Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Moreover, the opponent's strength should not be enough to achieve this level.

"It can only be said that even a little bit of shit from a big shot is a precious treasure to a nobody."

Liu Zheng shrugged and said.

For Mr. Li, the eyeballs of black goat calves were like snacks.

While the gospel of that evil god destroyed one of Mr. Li's clones, that was all.

To truly harm Mr. Li, the evil god would need to communicate with him one-on-one.

Her prank, for reasons unknown, became the foundation upon which Liu Zhengneng established himself in the metropolis.

I wonder if Mr. Li, upon learning this outcome, will be furious, laugh it off, or wear a smile of complete control.

Liu Zheng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"For someone to say something like that, taking you in as a godson is a worthwhile investment. Shall we continue?"

The old man asked.

"continue."

He shook his head to clear his mind of those jumbled thoughts, then nodded.

"You should be able to handle the third level, or we can go straight to the highest level. I'll stop if you can't keep going, since you're my future son-in-law."

The old man said.

"Then thank you very much, sir."

Liu Zheng clasped his hands in thanks.

"Normally I let them improvise, but today I'm making an exception and letting them play a grand symphony. If you can hold on, then hold on; it'll do you good."

The old man put both hands into the earthenware basin, but when he was about to stretch out his fingers, he hesitated for a moment and slightly hooked his left thumb downwards.

A cricket with only one antennae broken off at the root and only one mandible had just poked its head out when it withdrew, replaced by a completely white cricket.

Great joy is hard to ignite and even harder to control; even if the old man is the master of the crickets, he cannot completely control their behavior.

The cricket he almost released was the most stubborn one among crickets, Ba Bai.

The eight losers are insects that are utterly defeated; there is not a single truly absurd one out of ten thousand.

If someone who doesn't know anything about crickets saw this, they would probably think it was some kind of congenital deformity.

And indeed, this is true. The eight-defeat crickets are the weakest of all crickets, from larvae to adults, only slightly stronger than the useless "dull thing" which is completely unable to fight.

However, the eight most resilient fighters possess the greatest potential. If they can survive continuous battles, they can continue to grow even after losing.

If it can evolve into a true king of eight defeats, even an old man cannot easily subdue it.

In fact, half of his strength still lies in this eight-time loser.

If we let Ba Bai really get out of control, forcing a stop at that point will inevitably cause some damage.

If it were a regular challenger, the old man wouldn't care; if he died, he would die.

Anyway, he's just an employee, so if something goes wrong, it's not his place to take the blame.

But since he admires this junior, we should still show him some leniency.

So the old man took back the Eight Defeats and replaced them with True White.

Although Mashiro is also a cricket king, he is still far inferior to Hachibaku.

"It's about to begin, boy. Burn incense, bathe, and listen attentively to the great music, 'Breaking the Formation'!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the ten crickets eagerly raised their mandibles.

Playing grand music is a rare opportunity for them, and even the king cricket will benefit greatly.

"Boom boom boom!"

The moment the first drumbeat sounded, Liu Zheng's hair stood on end.

The cold, icy atmosphere of the battlefield swept over him like a frigid polar wind, chilling him to the bone.

He raised the tentacle and saw that its once rosy and shiny flesh had turned into a sorry state, and its joints were frozen stiff and unable to move.

And this was just the beginning. As the music reached its climax, a chilling aura permeated the sound waves.

Countless crickets, fully armored and wielding knives, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, charged towards Liu Zheng.

There were also crossbowmen poised behind them, ready to fire their arrows, which were clearly their large teeth.

"kill!"

Although the crickets weren't speaking the language commonly used in metropolitan areas, Liu Zheng understood them perfectly.

"Young man, how can there be joy without song?"

The old man suddenly shouted.

"I can't sing, but can I recite poetry?"

he replied.

"It's impossible."

"If a king can cause millions of corpses to fall in his anger, then I can only follow suit and let my blood splatter ten steps in my own rage."

Liu Zheng took a deep breath to warm his almost frozen body.

"A Zhao knight, adorned with a silk tassel, wields a Wu hook sword, its blade gleaming like frost and snow. His silver saddle shines on his white horse, swift as a shooting star."

He recited the poem as he walked forward towards the army of crickets.

The legendary yellow vest had somehow transformed into a white robe, and the four tentacles had turned into four swords.

With just one step, the two armies clashed in close combat.

Dozens of long weapons thrust at Liu Zheng, but he was only one person with four heads and didn't even know how to use a sword.

But since it was his hand that made it, he can use it however he wants.

How can a double-edged knife not be a knife?

"Come!"

Liu Zheng let out a roar and swung all four swords at once, slashing at the forest of spears in front of him.

The sword light struck the spear shadow, annihilating it as easily as a giant axe splitting bamboo.

"Such murderous intent!"

The old man's eyes lit up.

So young, so murderous, yet he lacked the ruthlessness that came with the idea that anyone he saw could be killed.

Such a talented and beautiful person, how could he not be delighted?

If he were to die at the height of his power, and then be reborn as the Eight Defeats, fighting his way back to human form, his future would be limitless.

"Could it be that my cricket clan is about to produce another prodigy?!"

The old man watched Liu Zheng move through the cricket army as if it were nothing, and his heart was filled with emotion.

Left slash, right slash, up slash, down slash—Liu Zhengquan knew nothing about techniques like parrying, thrusting, or striking.

He used all four sword arms as knives, or even as double-edged sticks.

But even with such martial arts skills, he still managed to wreak havoc on the crickets.

Because countless mutilated faces, neither human nor human, are growing out of the sword arm.

There were so many of them that they were all crammed together.

Some of them can be pieced together to form a deformed yet complete face, but most of them turn into indescribable patterns.

Whenever the sword-wielding arm collides with the weapons and bodies of the cricket army, those faces will tear at each other with ferocious expressions.

Faced with the sharp teeth of these faces, the cricket army's weapons are no different from those made of tofu.

Every time the face tore apart a weapon and an enemy, another face would jump out and bite Liu Zheng, leaving him covered in blood.

"One man can be killed in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles."

Liu Zheng simply moved forward, seemingly oblivious to everything happening around him, including himself.

In the midst of the battle, he seemed to have entered that meditative state between thought and non-thought once again.

"not good!"

The old man exclaimed in surprise.

Although he was not very skilled in the art of killing, he had read the corresponding descriptions in his sect's secret manuals.

Using people to control killing is righteous; using killing to control people is evil.

Inspired by the "Breaking the Enemy's Formation Song," Liu Zheng is heading down the evil path of controlling people by killing.

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"Haste makes waste."

The old man shook his head inwardly.

Judging from the level of activity of those resentful spirits, they were clearly gathered in a short period of time.

Having accumulated so much resentment and murderous intent in such a short time, and without having learned proper methods of killing, it was to be expected that he would go astray and become possessed by evil spirits.

But he can't remove Da Le now. Without the cricket army's killing intent to temper him, Liu Zheng will only become evil even faster.

Moreover, the battle is currently raging, and a forced withdrawal would also harm the cricket kings.

"Oh well, let it be, consider it my dowry in advance."

The old man sighed and jumped.

His figure grew smaller and smaller in mid-air until he became a large cricket with a jade-colored body and a bony protrusion on his head shaped like a crown.

"Since it is the 'Battle Song,' how can it be without a great general? Kid, you're in luck. I haven't personally played any grand music since that interview with the boss."

"All soldiers, follow me and charge!"

"The jade cricket shouted loudly."

"promise!"

When the king personally led the expedition, the cricket army's morale soared.

Although there are no changes in appearance or equipment, there is a world of difference in spirit and energy.

Moreover, the originally scattered military formation was showing signs of gathering and solidifying its killing intent.

"Come, boy, let me see just how much you're worth, and whether you're qualified to carry the future of my cricket clan!"

After many years, the great music was played again, and the jade cricket felt a surge of pride.

Liu Zheng ignored this and continued to fight his way through the enemy lines.

"This kid's mental and physical strength are terrifying. Could his bloodline really be so miraculous?"

The Great Joyful Killing Formation is both mentally and physically exhausting. An ordinary person would have been emaciated by now, but Liu Zheng's physique seems to have remained unchanged.

I wonder if this bloodline can be preserved after being reborn as a cricket. If it can be preserved, then he truly has the supreme innate cricket body.

Seeing that the army formation was about to be broken up by Liu Zheng again, Yu Ququ put aside her thoughts and pulled out two large teeth.

One large tooth transformed into the Emperor's Sword, and another large tooth transformed into the Imperial Seal.

"Fire arrows!"

The jade cricket holds the imperial seal, its sword pointing at Liu Zheng.

The swords of the feudal lords are unparalleled in their straightness and unmatched in their power. When used, they strike like thunder, and all within their borders submit.

The archers, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately released their arrows, and the arrows flew towards Liu Zheng like locusts.

The foot soldiers and crickets cooperated by surrounding them, and sure enough, they didn't care that the rain of arrows would hit them.

The cricket army is already fearless, and now with the king in command, they are even more courageous and advanced.

Even though Liu Zheng was becoming more and more adept at using his sword arm, he couldn't break through to a higher level anytime soon.