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 away the opponent's hand that could crush the concrete into crumbs in an instant.

Niazi is a training officer of the most elite group 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?

The hand was actually cut like this

A bastard broke free. He didn't know how the other party did it, but in the flash of lightning, a coldness flashed in his eyes. His feet staggered, and his arms seemed to be holding two steel door panels, and he headed towards the other party head-on.

His head was smashed.

The wind at night seemed to be a little colder, blowing away the heat steaming from the distance, which also made Sherlock more focused on commenting on the other party's lightning-fast movements, which 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 channel worthy of venting.

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 kicked the ground violently, not retreating but advancing.

, a heavy shoulder pushed into the opponent's arms, the thin body was obviously like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, but it forcefully smashed out a desperate smell of blood, and then settled down, protruding elbows, and the muscles in the waist and abdomen followed that

An unknown source of energy squeezed out a moment of huge brute force.

There was a "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 smashing the church.

The dome opened a large crack between the oil paintings depicting the 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 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 on 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 almost 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, and the thick arms were opened to the maximum limit, and even had a distance greater than the visual inspection.

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 bumped all the way, crashing down an entire wall, then the church's confessional, and the huge painted screen. The huge impact made Sherlock cough up a mouthful of blood. This impact

Under the pressure and squeezing, he should have turned into two knots, but he just 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.

His breathing was heavy and intense, and his pupils were bloodshot and scarlet! He knocked over the burning candlestick, and the hot wax oil and fireworks were entangled in his body, and the fire was cooking

, but as a third-level contractor, a short-term burning could not cause effective damage to him. He was still squeezing the surrounding body crazily until he hit the entire church with a 'boom' sound.

The huge pillar in the center collapsed directly, and the huge rocks began to fall downwards, hitting the thin body below and mercilessly burying it.

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

"Oh"

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 person who can be included in the roster.

figure.

But it doesn't matter anymore, 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 in 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 blink of an eye when no one could react, a thin body had been dragged in front of Niazi. The jagged palms directly blocked the supply of the trachea and blood vessels, pressing it on

On the ground, a white fist clenched at the same time

The head hit him firmly on the chest, just outside the bones that protected the heart. It was like a steam chariot charging at full speed. It hit him so hard that the entire chest almost collapsed. Then, this force unexpectedly flowed out of his chest.

The explosion spread all over his body and shook his head so much that it started 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 vomited blood from his mouth, and with each passing moment

Every time I wave my fist, a large amount of it spurts out.

, but he was still beating the opponent's chest crazily. The moment he heard the first sound of bone breaking, his four fingers came together and turned into a knife, which was inserted into the opponent's flesh and blood, and then he clasped the bone.

Broken bones, break them off desperately and pull them out!

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

Head, neck, ribs, back, but no matter what, they can't interrupt the opponent's concentration. The person doesn't even 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 Niyaz 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 happy.

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 those injuries or the almost extreme exhaustion after tempering. He felt his eyes darken and 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.
Chapter completed!