Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Sherlock and Wrightson could even feel the gas the Titan exhaled when he spoke.

Wrightson stretched out his hand tremblingly, preparing to use Gatling against the Titan, but it was obvious that the bullet could not penetrate the Titan's familiar skin at all.

"Brother, what should I do?"

Wrightson felt extremely desperate and looked sideways at Sherlock.

The poisonous system didn’t prompt me to commit suicide?Is it because I can definitely defeat this monster? ...Sherlock thought as he clenched his fists, preparing to use the cool iron fist again. Even if the opponent was a 30-meter-tall man with the strength of a giant, the fists he had been honing day and night over the years were by no means a scumbag.

As of now, all I can do is attack with all my strength.

The Titan's palm covered with brown hair waved over, and the huge force brought a strong wind, blowing Sherlock and Wrightson's hair upside down.

They had no time to dodge.

The palm of the Titan was enough to crush them into a pulp.

At the critical moment, Sherlock concentrated all his strength on his left fist.

Layers of gas visible to the naked eye are wrapped around the surface of the fist, and the gas wraps around the hand, forming a black armor.

The moment he punched out, Sherlock felt unprecedented pleasure.

"what!"

Sherlock shouted, pumping out his fist and colliding with the Titan's palm.

A huge shock wave centered on the two fists and spread out within a radius of [-] meters. All the leaves of the surrounding dense trees were instantly shaken off, leaving them standing bare.

Birds and beasts are everywhere in the forest.

The flowers and plants were neatly cut off.

The memory goes back to 15 years ago...

Kingdom of Ligoa.

Windmill Village.

This is Houston's hometown and where Luffy was born.

On the crisp mountain peak, Karp and Houston, who was bruised and bruised, sat together and waited for the sunrise.

Houston cried while wiping his nose: "Why doesn't Dad teach me anything? I don't know anything."

"Haha, who were you bullied by again?"

Karp took off his dog hat and put it on Houston's head. "A man doesn't shed tears easily. Why does he cry so easily?"

"My father is so powerful, but he refuses to teach me anything. I can't beat anyone. I'm just a loser!"

Houston sobbed.

Garp pointed to the place where the sun rose: "Kid, look."

Houston sniffed and looked at the red sun slowly rising in the distance: "It's so beautiful."

"Get up and I'll teach you."

Karp stood up, patted the dust on his body, and picked up Houston.

"Good."

Karp wrapped his haki around his fist and punched Houston in the head.

Houston held his head: "Wow wow wow——"

Garp held his stomach: "Hahahaha."

...The armed color domineering that the old man taught me a long time ago is very useful at any time!

Sherlock blocked the Titan's palm, not just that.

A clicking sound was heard.

Titan felt that starting from the palm and extending to the arm, the bones of the entire hand began to break.

But it felt extremely refreshed, and its body secreted pleasant hormones, numbing its nerves.

The hormones passed through the air into Sherlock's body, and Sherlock instantly felt that his whole body was full of strength.

"One more time, cool domineering iron fist!"

Sherlock used continuous high-speed stomping on the ground multiple times to generate explosive reaction force and bounced into the air. He charged up again, swung his fist, and delivered an uppercut.

This punch hit Titan directly on the jaw, and the force was even more powerful than the previous punch.

The special thing about "The Cool Iron Fist" is that it can continuously absorb the opponent's hormones to increase its own strength, so each subsequent punch Sherlock throws will be more powerful than the first punch, and the damage will continue to stack until the opponent is knocked down. Complete loss of consciousness and no longer producing hormones.

The Titan fell down with a bang, and with a loud bang, a ten-meter-deep pit was smashed into the ground.

"Big brother!"

Wrightson shouted excitedly, "Hit him, yes, just like that, knock him over!"

"Cool!"

The Titan couldn't help shouting, and it slowly got up: "Are you a devil fruit user?"

"Not too stupid."

Sherlock said as he waved his fist again, and at the same time used "Shaving" to quickly move to Titan's side, attacking from the waist, abdomen, and head respectively, so that Titan could not use light wave attacks.

The Titan was beaten and bruised all over, but it was also very tenacious and had enough intelligence. It seized the opportunity, stretched out its hand, and released light waves towards Wrightson.

Sherlock immediately went to save Wrightson. Taking advantage of this gap, the Titan got up, ran away quickly, and rushed into the dense forest.

Despite its huge size, it can run as fast as a rabbit, and its movements look very familiar.

"Boss, what should I do? Let it slip away!"

Wrightson said gloomily.

Sherlock waved his hand: "It's okay, just leave. Let's find a way to get out of here first."

Wrightson nodded.

Suddenly the two heard a rustling sound.

Wrightson jumped on Sherlock and hugged Sherlock's neck: "Brother, what else?"

Sherlock pulled him down: "I don't have that hobby."

"Brother, look."

Wrightson pointed at a group of dark-skinned people wearing the same grass skirts as Sherlock. There was also one without a grass skirt, who was obviously the one who had run away and lost his skirt before.

“&*￥#@￥%……”

The leader of the savage was a white-haired, thin old man. He held a dark green cane and once again said something that Sherlock couldn't understand.

Sherlock clenched his fists: "Since you want to eat me, don't blame me for being rude."

"Wait, the hero misunderstood!"

A young man with fair skin, black curly hair, black-rimmed glasses, and the same grass skirt squeezed out from the crowd of savages.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment: "Who are you?"

"My name is Kom. I am an explorer. I understand Tata and can help you translate."

The young man pushed up his eyes and looked at Sherlock and Wrightson excitedly.

"It has been three months since I entered this island, and this is the first time I have met someone who can defeat the Titans. You are so awesome. Just now the leader of the Tata tribe thanked you and said that he would invite you as a guest."

Colm said with a smile.

Sherlock heard the drumming sound coming from his stomach, reluctantly nodded, and lowered his voice to remind Wrightson:

"They are cannibals, so be careful."

Wrightson didn't seem to hear Sherlock's words at all. He walked into the crowd of savages, put their arms around each other, and talked and laughed.

There was obviously a language barrier, but they seemed to be having a great time chatting.

The corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly.

Komu pushed up the thick glasses, and the leader of the Titata tribe continued to translate: "What is the hero's name?"

"Sherlock."

"My name is Wrightson, hahaha, I'm a pirate."

Wrightson raised his eyebrows proudly, and Colm stepped back a few meters in fright.

Sherlock covered his face with one hand: "You don't need to translate this sentence."

Colm swallowed, and the patriarch looked at him curiously. He translated Sherlock's name.

The clan leader nodded slightly and babbling a lot.

"The patriarch said that he hopes the hero can kill the Titan."