with his usual practice speed increased several times.

“Is this the potential you ignited? Under tremendous pressure, some people will despair and collapse, and some people will burst out of potential, which is interesting and interesting.”

Phoenix waved again, knocking Sherlock to the ground.

The ground that was already dilapidated seemed to have been hit by a falling meteor, and collapsed again.

Sherlock was the falling meteorite, and the vitality absorbed by the sea of ​​white flowers could not meet the energy needed by his body.


He fell to the ground with blood all over his body, as if burned by flames.

Pain, pain, pain.

He only has this kind of feeling.

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

He stepped on Sherlock’s head,

“Do you know why you didn’t kill you directly?”

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