Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock didn't care how much his performance at this time had shocked the other party. Naturally, he couldn't just let the other party hold his shoulder like this, so he grabbed the other party's wrist and at the same time sank his shoulders. In this way, he broke free of the opponent's hand that could crush the concrete into crumbs in an instant.

Niazi is a trainer of the most elite regiment of the Crusaders. He handles powerful warriors who can become third-level contractors. Although he has not fought on the front line, he still has very outstanding strength. How can he think of himself? His hand was actually broken free by a miscellaneous fish. He didn't know how the other party did it, but in the flash of lightning, a coldness flashed in his eyes. He staggered his feet, and his arms seemed to be holding two steel door panels, and he smashed the opponent's head headlong. .

The wind at night seemed to be a little colder, blowing away the heat steaming from the distance. It also made Sherlock more focused on explaining that the other party's lightning-fast movements gradually became slower in his eyes, and his body was filled with excitement. The sub-force that has been running around crazily since the cure seems to have finally found a worthy outlet.

With his staring eyes, he could clearly see the huge palm photographed in front of his face, and also saw the thick calluses covering the palm of his face. At this moment, the strong wind blew through his pupils, but did not make him blink. , at the same time, he stamped on the ground violently, advancing instead of retreating, pushing his heavy shoulder into the opponent's arms, his thin body was obviously like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, but he forcefully smashed out a trace of disregard. All the smell of blood then settled in, the elbows protruded, and the muscles in the waist and abdomen squeezed out a moment of huge brute force with the unexplained energy.

"Bang" sound.

In the night wind, it sounded like the huge bell on the bank of the Thames.

And with the purest muffled sound of the collision between muscles, the two people's bodies flew out together, smashing the guardrail beside the bell tower, falling vertically at a height of more than ten meters, and then smashed the church. The dome opened a large crack between the oil paintings with the words "Holy Light Shining on the World", and then it crashed into the church hall with great violence!

The strong scent of incense irritated Sherlock's nostrils, and there was a hint of blood in the smell.

Maybe it was his own blood, maybe it was the other person's, it didn't matter, in short, the blood made Sherlock very satisfied.

The next second, a scream sounded.

A palm wind that was so sharp that it could break through flesh and blood roared out, and Sherlock's body flew up strangely like it was out of gravity. Immediately afterwards, the ground beneath him was cut to a depth of more than half a meter by a huge force. .

He raised his head, looked at Teacher Niazi, and noticed the bright red blood at the corner of his mouth, as if he saw some kind of stimulant filling the air.

"Do you know what the most boring thing in life is?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

Niazi ignored him. He was undoubtedly extremely angry about being injured by a low-level contractor. He was so angry that he gasped for breath!

So he rushed over without stopping for a moment!

A third-level contractor, even a control type, possesses great physical strength. This movement actually brought out a cold roar. The thick arms were opened to the maximum limit, and they even had a distance greater than the visual distance. Broad attack range.

As a trainer, although he has no actual life-and-death combat experience on the battlefield, his extensive theory and countless training have enabled him to possess the most preferred attack method at the moment.

So this time, Sherlock didn't hide away, or in other words, he didn't hide at all. Instead, he was excited and looking forward to feeling the suppressed power in his body. He could only feed him in the most brutal way. Therefore, he was He hugged him directly, but he didn't panic at all. Instead, he made a sound for a moment. I don't know if he was talking or shouting in pain. Anyway, because the trachea was squeezed, the sound turned into a hoarse sound. Weird high-pitched laughter.

He was held like this and crashed all the way, collapsing an entire wall, then the church's confessional, and a huge painted screen. The huge impact made Sherlock cough up a mouthful of blood. Under this impact and squeezing, he should have been reduced to two knots, but he only coughed up a mouthful of blood.

In hell, a trail of blood flowed from the mouths of the pitch-black giant and several hellhounds at the same time.

Of course, Niyazi did not see this scene, so he continued to use all his strength to make his face look hideous and terrifying, and his facial features were completely distorted, as if he was controlling a devil. The breathing was heavy and intense, and the pupils were bloodshot and scarlet! He knocked over the burning candlestick, and the hot wax oil and fireworks were entangled on his body. The fire was cooking, but as a third-level contractor, burning him for a short period of time could not have an effective effect. Injured, he was still squeezing the surrounding body crazily, until he hit the huge pillar in the center of the church with a 'bang' sound, and collapsed directly. The huge stone began to fall downwards, smashing solidly. On the thin body below, and mercilessly burying it.

It was only then that Teacher Niazi finally exhaled a breath of turbid air, used the wind of his palm to disperse the remaining fire on his body, and panted like he was exhausted.

"Ah"

A very weird guy, maybe at the peak of the second stage, but he can withstand such an attack in front of him. This person must be a genius. If he reaches the third stage, he may be another powerful one who can be added to the roster. figure.

But it doesn't matter, he's dead anyway

Nyazi thought this, because under that level of crazy oppression, all the opponent's organs must have been crushed, and no one could survive.

Indeed, no one can survive, not even Sherlock.

However, the tentacles in hell seemed to have finally got some kind of opportunity. They finally stopped sucking the corpse that had been lying there for several days in a boring way, and finally began to move crazily, squirming, and sucking, incomparably. Excited, the five-meter-tall dark giant quickly shriveled up amid this crazy suction, turned into some kind of inexplicable nourishment, and began to temper something in another plane. Body!

But in the real world, at the moment Niaz turned around and was about to leave.

There was only a slight sound, which was the sound of some pebbles rolling down from the top of the rubble ruins. Almost at the same moment, a hand suddenly came out and grabbed the opponent's throat!

Extremely fast and extremely stable, in the split second before anyone could react, a thin body had been dragged in front of Niyazi. The jagged palms directly blocked the supply of the trachea and blood vessels, pressing it down. On the ground, at the same time, a clenched white fist hit his chest firmly, just outside the bones that protected the heart. It was like a steam chariot charging at full speed, and the impact made the entire chest almost collapse. Then, this force exploded from his chest and spread all over his body, causing his head to roar.

Of course, this was just the beginning. Sherlock's pupils stared unblinkingly at the very small area on the left side of his chest, as if the serious injury he had just suffered could not affect him at all. He also spit out blood from his mouth, and with each passing moment Every time he waved his fist, a large amount of it spurted out, but he was still beating the opponent's chest crazily. The moment he heard the first sound of bone breaking, he put his four fingers together, turned into a knife, and inserted it into the opponent's chest. In the flesh and blood, he then clasped the broken bone, desperately broke it off, and pulled it out!

Naturally, Teacher Niazi couldn't just endure this whole process. He held Sherlock's wrist tightly with one hand and tried to break it open, while he kept beating Sherlock's body with the other hand!

Head, neck, ribs, back, but no matter what, they can't interrupt the opponent's concentration. Even that person doesn't block or dodge, he just spits a lot of blood on his face one by one, but he How could there be so much blood? It was as if there was an invisible blood bank supplying it, and he was using this method to continuously make the blood around him more refined and purer.

The giant's corpse in hell was constantly being consumed, and its black skin began to become limp and collapsed, until only a thin black film remained.

In the real world, the bone was finally pulled out, and through the crack, a beating heart was clearly visible.

At this moment, Teacher Niazi finally panicked. He had no idea what was going on. He wanted to say something, but his lips were trembling and moving, but he could not make a sound.

Sherlock didn't care what he was going to say, he just focused on inserting his hand into the gap in the other person's chest, curling his fingers, holding it, and then pulled it out with a powerful force!

At this moment, the heart seemed to have not reacted and was still working hard. On the ground, Teacher Niazi did not even react to his expected death. He just took a loud breath and did not even have time to close his eyes.

Sherlock was covered in blood, breathing heavily, and the fatal pain all over his body made him feel good.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and opened his mouth full of blood:

"The most boring thing in life is always doing what you can do."

he said

But his body could no longer bear the injuries, or the almost extreme exhaustion after tempering, and he felt his eyes darken, and he fell to the spot with a thud.

At the moment before losing consciousness, he seemed to hear a sporadic sound of footsteps coming from outside the church.