Chapter 2853 The Wrath of the Poseidon King

The feeling of being provoked by dying ants, I think Poseidon must have something to say at this moment.

After all, in his eyes, I am just a worthless, weak ant.

And it seems that for him, being provoked by ants is simply a shame and needs to be wiped out with blood!

So, he became furious, waved his trident, and another larger tornado took shape, and rolled towards me at a faster speed.

Huh? Isn't he the god of the sea? Why not use moves related to the sea, but use tornado?

Do you think I'm not worthy of using sea-related moves? Or is he actually better at wind-related moves than sea-related moves?

In that case, he should not call himself the God of the Sea, but the God of the Wind.

Comparing it to the tornado just now, it was like a chopstick compared to an arm. It was both thicker and taller, roaring and crushing towards us.

This time, not only did I get crushed, but Spitz and Sirocco were not spared either.

The thick bluestone bricks hissed and howled in the raging tornado, and were swept up into the sky. During the lift-off process, they were baptized by the magic blade, and were cut into pieces, as if they were chopped into pieces. The bread is average.

The broken bluestone bricks continued to be forced to rotate in the air, turning into accomplices of sharp blades, carrying out brutal attacks on me, Spitz, and Sirocco who were wrapped in them.

Cut again and again, hit again and again, my body was continuously destroyed, then restored, destroyed again, restored again. This process seemed as long as a century.

At first, I was not used to it because of the severe pain and the bad image I would have after losing all my skin.

But soon, I adapted again.

What about severe pain? What about a bad image without skin? All of this is the baptism that needs to be experienced to become stronger, but this baptism is more intense than usual.

While feeling the roar of the wind and the cutting of the blade, an idea suddenly popped into my mind. That nine-headed dragon seemed to be about as powerful as the man in front of me. Since I can withstand his attack, right? Are you saying that I can withstand the attack of Nine-headed Dragon?

By the way, I really miss that dragon. If I am lucky enough to see it in the future, I will definitely express my missing to this old friend in the most violent way - kill it.

The tornado became stronger and stronger, and the blades became denser and denser. Soon, my skin and fat were seriously injured, and even my blood vessels and muscles were damaged to varying degrees.

I slowly lowered my head and glanced at my hands, arms, body, legs and feet, which were only muscles and blood vessels. Haha, it must be the same on my head at this time. Haha, maybe even my hair was cut off too. It's gone, I think, even if it's cut off, it should be able to grow back.

I hope so. I don’t want to become bald and strong. Only children make choices. I want both.

Not far away, Spitz's harsh laughter came over: "Hey hey hey, you are really miserable, even worse than before, even the skin is gone, only muscles, blood vessels, and internal organs are left. Hey, are you still alive?"

I was too lazy to answer him and closed my mouth tightly. I could no longer feel the existence of my lips. I could only clench my teeth tightly and generate murderous intent, making the final resistance against the raging wind and the sharp magic blade.

Some people may be curious, since murderous intent cannot play any defensive role, why do you still try so hard to generate murderous intent?

The reason is simple. It is true that murderous intent cannot play a defensive role, but it can be applied to attack. By covering the weapon with murderous intent, the weapon can offset the blade composed of magic power and completely destroy it.

The magic blade has lost its effect. How much damage will it cause to me if only the roaring wind blows?

This time the strong wind lasted for more than ten minutes.

After everything calmed down, the first people to show up were Sherlock and Spitz. They were still unharmed and looked disdainful. On the contrary, it was me, who seemed to have reached the end of my strength.

There was no skin left all over my body, and only the trembling muscles and blood vessels, as well as the constantly rising and falling chest, could prove that I was still alive.

Having lost my lips, it became difficult to speak, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t intend to speak. Not only did I not plan to speak, I even couldn’t wait for him to send another tornado, because I could clearly feel that the more adversity I encountered, the more my The killing intent grows faster.

"How could he live so peacefully without his skin?" Poseidon, not far away, muttered to himself in confusion.

"Your Majesty, this man has extraordinary self-healing abilities."

The fair-skinned man lowered his head and said.

"So what?" Poseidon said disdainfully: "He even has no skin, how can he still survive?"

The voice stopped suddenly, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and then frowned again, because he saw that my body was healing at an extremely fast speed, and my skin had already recovered during the time I was talking. Most of them only had a few slightly deep wounds, and they were undergoing muscle repairs.

Poseidon couldn't be prouder now.

He claims to be a god, so he is naturally powerful. He can even aspire to be the strongest human being in Zephyr Continent. He might even be able to fight the Fairy Queen.

But the question is, what should you do when you, a powerful person, encounter a guy who is completely unbeatable?

Skin can grow back quickly if it is lost, muscles can be repaired quickly if they are damaged, even injuries can be recovered in a short time, and even a destroyed heart can be gradually restored.

Is it possible to completely eliminate the opponent as long as this young man is not beaten to pieces?

Poseidon was lost in thought.

I even forgot to propose.

"It's pretty cool." After I recovered, I waved my arms and stretched my waist comfortably: "Hey, the guy with the dung fork, let's try another move like that tornado, okay?"

"Trident."

A cold voice sounded, and Poseidon looked like an angry lion that had just woken up. He stared at me with murderous eyes and said in a deep voice: "This is the symbol of King Poseidon! You are not something you can slander at will, mortal!"

After saying that, he suddenly took action, Ningfeng with his left hand and swung the halberd with his right hand, and slammed towards me.

"Hey, are you in a hurry?" I grinned and rushed towards Poseidon.

As soon as I came face to face with him, I was blown away, and I was still in a state of residual health.

Therefore, it is not advisable to show off. I thought that I was fully able to withstand the opponent's attack and was tempered in the attack. However, I ignored that the opponent was a strong man standing at the pinnacle of mankind. How could he be like me? Is it possible for a newbie to resist?

Like a kite with its string broken, I flew out and fell heavily to the ground. I rolled over a dozen times and finally stopped.

This blow not only broke all my ribs, it even poked a transparent hole in my shoulder!