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

He looked at Liu Zheng and liked him more and more.

A young man who could fight him like this just by relying on his physical fitness and fighting instincts, he couldn't imagine how strong the other party would become after receiving his careful training.

Probably better than him, better than Maria, and better than those hunters of his generation.

Even, surpassing the number one hunter, Germain.

"Young man, can you tell me how you got such powerful strength?"

Beethoven couldn't help asking.

".Are you sure you want to listen?"

Liu Zheng said with a strange expression.

"Of course, if you're willing to tell me."

Beethoven spoke gently, like a kind elder.

"First, you have to eat a bucket of raw black kid eyeballs."

"Second, you have to jump into the gullet of a giant snake that's longer than this street and then detonate the bomb."

"Then you have to go to the sewers and eat a lot of shit."

"And then"

“There are a lot of things I don’t know if I can talk about.”

Liu Zheng couldn't help but twist his face when he talked about what happened after he entered the dungeon.

He didn't feel anything when he was struggling to survive in the metropolis, but now that he is out, he realizes how outrageous the things he did were.

Xia Kai opened his mouth wide as he listened. He originally thought that his experience in prison was miserable enough, but compared with Liu Zheng's experience, it was like a vacation.

Being eaten alive, who wouldn't go crazy if this happened to them?

The boss is worthy of being a boss. No wonder he is so strong even before the novice copy is released.

If it was Xia Kai who entered that copy, he wouldn't even have the confidence to survive the first day.

“The world outside is scary, too.”

After listening to this, Beethoven said sincerely.

He originally thought that the At people who were suffering from the beast disease were already having a hard time, but he didn't expect that the people outside were living in even worse dire straits.

"In that case, don't go back to that bloody restaurant. Stay in Art and join the church."

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one can take you away."

Beethoven looked at Liu Zheng with pity.

(End of this chapter)

276. Chapter 275 I am not good at swordsmanship, but you are not good at boxing

276.

"Forget it. You have your responsibilities and I have mine."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"Besides, there are still many people waiting for me to return."

His power may be insignificant, but it is the lever that moves everything.

Without him, many things would not be possible.

Moreover, not to mention whether the Metropolis and Hell Game would allow Liu Zheng to stay outside, what was he doing here?

There are no mobile phones, no internet, no air conditioning, and except for the crooked technology tree, the living standard is basically that of the Middle Ages.

At least he could still chat with people on the phone, buy some erotic magazines at the newsstand, and watch some DVDs at the Metropolitan.

Although Liu Zheng doesn't have very high material demands, he still has to live a modern life.

"That's a pity. But I still hope to teach you something before you leave."

Beethoven slowly raised the sword, again holding the hilt with his right hand and the tail of the sword with his left hand, with his two hands crossed.

But this time he no longer pointed the tip of the sword towards the sky, but instead held it horizontally forward, like the horn of a rhinoceros.

“Hey!”

Beethoven roared again, this time his voice was even more violent, and his hair and beard were standing on end.

A thunder-like sound came out from his mouth and feet at the same time. With just one big step, the tip of the sword was already in front of Liu Zheng.

Such an advance is almost the same as the mythical act of shrinking the earth into an inch.

Fortunately, Liu Zheng is also a monster in mythology.

He used four tentacles to hold the butcher knife at the same time, slashing horizontally and sideways.

It turned out to be a wise move.

Given the same inhuman physique, tentacles made only of cartilage are naturally no match for hard joints.

"Kakakaka."

There was a slight sound of bones dislocating within the tentacles.

However, the greatsword was successfully deflected.

But this time Beethoven did not stop, but directly transformed the straight stab into a horizontal sweep.

The broad sword body carried tremendous force, creating a sharp sound of wind, and a sense of oppression came over one's face.

"It's really troublesome to encounter this kind of physical monster."

Liu Zheng thought to himself as he continued to block.

The enemies he encountered in Metropolis were either physically stronger than him or had strange mechanical monsters.

There is no need to mention the likes of cows, horses, and plane trees, who can be killed by their sheer physical strength.

As for those strange monsters with weird mechanisms, as long as they cannot be killed on sight, they are not a big threat to him.

For example, various community security guards and vampire girls, although they have various extraordinary powers, they have no fighting skills and are helpless in the face of "flesh and blood rebirth" and real damage.

But he felt very uncomfortable when he met Beethoven, whose physical strength was similar to his but whose fighting skills were far superior to his.

You can neither lie down and get beaten, nor be crushed by objects.

However, this gave Liu Zheng a rare fighting spirit.

He seemed to have returned to the time when he first got along well with his friends in the orphanage.

"I want to see who can last longer."

Liu Zheng's four swords swung out at the same time, leaving afterimages, wielding the butcher knife and fighting with Beethoven.

Both the serrated butcher knife and the silver sword are heavy weapons, but in the hands of the two men they are like sponge sticks used by children to play with.

The contrast between the terrifying sound of the weapons chopping and their relaxed attitude made the onlookers feel so uncomfortable that they almost vomited blood.

The hunter captain was secretly thankful that he had not had a violent conflict with Liu Zheng.

Otherwise, even if they could delay until the arrival of Maestro Beethoven, the mobile team would probably suffer heavy casualties.

They were also shocked by the strength of Master Beethoven.

The “Holy Sword” hunters had never actually seen Beethoven use his full strength.

Whether in normal training or occasional hunting, Beethoven often only needs to use less than one-tenth of his strength to crush them and the beasts.

When encountering monsters in Tomel's dungeon, Beethoven would often use the Moonlight Greatsword to destroy them with ease.

It was the first time they saw Beethoven using ordinary weapons and giving it his all.

So powerful, so graceful, and so awe-inspiring.

The "Holy Sword" hunters even began to envy Liu Zheng. Why weren't they the ones to endure such supreme and beautiful swordsmanship from Master Beethoven?

Beethoven himself was equally delighted.

His tall body was extremely flexible in a way that was totally contrary to common sense, and every movement he made was so swift and efficient.

After a chopping blow, his body was already ready for the next attack.

Such functions are not like those of a dying old man at all, but rather like those of a young man who has just matured.

But Beethoven's swordsmanship was much more sophisticated than those young men. Although his sword moves were continuous, not a single move was redundant. All of them were aimed at Liu Zheng's vital points and flaws.

"Are you ready, young man? I'm going to speed up."

he said suddenly.

"Come."

Liu Zheng's answer was just one word.

"Hahaha, okay."

Beethoven laughed, raised the sword above his head again, and then spun and chopped it down.

Spin, spin, spin.

The standard greatsword of the "Holy Sword" hunter seemed to have turned into a silver windmill, humming in the air.

Forehand, backhand, upspin, downspin.

Four rays of light, with Beethoven as the center, came towards Liu Zheng to strangle him.

In just a few seconds, the greatsword turned more than twenty times. The storm created by the blade even blew up the sand and gravel on the ground, which were then crushed in the light of the wheel.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

The sounds of metal colliding rang out one after another, like an impromptu percussion music.

Liu Zheng's tentacles kept shaking. Although the sound of the cartilage cracking was covered by the sound of the collision, the feeling of pain was clearly transmitted to his brain.

If it weren't for the rapid recovery of "Flesh and Blood Rebirth", his four tentacles would have been scrapped long ago.

But under such a high-speed attack, the accumulated damage was almost impossible for even "Flesh and Blood Regeneration" to recover.

The old man in front of him was still speeding up. He didn't seem to be running out of energy at all. He was even more vigorous than the old man who had stored up a lot of energy.

"Damn, this old guy wouldn't drink the 'blood collection bottle' as a beverage every day, right?"

Liu Zheng was speechless.

It seems that he still underestimated the difficulty of this copy. Those beasts wandering on the streets are indeed just food, but their high-end combat power is still something.

Moreover, Beethoven had not yet used the magic weapon behind him, which was of guaranteed perfect quality, nor had he transformed into a beast like Father John.

If it were a life-and-death fight, it would be hard to say whether he could escape unscathed. He would probably have to consume a lot of props and reserved physical strength.

Since the assessment is wrong, the original plan must also be revised.

He originally planned to sneak into the church town and see if he could steal the Blood Gem and the Holy Grail directly.

If we are discovered, we will just change to open robbery.

Anyway, the Blood Healing Church is obviously not a good thing, so there is no psychological burden in robbing it.

It seems that we still have to try to negotiate first.

But even if we want to negotiate, we have to demonstrate our strength first.

After all, the weapon of criticism is always inferior to the criticism of weapons.

Liu Zheng swung his sword again to block Beethoven's attack.

But this time, he only used two tentacles.

Although his strength is slightly higher than Beethoven's, it still cannot offset the disadvantage of two tentacles over two hands.

The big sword crushed Liu Zheng's tentacles with heavy force, and the butcher knife was pushed back and pressed on his shoulder.

The pain of broken bones came again, but this was exactly the effect he wanted.

As long as the limb is not directly severed, a small bone fracture is similar to a broken capillary.

The remaining two tentacles clenched into fists and hit Beethoven's abdomen hard.