It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Facing the chief hunter of the Blood Healing Church, he no longer held back.

After being enhanced by various items and the bonus of legendary vests, the inhuman attributes are fully displayed. Even those "Holy Sword" hunters who have also been enhanced by blood therapy can only see an afterimage.

Hunter Captain Berto was shocked.

He still underestimated the strength of this outsider. If the other party had suddenly attacked him just now, he would most likely have been killed on the spot because he was caught off guard.

But that's all.

Only those who have fought against Master Beethoven can truly understand the power of this legendary hunter.

Except for the "Holy Sword" hunter trained by Beethoven himself, all the humans or beasts who had fought with him were dead.

Sure enough, faced with this lightning-fast attack, Beethoven simply raised his hand leisurely.

After blocking Liu Zheng's chop with an upward slash, the sword was raised upward until it was above his head.

"Ok?"

Liu Zheng originally wanted to continue chasing, but a sense of danger overwhelmed him.

He quickly observed Beethoven's gestures, but could not determine from which direction the opponent would launch a counterattack.

Because swords are different from knives, they are both double-edged.

Whether it is a straight cut, a diagonal cut, a backhand cut, a backhand swipe, or even a stab, it can form an effective attack.

The length and weight of the greatsword are enough to allow the attack to cause sufficient damage.

So, Liu Zheng chose to retreat.

He stomped his hooves on the ground, and his body, which had been rushing forward, exploded backward.

To his surprise, Beethoven just held the sword and did not take advantage of the situation to pursue.

"Outsider, you don't seem to have learned swordsmanship."

Beethoven put down his sword and said.

"Yes."

Liu Zheng nodded.

After all, he is just a social animal, and learning some boxing and dagger skills for self-defense is the limit.

He has neither the money nor the energy to learn how to fight.

However, Liu Zheng did plan to learn military combat after he turned 30 and had some money.

Unfortunately, before that time came, he was diagnosed with ALS and was then selected by the Hell Game.

"He has never practiced swordsmanship, but he has this kind of power-generating technique and intuition about danger."

Beethoven showed appreciation on his face, as well as a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

After all, he is old. Even if blood therapy can prolong his life, he can't live for another few decades.

Death was not something unacceptable to Beethoven; in fact, he felt a little tired.

However, he did not want his life's work to disappear with his death.

Beethoven believed that the "Holy Sword" hunters he personally taught would uphold his chivalry.

However, the new generation of the church does not have a swordsman as strong as he was in his youth.

If it were just the residents of At who turned into beasts, the "Holy Sword" hunters could still deal with them.

But faced with the ancient monsters in the ruins of Tomel, the filthy remnants in the abandoned fortress, or even those nightmarish superiors, they were powerless to cope.

"Pale Night."

This ominous term flashed through Beethoven's mind.

After all, he was someone who had participated in the Great Hunt back then. Even if he subconsciously refused to understand, he could still sense that this incident was closely related to the superiors.

Without Germain and Maria, if the superior really shows up, can he still raise the Moonlight Greatsword to hunt him down?

Even if he could do it, what about the next Pale Night?

Who will take over the Moonlight Sword and continue to protect the people of At?

"Will you become my disciple, young man?"

Beethoven said suddenly.

"what?"

Liu Zheng, who was thinking about how to attack, was stunned.

The "Holy Sword" hunters were also stunned.

Wasn't it a duel? How did it become a disciple?

Your communication is so smooth, isn't it?

If the other party was not the master Beethoven whom they admired, they would have suspected that the two people had known each other for a long time and were acting.

"Well, although I know that I am a martial arts genius with extraordinary talent, isn't it a bit presumptuous for you to be my master?"

Liu Zheng scratched his head and said.

(End of this chapter)

275. Chapter 274 Don’t Go Back to the Bloody Restaurant, Come with Me

275.

"It's indeed a bit presumptuous, but I sincerely hope you can join us."

Beethoven said sincerely.

"Forget it. I don't want anything to do with the church."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

If he wants to join a church, why doesn't he join the Church of the Passion? They want him to be the Pope.

Although there were only two believers in total, even the saint's body was stolen.

"Young man, you may have some misunderstandings about the church. In fact, the church has been working hard to cure the illnesses and lycanthropy of the residents of Ater, and Archbishop Amelia is also a kind and noble leader."

Beethoven tried to change Liu Zheng's impression of the church.

"There's no point in talking any more. Let's just finish the fight first. If you can't even beat me, then there's no point in even talking about taking me as your disciple."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

“It’s good for young people to have confidence.”

Beethoven couldn't help laughing.

"But don't underestimate us old guys."

He raised the greatsword again, holding it with his left hand just below the hilt and his left hand crossed over the end of the hilt.

The sword was raised diagonally, with the tip pointing at Liu Zheng's throat.

This is the standard starting move of Moonlight Swordsmanship, and it is also the sword style that Beethoven refined through countless kills based on his family swordsmanship and the swordsmanship he learned from other hunters.

The name of this style is, stringing style.

"Come on, young man, attack me with all your might."

Beethoven said with a relaxed look on his face.

"My full strength?"

Liu Zheng raised his eyebrows.

If he uses all his strength, it would be questionable whether Art could still exist.

After all, if he is pushed into a corner, he can summon the gospel.

Even if he doesn't summon Gospel, Liu Zheng still has a bunch of magical props.

Although you can take it, it is not necessary.

However, there are still some things that can be used.

He kicked his right hoof and rushed forward again.

At the same time, a bone staff appeared on his left tentacle.

The human bone scepter, this should be the first item Liu Zheng obtained, and it was also an important reason why he successfully completed his first order.

Although he rarely used it again due to his style of doing things and his rapid increase in strength, it does not mean that this item is not practical.

Equipment with percentage improvement will never become obsolete.

With a 10% speed bonus, Liu Zheng's momentum is even faster.

Almost at the same time he swung the knife, it was already in front of Beethoven.

There is no skill or technique, just simple swinging of the knife, just like a primitive man picking up a branch nearby and swinging it at a wild beast, primitive and violent.

In a trance, Beethoven seemed to see his former companions.

Using a variety of weapons and shouting a variety of slogans, they launched fearless attacks on those bizarre monsters.

Some of them were once soldiers, some were once merchants, and some were once blacksmiths.

The same thing is that they all have the most precious thing of human beings.

courage.

"I really miss it."

Beethoven sighed and raised his sword.

The silver sword reflected the pale moonlight, and the tip of the sword pointing to the sky stung the eyes of the onlookers.

Beethoven deflected the sword, and a focused ray of moonlight shone into Liu Zheng's eyes.

He narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

The next second, a roar like thunder rang out.

“Hey!”

Beethoven swung his sword faster than he shouted.

His raised hands fell down like two pillars of heaven, and the sword that chopped down heavily was like the overturned sky.

Liu Zheng's pupils widened, as if he was once again facing the heavy hooves of cattle and horses.

Although he knew it was just an illusion, the person in front of him could not be compared with the three outstanding employees of the restaurant.

But the fact that he could be reminded of cows and horses is enough to prove Beethoven's ability.

"As expected of you, you are the head coach of 800,000 hunters."

Liu Zheng thought about it and then swung his knife.

Although tentacles are not as flexible as fingers, they have a flexibility that human hands cannot match.

His tentacles twisted like a twist, and the original vertical slash immediately turned into a horizontal slash.

The blade and the sword collided, and two equally explosive forces burst out with the loudest sound in the night sky.

Not only did the "Holy Sword" hunters on both sides look uncomfortable, but even the beastmen in the distance looked terrified and fled in all directions.

Becoming a wild beast does not mean losing biological instincts. On the contrary, the perception of danger will become more acute.

The tentacle holding the hilt burst into several wounds, and blood sprayed on the ground in dots.

But Beethoven's sword was deflected by the heavy blow and passed by Liu Zheng's side.

Beethoven smiled slightly, turned his wrist, and moved the sword to draw a semicircle and soar into the sky.

Sure enough, Liu Zheng's butcher knife chopped down again and collided head-on with the big sword.

There was another loud noise, and the two of them took a step back together in tacit understanding.

Beethoven looked at his knuckles, where the skin was slightly cracked due to the continuous heavy blows.

"It's been a long time since I met an opponent who can compete with me in strength. You haven't even received blood treatment."