I'm Really Strong

Bang bang bang.

On the pirate ship, gunshots were heard everywhere.

The lead bullets in the hands of the minions were poured on Bai Ziqing and even Hercules who were their allies, but instead of the blood and blood they had expected, there were crisp sounds hitting the steel plate, unscathed.

"Hey? Your body is made of steel?" The black-haired, salty and wet man scratched his head. Although his words sounded dazed, the sullenness in his eyes showed that he was a ruthless man who knew how many names he had memorized. horn.

"Waaaggghhh—!!!"

Hercules seemed to be tickled by the lead bullet, and without saying a word, he roared at the salty man on the pirate ship, dancing and aggressive, which made the salty captain a little scared.

"I know, I know! Can't I beat you if I don't hit you?! Really, aren't you rough-skinned and thick-skinned? What's the point of getting a bullet..."

"Waaaaaagh------!!!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, big brother, don't yell at me! I was really wrong!"

"Queen Anne's Revenge, "Blackbeard" Marshall...sorry for the misunderstanding...Edward Teach!Four crazy heroes plus the notorious big pirate, besieging unarmed commoners like me, is like a junior high school student robbing kindergarten children.Right, the sixth man at the end, there is no need to hide, right? "

"—Delusional Heart Sound (Zabaniya)."

The pale skeleton mask came into view, and the devil's wrist grabbed Bai Ziqing's left chest and Bai Ziqing's heart at an extremely tricky and ghostly angle - at least the assassin believed that there should be a heart there.

And the next moment, blood was dripping.

The demon's arm was chopped down from the elbow, dyed red with white snow, while the white streamer and the target's indifferent words echoed in the ears of the Cursed Wrist.vaguely,

"The Cursed Wrist? What can you control after taking over the Devil's Wrist? Your own stupidity? Then—

"—hand over the head."

The blood-stained fiasco mask fell silently on the snow, and the little particles slowly dissipated and drifted into the distance.

Chapter 60 Detective Beowulf

"Oh oh oh oh oh! This is the battle of the heroes! Is this the chief's fighting spirit! Kono Shakespeare, record all this again!"

Shakespeare, who couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, also asked for a boat to follow him to the Hawaiian Islands after Bai Ziqing and his party set off, and arrived at the scene just before the war was ignited. Ha and others converge.

Gilgamesh looked at this great writer who was constantly writing with interest, and wondered if he could arrange for him to re-write an epic of Gilgamesh for him.Similarly, he also turned his attention to the people accompanying Shakespeare——

Leif Reynor Flolos.

"Yo, bastard." Gilgamesh greeted Professor Leif politely and amiably, "Why haven't you made up your mind to die?"

"...If you can change this fetish, you will be more popular in this era, Hero King Gilgamesh."

"Huh." Gilgamesh chuckled.

Professor Leif understood what the bad breath hero king was talking about, and bowed to Gilgamesh without being humble or arrogant. Then he took out his telescope and looked at the other side of the battlefield like Shakespeare, but shook his head helplessly.

The basic ability of this body is too poor, and facing the kind of battle that hits a sonic boom with every blow, all he can see is countless dazzling afterimages.This made him lose the possibility of watching the game, and all he could do was wait for the finale.

On the other hand, Paracelsus looked at Skaha: "...That Cu Chulainn is your disciple, Queen Skaha."

"Yeah." Skaha just sat on the deck, staring at the battlefield in the distance, "Let's leave the stage to those two guys. When Cú Chulainn has a few breaths at the end, I'll go over and talk to him. We talked. As for now—

"Just watch it at ease."

"You have great confidence in the Director." Paracelsus said firmly.

"He is my most proud student, surpassing Cuchulain's student." Skaha said calmly and undeniably, "That kid is not the fate that will fall here, no, the word fate has nothing to do with him, he It is destined to cut off the existence of the established destiny.

"Now I'm even more curious. On the contrary, how much the martial arts of Ku Chulin's brat will decline. If it is really terrible, even I will be angry..."

Paracelsus swallowed.

scared.

Avis Bron remained silent, sitting on Adam's shoulder and looking out.

On the other side of the island of Hawaii, there is already chaos.

"Huuuuuugh—"

Hercules' tall stature seemed bloated, but he was very swift. With a low roar, he tapped his right foot and punched Bai Ziqing's face with a straight fist, but seeing the opponent's head lowered two inches was just right. To avoid this punch, he even drilled under Hercules, lit up his arms and bowed left and right, tearing two blood lights.

Hercules' left arm and elbow tendon were [-]% severed, his forearm drooping weakly, and only a few pieces of flesh were attached to prevent it from breaking. It pierced into the spleen and lungs, causing it to suffer excruciatingly.

Just when Bai Ziqing was about to give this hero a good time, the flow of air made him predict what was about to happen.Just as Lancelot stabbed the back with his sword, a figure of a woman suddenly appeared from Bai Ziqing's body, and the golden fists greeted Lancelot, who had no time to respond. body.

"The flow of water accelerates."

"—No scepter, no shovel, no shovel, no shovel, no stinger!!!"

The avatar reappeared yesterday. Requiem instead of Bai Ziqing, issued a sassy battle cry.

Although Bai Ziqing's stand-in is also a close-range power type, a stand-in that uses fists to display the ability, but its own destructive power is not strong. Judging from the standard of the JOJO world, the destructive power is at the D level.But now, with the enhancement brought by the rune, the destructive power of this substitute has also been increased in a short period of time, and the golden fist is aimed at Lancelot's whole body and starts to smash.

"Arrrrr???"

Something invisible was attacking him, Lancelot was sure, but he had lost the ability to deal with it.

Boxing finished as if time had stopped.

The breastplate was sunken in seven places, the right hand was twisted with a twist, and the helmet was shattered in half, revealing a ferocious face after madness, but gradually fell into a deep sleep.

He just fell to the ground just like that. It was obvious to others that Lancelot was not seriously injured. He had the ability and magic power to continue to stand up and continue to attack. Deep sleep in his eyes.