Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Even without summoning the gospel, Liu Zheng still has a bunch of amazing and wonderful props.

You can take it, but there's no need.

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

With a tap of his right hoof, he charged forward once more.

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

The human bone scepter was probably the first item Liu Zheng acquired, and a key reason why he successfully completed his first order.

Although he rarely used it afterward due to his changing style and rapidly increasing strength, that doesn't mean the item was impractical.

Equipment with percentage-based upgrades will never go out of style.

With the 10% speed boost, Liu Zheng's momentum increased even further.

Almost at the same moment he swung his knife, the blade was already in front of Beethoven.

There are no techniques or moves; it's just a simple swing of the knife, like a primitive man picking up a twig and waving it at a wild animal—primitive and violent.

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

Using all sorts of weapons and shouting all sorts of slogans, they launched a fearless attack on those bizarre monsters.

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

Similarly, they both possess what is most precious to humankind.

courage.

"I really miss it."

Beethoven let out a sigh, then raised his greatsword.

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

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

He subconsciously squinted his eyes.

The next second, a thunderous roar rang out.

"Hey!"

Beethoven swung his sword faster than he shouted.

His raised hands fell like two pillars of heaven, while the greatsword that cleaved down heavily was like the sky collapsing.

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

Although he knew it was just an illusion and that the person in front of him could not possibly compare to the restaurant's three-time outstanding employee.

But the fact that he could associate Beethoven with cattle and horses is proof of his talent.

"As expected of the head instructor of 800,000 hunters."

As Liu Zheng pondered this, he swung his knife.

While tentacles are not as flexible as fingers, they possess a suppleness that human hands cannot match.

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

The blade clashed with the sword, and two equally explosive forces erupted, creating the loudest sound in the night sky.

Not only did the "Holy Sword" hunters on both sides look uncomfortable, but even the beast-like residents in the distance looked fearful and then scattered and fled.

Becoming a beast doesn't mean losing your biological instincts; on the contrary, your sense of danger becomes even more acute.

The tentacle gripping the knife handle burst open with several wounds, spraying blood onto the ground in specks.

But Beethoven's greatsword was also deflected by the heavy blow, slicing past Liu Zheng's side.

Beethoven smiled slightly, twisted his wrist, and sent his greatsword soaring into the sky in a semi-circle.

Sure enough, Liu Zheng's butcher's knife slashed down again, colliding head-on with the greatsword.

Another loud bang, and the two of them took a step back in unison.

Beethoven looked at the web of his hand, where the skin was slightly cracked from the repeated blows.

"It's been a long time since I've met an opponent who can match my strength. You haven't even received blood therapy."

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

He couldn't even imagine how strong the young man would become after receiving his careful training, given that he could fight him to such a high level based solely on his physical abilities and fighting instincts.

He will probably surpass him, surpass Maria, surpass those hunters of his time.

Even surpassing that number one hunter, Gerald.

"Young man, can you tell me how you obtained such great power?"

Beethoven couldn't help but ask.

Are you sure you want to listen?

Liu said with a strange expression.

"Of course, if you're willing to talk."

Beethoven spoke gently, like a kind elder.

"First, you have to eat the eyeballs of a bucket of live black goat calves."

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

"Then, you have to go down into the sewers and eat lots of shit."

And then...

"There are many things I don't know whether I can say or not."

As Liu Zheng recounted his experiences after entering the dungeon, his face contorted with embarrassment.

He hadn't realized how outrageous his actions were while struggling to survive in the Metropolis, but now that he's out, he understands just how utterly absurd they were.

Xia Kai, who was listening, gaped. He had thought his experience in prison was bad enough, but compared to Liu Zheng's experience, it was like a vacation.

To have your guts eaten by a human, who wouldn't go crazy if that happened to them?

As expected of a pro, no wonder he's already this strong even before the beginner dungeons are released.

If it were Xia Kai entering that instance, he wouldn't even have the confidence to survive the first day.

"The outside world is scary too."

After listening, Beethoven said sincerely.

He originally thought that the Atlanteans, 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 conditions.

"In that case, don't go back to that bloody restaurant. Stay in Atlanta 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.

Chapter 275 I'm no good at swordsmanship, you're no good at boxing

"Forget it, you have your responsibilities, and I have my job."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"Moreover, there are many people waiting for me to go back."

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

Without him, many things cannot be done.

Moreover, putting aside whether Metropolis and Hellgames would allow Liu Zheng to stay outside, what is he doing here?

No cell phones, no internet, no air conditioning; aside from some misguided tech development, it's basically a medieval lifestyle.

At least in the metropolis, he could make phone calls, chat with people, buy erotic magazines at newsstands, and watch DVDs.

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

"That's a real shame. However, I still hope to teach you something before you leave."

Beethoven slowly raised his greatsword, gripping the hilt with his right hand and the butt of the sword with his left, his hands crossed.

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

"Hey!"

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

A thunderous sound emanated from both his mouth and his feet simultaneously. With a single large step, the sword was already in front of Liu Zheng.

Such a breakthrough is almost indistinguishable from the mythical story of shrinking the earth to an inch.

Fortunately, Liu Zheng is also a monster from mythology.

He gripped the butcher's knife with all four tentacles and slashed horizontally across the blade.

This proved to be a wise move.

Even when possessing a non-human physique, tentacles made of only cartilage are naturally no match for hard joints.

"Kakakaka."

A faint sound of bones shifting could be heard from within the tentacles.

However, the greatsword was successfully deflected.

This time, Beethoven didn't hold back; instead, he immediately switched from a straight thrust to a sweeping motion.

The broad blade carried immense force, whipping up a piercing gust of wind and creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

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

As Liu Zheng continued to parry, he thought to himself.

In Metropolis, the enemies he encountered were either physically stronger than him or had strange and unusual mechanics.

As for cattle, horses, and plane trees, they're not even worth mentioning; their sheer physical strength would be enough to kill them.

As for those strange and unusual mechanics, they don't pose much of a threat to him as long as you can't kill them on sight.

For example, various community security guards and vampire girls, although they have all sorts of superhuman strength, they don't have any fighting skills. They are all useless in the face of "flesh regeneration" and real damage.

But when he encountered Beethoven, whose physical strength was similar to his own and whose fighting skills far surpassed his, he had a hard time.

They can neither lie down and take a beating, nor rely on objects to crush them.

However, this only fueled Liu Zheng's fighting spirit.

He felt as if he had returned to the time when he was playing with his friends in the orphanage.

"I'd like to see who can hold out longer."

Liu Zheng's four swords simultaneously created afterimages as he wielded his butcher's knife and clashed with Beethoven's sword.

Both the serrated cleaver and the silver greatsword were heavy weapons, but in their hands, they were no different from children's play sponge sticks.

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

The hunter captain secretly rejoiced that he hadn't had a violent confrontation with Liu Zheng.

Otherwise, even if they could delay Beethoven's arrival, the mobile squad would likely suffer heavy casualties.

They were equally astonished by Beethoven's talent.

The "Holy Sword" hunters had never actually seen Beethoven unleash his full power.

Whether in regular training or occasional hunting, Beethoven often only needed to use less than one-tenth of his strength to overwhelm them and those wild beasts.

When encountering the monsters in the Tommel dungeon, Beethoven would often use the Moonsword to utterly destroy them.

This was the first time they had ever seen Beethoven use ordinary weapons and give it his all.

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

The "Holy Sword" hunters even began to envy Liu Zheng, wondering why they weren't the ones to bear the weight of Beethoven's supreme and beautiful swordsmanship.

Beethoven himself was equally pleased.