From the world of one piece to the strongest

The battle between Fenrir and Basoro is still going on, physical skills confrontation, punches and kicks are all exhausted, even if Basoro puts on the biological armor, Fenrir can still fight evenly, but if the delay continues Not desirable.

For Fenrir, the next battle will definitely not be short, and a quick victory is the best strategy.

Fenrir stood still slowly and stopped attacking. His eyes were full of vicious three-point decisiveness. It would be good if he could win next time. Now is not the time to enjoy fighting.

"Basolo, next, I'll teach you my tricks... Don't say that I won't be honored, I've already reminded you, haha! Psychic power burst pressure!"

Fenrir stretched out his left hand and held it tightly, as if pinching Bartholo's heart.

This is indeed the case, as Fenrir's big hand clenched an invisible pressure to tighten Bartholo tightly, and the pressure from all directions trapped him tightly, Fenrir's hand was also trembling constantly, Basoro put up a tenacious resistance.

The space was imprisoned, and the air became thicker. Gradually, Basoro's breathing became more laborious. Not only was he resisting the oppression of the invisible force around him, but he forced himself to hold on, and was surprised that he could not breathe. When the oxygen was gone, his mouth opened and closed, his lungs heaved vigorously, but he still couldn't breathe a single bit of air.

Feeling Basoro's painful appearance, Fenrir smiled slightly, "It's painful, right! Basoro. A master of physical arts like you is a big oxygen consumer, and with the respiration of those strains of yours, The air here is basically going to be consumed. If you use telekinetic power to evacuate the air around you at this moment, it will be easier to exert influence on you. This is also thanks to the fact that you have built this large submarine prison so densely. It’s airtight! See how long you can last without oxygen.”

Basoro's face was flushed red, but he was like a drowning person at the moment, longing for air, how long it would take for a person to die in a state of hypoxia, Fenrir didn't understand the limits of what humans can do in this world, but absolutely It won't be too long.

The desire to survive forced Basolo to start rebelling. Some unknown changes are taking place in his body. Fenrir is right, lack of oxygen will kill him, but not all fungi need to breathe, and the demon has already completed He who has awakened the fruit ability can also use the fruit ability to make some changes to his body...

Gradually Basoro no longer struggled, but his vengeful eyes remained firm, and he began to slowly accumulate energy. The pressure exerted by this invisible thought power was supported by his armor, and he pushed out as if he had exhausted all the strength in his body. palms.

Fenrir obviously felt that Bartholo's palms seemed slow but extremely powerful. The invisible waves released from the palms made the space between the two spread like ripples falling into the water. At the same time, Fenrir Lear's palms were also getting bigger and bigger, and gradually he couldn't hold his own palms. In the end, his power of thought completely collapsed and he lost resistance to these palms.

Basoro managed to get out of trouble. He finally tasted the sweetness of the air at this moment. The feeling of surviving after dying and lack of oxygen made him feel the freshness of life. He looked at Fenrir with more vigilance. This blow almost killed him. If he hadn't changed his body's respiratory enzyme system at a critical moment, he would never have survived.

This time it was Fenrir's turn to be stunned. He really couldn't understand how Basoro burst into such an attack in a state of hypoxia. Such a move was amazing enough, and it was absolutely difficult to perform it in that state. multiple increase.

Thinking of this, Fenrir couldn't help laughing at himself, "It's my fault for underestimating you."

Afterwards, Fenrir threw out the Dragon Spear of Destruction that he had been holding in his right hand. The super-powerful throw made the already berserk Dragon Spear even more domineering. Basoro, gasping for breath, shot.

Basoro is definitely a tough guy. Facing Fenrir's menacing move, he resolutely decided to resist. In fact, he has no choice. This is the big prison he guards, located on the sixth floor of the deep sea. , if such a place has been irreversibly damaged, it is no joke.

Basolo felt a fatal threat from this thing, but he couldn't tolerate Fenrir's nonsense.

The dragon gun in energy state was on the verge of exploding. At this time, Basoro's hands grabbed the dragon gun at a critical moment. Basoro's veins burst out under the armor mask. , obviously trying desperately to prevent the dragon gun from exploding, but he was a step behind Fenrir after all, and he did the calculations with his mind or not, so it was rare for him to retreat unscathed.

A terrifying impact exploded from Basoro's hands, and the purple-black light shone, but it did not cause a large-scale explosion. The flames dissipated, and the armor on Basoro's body was torn apart by the explosion, and his hands had become scorched black. It's not the armed color, but the actual damage. Basoro's body is covered with scorched black color, which is the color caused by the burning of flesh and blood.

Fenrir looked at Basoro's miserable appearance, and smiled slightly: "Are you really conscientious? Basoro, I thought you would avoid it."

At this moment, Basoro's eyes showed a little fear for the first time. He said excitedly: "You bastard, do you know what is behind the wall behind me? There is a deep sea outside, so it is possible that you want to ruin the entire Impe Is it the big prison?"

Facing Fenrir's questioning, Fenrir still had a warm smile on his face, "This is fate! Your overthinking will kill you. What exactly do you want? Kill me? Or kill me?" Guard this cold prison?"

"It's not a conflict!"

Fenrir smiled sassyly, "Now there is a conflict! You who were in a complete state could have won, but now you... are about to lose. Dead people can't do what you said, unless...you also become that Seed, monster."

Basoro's face was pale, and for the first time he had the thought of giving up on his never-shaken faith. He had to admit that his solitary search to solve the source of the rebellion was about to fail. He underestimated the kid in front of him now. .

Fenrir chuckled, "This is doomed to the end of you and me. I am completely bad, and I have thrown away the so-called bottom line. You are in a dilemma and struggling." While talking, the stone railings of the sea building on the sixth floor prison began to go crazy Trembling at a high frequency, they shattered their restraints, and then broke free one by one from the solid wall, floating behind Fenrir.

Fenrir looked at Basoro whose belief was shaken, and slowly raised his hands. Following his manipulation, countless slender sea tower stones were endowed with souls and turned into spirit snakes and began to charge towards Basoro .

Basolo couldn't help but be speechless when he looked at the dense sea tower stones behind Fenrir. When had he seen such a scene? As a capable person, even if he touched any of those sea tower stones, the battle would end .

Facing the dense snake-like "spears" of sea tower stones, Basoro tried his best to dodge. With the dance of Fenrir's hands, Basoro was like a monkey being teased by jumping up and down. Unfortunately, he did not He regained his previous skill, and his actions were hindered by his injury. It seemed that failure had become inevitable.

At this moment, Fenrir completely put away the transformation of the little dragon man. He stood there, graceful, like a band conductor, waving his hands, and countless sea tower stones were flying in the sky. They seemed to be given life. Under the control of Fenrir's telekinetic power, he was dancing a death waltz.

After all, this death escape ended with Basoro's defeat. Basoro, who came here full of anger, was nailed to the ground by the sea tower stone where the criminal was imprisoned, and seven or eight sea tower stones were pierced through his body. He gasped weakly, his eyes were still fixed on Fenrir, but at this moment his eyes were extremely complicated, knowing that he was powerless, he simply closed his eyes and waited for death.

Fenrir withdrew his mind power, and the Hailou stones that had lost power fell to the ground and made noises. Fenrir walked slowly in front of Basoro, looked at Basoro who was still breathing with his eyes closed, and said slowly: " You are very strong, but unfortunately you are not firm enough! It seems that fate is destined, you will become my strength and fill that gap... What a pity! To be buried in the belly of the Demon King."

He stretched out his hand, and the dense and surging scarlet tentacles wrapped Basuoluo, just like the devil opened the huge mouth of the abyss...