The extremely close finger gun obviously surprised Crockdahl, and although he thought of the strangeness of the doorman's fruit, he was still a little negligent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoOr is it because the opponent is only Bruno, so he carelessly underestimates the enemy?

He didn't have time to think about it for a moment, if he was hit by a finger gun at such a close range, even if he couldn't do it, he would have to have many blood holes. After all, he is not a specialized martial arts department, and he does not have much cultivation in the body.

At the last moment, Crockdahl took a strong breath, and a streak of sand suddenly formed around his right arm, spinning like a whirlwind on his arm. With a little charge, it erupted like a jet cannon, crashing into Bruno's body before the gun could reach his body, sending him flying.

"Sandbox!"

The spurted killing stream suddenly grew larger in the air, like a giant pillar, rolling forward.

Crockdahl has to admit that his move was inspired by Ace's Fire Fist and Akainu's Great Eruption. But there is no doubt that this move is powerful enough, and it is also very easy to use.

Bruno, who was hit head-on, vomited blood and threw it away, although he used the iron block in time to strengthen his defense. Swallowed by the huge sand, he became even more ragged. Although he had become as hard as steel, he was still a mortal in the flesh, and under the constant impact of the gravel, he was already covered in bruises and blood.

Not being polished off a layer of skin by the sand is enough to show that his defense is strong.

"Bang!" Bruno slammed into the wall behind him, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood again. Even the strongest defense technique of the iron block, Gang, could not completely defend against the impact on the internal organs.

What's more, in this blow, Crockdahl's fist was also wrapped in a layer of armed domineering.

"I have to admit that you have surprised me, but you will only cruel the weak, and you will never be able to reach the hall of elegance. The difference between you and me is like the difference between a grasshopper and a tree!"

Crockdahl shook his hand as he spoke, the feeling of a punch on the steel was not so comfortable, although his hand was fine, but his wrist was a little sore from the shock.

"Looks like I'm going to have to work my muscles in the future...... It's expensive to be a brother?Well, it looks like a shirt or something......"

On the other side, Bruno struggled to get up from the rubble and coughed violently. Every time I coughed, I could see blood spurting out, splattering all over the ground in front of me.

"Yes...... Damn it...... cough cough cough ......"

Bruno's face was pale, and it was even possible that his face was even more ugly and even a little pale because of the several mouthfuls of blood he spat out in a row.

"Kill you...... I'll kill you...... I'm going to kill you!" muttered the phrase repeatedly, and Bruno stood up again, even though he was embarrassed. His muscles swelled, his fists clenched, and his resentful eyes eager to devour Crockdahl. The murderous aura that erupted because of anger was directed at Crockdahl.

His clothes were torn from the attack and hung like strips of cloth. As if in the way, Bruno tore off his torn clothes and threw them on the ground, exposing his scarred, blood-stained body to the air.

The scars are new and old, but more of them are the traces left by his training of the Navy Six Style, and they are also the marks of his strength.

"If you want to kill me, try it if you can!" Crockdahl's mouth curled, and the sand spun again on his right fist, "But sorry to say I'm in a hurry." ”

"Whew!" progressively swung his fist, and after charging his strength, he threw a blow that was even more rapid than the one that had just come in a hurry.

The swirling sand fist may not have the impact of a fire fist or the scorching heat of a large eruption, but it has a more powerful, indomitable power. The swirling impact of the gravel is enough to break through the sky.

"If you have the chance, show it to me next time......"

"Sand Fist!"

"Bang!"

The rolling sand came like a torrent, like a roar of the waves, and in an instant, Bruno, who had just stood up and had no time to move, was drowned in it. The sand hit the wall, piercing through five or six small buildings in succession, before finally stopping. The billowing sand and dust brought up by the explosion spread like the sun all day long, making the place feel like it had been baptized by artillery fire.

"But do you think I'll give you another chance?" Sneering, Crockdahl tossed the burning cigar in his mouth to the ground and stretched out his foot to extinguish it, as if Bruno was about to endure.

"As I said, Bruno, you were already sentenced to death by me when you were on shipbuilding island. ”

……

When the strongest piece of iron, Gang, could not resist Crokedahl's attack, Bruno already knew that the person in front of him had exceeded the level he could fight.

After struggling to get up again, the performance of the fierce inwardness was just to attract Crockdahl's attention and distract him, but secretly he used his ability to open a door behind him.

Whether it's the six forms or abilities, they all require physical strength. When the physical strength is insufficient, except for the superhuman ability, such as Luffy, whose body has been transformed into rubber, other abilities are unable to actively use the ability. Naturally, his Door Fruit is no exception.

It wasn't that he hadn't encountered similar situations in the past, but in the end, he was able to use his ability to escape and ascend to heaven. Hiding in the door you opened is like entering another dimension, and no one can touch it unless you go out on your own initiative.

This time, however, when he had just used his ability to draw the outline of the circle, and before the ring had even closed, Crockdahl did not hesitate to strike a second blow again, shattering all his hopes at the same time......

……

"Do you think I don't know your little tricks?" Crockdahl, who didn't know when he had lit another cigar, walked leisurely towards the broken Bruno on the ground.

Yes, broken Bruno. It's not some broken equipment dropped by fighting monsters, but it's describing Bruno's current state.

The all-out blow containing domineering power not only shattered Bruno's attempt to open the door and escape, but also disintegrated his iron defenses. The rest is just a body that surpasses the quality of ordinary people, at best, it is just a slightly denser meat with an absolutely no better taste.

Bruno, who was baptized by a sandstorm, truly experienced the pain of a thousand cuts.

The whirling grit, each one like a tiny blade under the blessing of high speed. The torrent formed by the gathering of countless blades, when it flows around the human body, is definitely the cruelest punishment in the world.

At this time, Bruno's whole body became a blur of flesh and blood, and Sensen's white bones could be seen in many places, and even the well-trained bones were covered with nicks.

"Kill...... Finish...... I ......" hissed, and Bruno's voice had completely changed. A hole had been ground out of his neck, his vocal cords had been completely ruptured, and it was a miracle that he could make a sound.

Bruno's body looked like it had been polished by countless sandpapers, and his neck and chest were completely exposed. In addition to a thin layer of mucous membranes that are still dutifully protecting the internal organs, the lung lobes that are still swallowing blood foam after the hole are broken, which is the only proof that he is still alive. As for his heart, it has long been cut under the sand and is missing.

When a person loses his heart, he does not die immediately. Especially for a person with physical fitness like Bruno, he will still survive for a while, although it will definitely not last, but in this state, every second is torture for him.

"Killed...... I ......" Bruno opened his mouth again, his voice full of supplication.

His head had completely lost its face, and only the hard skull was still protecting it. Although this was a sign of conscientiousness, it undoubtedly aggravated his pain at this time. If his mind is still clear, I'm afraid his only wish is to die directly when he is attacked, right?

Or will he regret his reckless attack?

But in this world, there is no medicine called "regret......

"I see in your gaze supplication, sorrow, and resentment. Are you hating me......? When you brutally torture and kill those who are powerless, have you ever thought about what will happen to you?" looked at his "masterpiece" with cold eyes, but there was no expression on Crockdahl's face.

Even, his mood did not change at all. There was no excitement, no pity, just calm.

"Although I despise your behavior, I want to tell you that you are not wrong. Whether it is torture and killing innocents, ** abduction or plundering, there is nothing wrong. As long as you do what you want, there will be no mistake. Even if others don't agree, if you are doing what you do, then there is nothing wrong with it. ”

"This is the pirate ......" Speaking of this, a sentimentality appeared on Crockdahl's face inexplicably, "At the same time, this is also human nature. It is the essence of this world, the common denominator of all people with power and power. ”

"Those who die, including you, your only mistake is not being able to make yourself stronger. ”

"Weakness is original sin. ”

"All right and wrong are determined by the difference between strength and weakness. As a CP9 person, you should understand this feeling, right......"

"I want to be strong, I want to stand on the highest point, I want to be free from any constraints, and I want to do what I want......"

……

Bruno's mind was already in a complete trance, and Crockdahl's words could not reach his ears at all. The breath of death is already irrepressibly eroding him, maybe it won't be long before he meets the person he killed, right?

When the time comes, will your soul be crushed by these angry people?

Soul......

Will you still have a soul after death, and if so, will you go to hell......

Marquee...... Bruno's life began to turn around before his eyes, and scenes of the past continued to flow before his eyes. The appearance of the people who were killed by him, either cruelly or gently, all emerged from the deepest part of his memory......

When did the killing begin......

Bruno's eyelids were long gone, but he felt the darkness in front of him. It was as if the warmth that had not been felt in centuries was springing up from the eye sockets again......

The final scene is a woman who fell in a pool of blood and looked at him with gentle eyes until death.

"Mom...... Mom......"