Chapter 222 Guess

"Every punch Sabo throws carries the power to destroy everything, his roar resounds through the sky, and every punch is carried by endless determination and courage. The dragon leader's storm power swept across the entire field, trying to suppress the enemy. The wind was howling, lightning and thunder were flashing, as if the heaven and earth were trembling with his power." Bear's voice was passionate and tragic, as if he had returned to the smoke-filled battlefield.

"But even so, we still have trouble resisting those men in black." Xiong's voice trembled a little, and his body also trembled slightly. "Most of those men in black have reached the strength of quasi-generals. What's more terrifying is that three of them have reached the strength of generals. Their attacks are like a storm, and we are overwhelmed. Every collision makes us feel deeply powerless and desperate."

"We tried our best, but we were still defeated." The bear smashed his fist on the tree trunk next to him. The trunk shook violently and the leaves fell like a sad leaf rain.

"Every charge was accompanied by the fall of comrades; every resistance brought more pain. Our blood dyed the earth red, but the enemy was still pressing forward." Tears flashed in the bear's eyes, which were the unwillingness to fail and the remembrance of his comrades.

"In the end, in order to preserve their strength, the Revolutionary Army had no choice but to leave Baldigo." Xiong's voice was full of pain and helplessness. "That was our home, our base, but we had to give it up. Watching everything familiar go away behind us, the pain is indescribable. But we know that as long as we are alive, there is hope, and there will be a day when we can come back again!"

At this point, a trace of pain and unwillingness flashed in Xiong's eyes. The pain was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the depths of his soul; the unwillingness was like a blazing fire, burning his heart. His eyes became empty and confused, as if he was immersed in the unbearable memory.

When Ling Tian heard Xiong say that those men in black had no sense of pain, his pupils suddenly shrank so much that it was as if he was being grabbed by an invisible giant hand.

In an instant, the image of the masked man that I met in Wano Country before appeared involuntarily in my mind.

The fierce battle with the masked man is still vivid in my mind. Every detail is like a relief engraved in my mind, clear and profound.

That guy was like a devil crawling out of hell. He was fearless and unafraid of death. No matter what kind of attack he suffered, he was like a tireless killing machine that felt no pain.

He pounced on Ling Tian frantically, and each attack was carried out with reckless determination, as if life was just an insignificant decoration to him.

Thinking of this, Ling Tian frowned tightly, and his frowned brows were like two mountains next to each other, gloomy and solemn. His face was full of doubts, and the doubts were like layers of fog, shrouding his thoughts.

He scratched his head unconsciously, his fingers grasping his hair hard, as if trying to find the answer from this simple action. He murmured to himself, "What on earth is going on?" His voice was low and confused, as if he was seeking an explanation from this silent world.

As he spoke, he began to pace back and forth in his place, his steps seemed a little hurried. His steps were messy and hurried, and the ground under his feet was dusty.

His eyes sometimes looked into the distance, sometimes bowed his head in deep thought, and he was in deep confusion. Every step he took was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, as if he was being pushed by an invisible hand and could not stop.

"Why is this happening? Where do these guys with no sense of pain come from? What kind of conspiracy is hidden behind them?" Ling Tian's mind was filled with countless question marks, but he couldn't find a clear clue.

His breathing became rapid and his chest heaved violently, as if the anxiety in his heart was about to break through the restraints of his body.

Ling Tian stopped and suddenly stood still as if he was under a spell.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Xiong. His eyes were so anxious that they seemed to be able to spit fire. His voice became a little sharp because of his anxiety: "Mr. Xiong, where do these strong men of yours come from?"

His eyes were full of curiosity and inquiry, like two blazing beams of light, fixed tightly on the bear.

When Xiong heard Ling Tian's question, he shook his head heavily, with helplessness and confusion written all over his face.

He sighed and said helplessly: "We don't know either. These guys just appeared out of nowhere without any warning. It's like a demon that suddenly emerged from underground, catching us off guard."

There was a deep sense of frustration in Xiong's voice, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight.

When Ling Tian heard Xiong's answer, he involuntarily clasped his hands across his chest, as if this could give him some strength to think.

He was lost in thought, and his whole body was as motionless as a sculpture. His eyes were sometimes confused, like a lamb lost in the thick fog, unable to find the direction; sometimes firm, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness and wanted to hold on to it tightly.

Thoughts flashed through his mind one after another, and various possibilities intertwined and collided in his mind. He thought of the secret experiments hidden by the World Government, the secret cultivation of the mysterious organization, and even the intervention of forces from unknown realms.

After a while, Ling Tian muttered to himself as if in a dream, "Moreover, these strong men have never been heard of in the original book. It's as if they appeared out of thin air."

There was a hint of disbelief in his voice, as if all this was just an absurd dream. His brows furrowed even tighter, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger like a snowball.

"Could it be that there has always been such a powerful force hidden in the darkness of the world, but we have never noticed it? Or is this a carefully planned conspiracy specifically targeting the revolutionary army?" Ling Tian's thoughts became increasingly confused, but he tried hard to make sense of it.

His gaze was looking into the distance, and his deep eyes were like two sharp arrows that could penetrate everything, as if he wanted to penetrate the heavy fog and find the truth of the matter.

His sight seemed to be able to cross the endless mountains and rivers, piercing through the thick curtain covering the secrets. His determined eyes flashed with persistence and unyielding spirit, as if no difficulties or obstacles could stop his steps of exploration.

Ling Tian took a deep breath, and his chest swelled up with this deep breath, as if he wanted to take all his determination and courage into his body.

Then, he said slowly: "No, this matter must be investigated thoroughly, otherwise Ace's execution in two months will be troublesome."

His tone was firm, and every word he spoke was like a heavy stone falling to the ground. His words revealed a resolute momentum, as if he was announcing his determination to the whole world.