One Piece: Holy Cult

Chapter 115
Seeing Willy's sharper changes than a living person, Uriel couldn't help but sigh again for the black technology in the world of One Piece.

If the first capsule only enhanced Willy's strength, then the second capsule undoubtedly increased his size.

The four-meter-high murloc's body was blown up to a full ten meters by the effect of the capsule like a balloon.

He is ten meters tall and has a waist circumference of ten meters. He looks like the Avenger Hulk who is tired of playing in the movies. He looks like the Invincible Hulk after being painted with blue ink and reloaded.

But his form only lasted less than ten seconds.

After the third capsule was swallowed, the inflated balloon leaked again, and the white snake-like steam was sprayed out from the pores of his whole body, shaking his head and tail, and his inflated body continued to shrink.

One moment he was the potbellied Chen Guohan in the King of Fighters, and the next moment he has become the bamboo pole-like Dalxi in Street Fighter, and the ten-meter-waisted giant thinned into a bolt of lightning in the blink of an eye.

The skinny body could hardly catch the beach shorts with the beautiful red lips printed on the crotch.

Thin is thin, but extremely strong.Muscles protruded, and the steel cables seemed to be twisted around his body. The explosive force seemed to severely injure his eyes just by looking at it.

Willie's shriveled blue fish had a painful look on his face, obviously it was not so easy to bear the effects of the Red Devil Potion.

He lowered his waist, bent his knees, swung his horse, covered his chest with one arm, and retracted his waist with the other. He shouted at Uriel in a deep voice, "Come again!"

"interesting."

"Holy Fire!"

Uriel clearly sensed the power exploding like gunpowder in Willy's body, and a look of joy flashed across his face. He clapped his hands, and slapped a palm of flames surrounded by golden flames at Willy's body.

The palm of the flame stood upright like a knife, cutting Willy with the edge of the palm.

Until the flames approached, Willie remained meticulous in his punching posture.Every move and style of karate seems to be full of a very solemn sense of ritual, and it is used as a source of strength.

"Murloc karate, crimson flow, burning blood tile fist."

Willy yelled violently, and thick red mist rose all over his body. When Uriel moved his nose, he could smell the indissoluble blood in the red mist from far away.

The red mist was actually all formed by the blood in Willie's body.

The red mist was released as soon as it was released, and it shrank on the fist at Willie's waist, condensing a large blood-red droplet. Accompanied by Willy's violent shouting, the droplet carried the heat that could burn the air, ignited the air and ignited it. own.

The liquid droplets hit the palm of fire, the bloody flames hit the golden flames, the two sides fought to the death, and they couldn't stand each other. They continued to explode and burst into one ball after another of scorching air. A large bowl-shaped pit with a diameter of several meters was created on the smooth sandy beach.

Seeing that the two-color flames canceled each other out and both disappeared, Uriel flicked his wrist, raised his eyebrows, and commented, "This trick is not bad. You created it yourself?"

The punch and the palm were evenly matched, and Willie regained the confidence he had almost lost. He snorted coldly and replied Uriel, "Such a powerful move was naturally created by our captain and taught to me."

When it comes to "Captain", the reverence on his face is very strong and obvious.Not only him, but also the many murlocs behind him. The fiery expression on his face is like that of a fanatic, as if a small businessman saw a live Jack Ma, a bronze Xiaobai met a season champion, and a hormonal boy met Tian Haiyi , It is worship, belief and loyalty.

"So that's how it is." Satisfied with his curiosity, Uriel ignited a raging holy fire again, and looked at Willy, "Then, when your captain taught you this move, he must have said that every time you use this move, it will consume more energy." Your own blood, right? I don’t know how much blood you have, which can be squandered for you to deal with my next attack.”

His fists were like wheels, and a turbulent flaming machine gun was fired from Uriel's hands, dragging a long streamer like a comet's tail, swishing towards Willy who was in a stance.

"Wing Chun."

"Baguazhang."

"The great sage splits and hangs."

"Lung step punch."

"Six Meridians Divine Sword."

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

"Give me back Piao Piao punch."

Uriel yelled while fighting, and all kinds of moves that were unheard of in the world of One Piece came out of his mouth, turning into various fists and palms, different flame shapes, as if there was a firework party on the beach.

Willie's fish mouth was tightly shut, his face was livid, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed to drip juice.

From Uriel's cheerful shouts, jumping movements, and joyful and relaxed mood, he grasped exactly the original intention of the other party to tease him like a monkey, but he could only swallow the bitterness that kept flooding his heart .

There is no other reason. For Uriel, every flaming punch, palm slap, and finger stab is just a game when he is in the mood, but even so, Willy still has to concentrate on every blow, Go all out.

The scarlet blood continued to transpire, turning into drops of blood-burning red fireballs, and tried their best to resist the attack of the flying holy fire, trying to be able to die together.

For Willie at this moment, counterattack is just an unattainable luxury.

He could see that Uriel was not fighting with himself, but an adult playing with children.

A sense of powerlessness that he has always brought to human beings surged into Willie's chest, and he felt like a newcomer to the gambling scene who was tricked into the casino, watching his blood as a bet poured into the game time and time again, even one The splashes disappeared, and I lost every time I lost, and I finally woke up.

Rather than being cut by Uriel's slow knife like this, it's better to find a good time for yourself.

"Murloc Karate, Crimson Flow, Big Shark Wazheng Fist."

The red light was shining brightly, and he burned all the blood he could use in an instant, and the blood red steam enveloped the surrounding area for a hundred meters, then shrank and condensed, and a blood red shark emerged vividly between the two of them.

With a mouth full of sharp blood teeth and a murderous aura all over his body, the Shark Shark let out a long howl, broke through the air, and lowered his head straight to the flaming palms that came from the rain.

The flames exploded, and the fist attack built by the sacred fire was shattered by the Shark, scattered into a rain of stars and white sand. The blood-red flames shot up from the Shark's body, and with Willy's last hope, he looked straight at the place where Uriel was. Come.

Uriel's eyes sparkled, and he was very pleased to see the charging shark. It was rare to meet such a good partner who was inferior to him in strength and allowed him to play with it to his heart's content. The table is full of people, and the enthusiasm explodes, so let's have a good entertainment.

At this moment, the appetizers have been eaten, and the shark shark is like the finale of the peerless feast, which deserves to be taken seriously by Uriel with the strongest palm on earth.

Shark shark wagged its tail, murderous like a torrent.

Uriel stood still, looking solemn, spreading his hands like a tide, and slowly pushed out.

He paused every word and drank in a low voice.

"Buddha's Palm."

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