Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

He said it bluntly.

"Are you really His Highness the Great Sun's male concubine?"

Kunguna asked suspiciously.

"No, you are not. You are not tainted by the aura of His Excellency Omikami."

Before Liu Zheng could answer, He gave the answer himself.

"If you don't think so, then come and kill me."

Liu Zheng said nonchalantly.

"Do you think I wouldn't dare? Mortal."

Kungu's cold gaze was like a barbed tongue, licking his cheek until his skin stung.

"Then why aren't you moving? Have your legs gotten weak from lying down for too long?"

He asked rhetorically.

"Mortal, you'd better not test my patience any further."

Kunguna's gaze grew increasingly cold.

"You're testing my patience. You rotten-ass Yin-Yang God, are you going to fight or not? If not, I'm going to have other things to do."

Liu Zheng said impatiently.

Kunguna's face twitched slightly, making his already ugly features look even more terrifying.

His gaze swept over Liu Zheng's entire body, finally settling on the illusory image of the golden magatama.

"Go, mortal."

After a moment of silence, Kunguna spoke.

"Then you have to leave too."

“Even if His Excellency the Great Sun Goddess were to come in person, he could not command me.”

Kunguna roared angrily.

“Alright, I will relay your words to the Great Sun Goddess the next time I have an audience with her.”

Liu Zheng immediately said.

"Mortal, you are seeking death!"

Kunguna was both shocked and furious.

"Of course, you can also say some words of praise for the Great Sun Goddess now, and I will also pass them on to her. The choice is yours."

He then changed the subject.

"Then of course I'll choose that."

Kunguna appeared to be deep in thought.

"Kill you!"

Suddenly He opened His mouth, and His purplish-black tongue shot out like a sharp arrow, but much faster than an arrow.

Almost the instant He opened His mouth, the tip of His tongue was already in front of Liu Zheng.

The thick tongue split into countless tiny heads again, shooting towards his seven orifices.

Divine might is inviolable, divine might is immeasurable, divine might is unforgivable.

Those who offend the majesty of the gods shall never be allowed to live in this world.

"I knew you were going to pull this stunt."

Liu Zheng chuckled, then stood up.

The massive hoof stomped down, and an invisible force gathered around the hoof, crushing all the tongues beneath the horse.

The saying goes, "He's always trying to ambush others, so how could he not be wary of being ambushed?"

When Kunguna uttered the first word, he was already wearing his cosplay outfit.

Compared to the last time, the leather suit that Liu Zheng sculpted this time bears an even stronger resemblance to the cow and horse.

He even seriously considered whether to create two hands to make it easier to use the butcher's knife and boning knife.

But after thinking it over, he gave up on the idea.

No matter what, it's just a weapon of excellent quality; it certainly can't compare to the strength of the oxen and horses that were lost due to the reduction in similarity.

"oxen and horses?"

Kunguna looked at Liu Zheng's appearance with surprise.

"How could a mere ox or horse have such powerful imitations?"

“This is no ordinary cow or horse. This is the manager of the takeout department of Bloody Restaurant, the bassist of the band ‘Animal Farm’, my good brother, Cow and Horse.”

Liu Zheng proudly introduced.

"The names are quite long, but unfortunately I've never heard of any of them."

Kunguna said coldly.

"Then you fucking deserve to die even more!"

He raised his other hoof, ready to crush Kunguna's tongue into a pulp.

"I think you're the one who deserves to die!"

Kunguna jerked his head away, pulling his long tongue back from under his hoof.

The parts that were stepped on had turned into thin pancakes.

"Damn it, I should have used the boning knife."

Liu Zheng said regretfully.

Look how neatly these pancakes are spread out; you can tell the ingredients are of high quality.

Kunguna looked at the flattened tongue and expressionlessly put it back into his mouth.

"Mortal, you have truly angered me."

His voice echoed in the air.

Why don't you speak? Is it because you have a lisp?

Liu Zheng mocked.

"I will torment your body for five hundred years, then torment your soul for another five hundred years, and finally annihilate you completely!"

Kunguna roared in fury.

His hand gripped his lower body and suddenly pulled him up, and the ugly flag immediately flew high.

The corpses of the servants who had been tortured to death by Him also rose up and surrounded Liu Zheng.

This also includes the children who built the pyramid.

They all had pleasant smiles on their lips, but their faces clearly showed pain.

Even in death, they could not escape the fate of being manipulated.

"So ugly and so cowardly, if all the gods were like you, I think Bath Street would be doomed sooner or later."

As Liu Zheng's "irritability" worsened, he became even more unrestrained in his speech.

"How dare you blaspheme the venerable god Kunguna!"

The waiters shouted in unison, like a group of fanatics.

Their contorted expressions alone are enough to instill fear and deference in most people.

However, Liu Zheng only showed a disdainful expression.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Even if these servants were still alive, they were not followers of Kunguna, let alone now that they are dead.

The thought of Kunguna controlling them to flatter him made him want to laugh.

Seeing his mocking expression, Kunguna became even angrier.

He pulled the flag, and the servants immediately took flight, swooping down on Liu Zheng like vultures.

"May you be reborn into another world in your next life."

He sighed and swung a hoof into the air.

Without any specific boxing techniques, just pure violence, he unleashed a punch with a force like that of an industrial fan.

The waiters' momentum was stopped by the force of the punch, and they were suspended in mid-air.

But just as Liu Zheng's fist was about to touch them, their bodily fluids suddenly floated up, forming a multicolored shield.

"puff!"

The force of the punch struck the shield, producing a sound that was difficult to describe.

The spot that was hit bulged upwards, tearing the unfortunate waiter to pieces.

However, even though his hooves had completely sunk into the indentation formed by the shield, the shield remained incredibly resilient.

"That's disgusting."

Feeling the slippery, wet sensation from the hoof, Liu Zheng showed a look of disgust.

"You think straight punches won't work? Then try this."

He stepped outward with his right hind leg and stomped down hard.

"Boom!"

A stomping sound, like a cannonball exploding, rang out, shaking the entire room.

Smaller pieces of furniture were lifted off the ground, and decorative items such as vases and water cups shattered all over the floor.

"Hi!"

Using the force of the recoil, Liu Zheng exhaled and sang, his left foreleg striking his chest horizontally, while his right foreleg soared into the sky, striking the shield once more.

It is one of the twelve cannons of the Long Fist style, the Sky-Piercing Cannon!

"puff!"

The sound of the hoof and shield colliding was still hard to describe, but this time the shield did not arch high. Instead, it was directly propelled up by the shockwave of the fist, sending all the servants flying into the air before crashing down heavily.

The condensed shield turned into a pool of filth, and the servants turned back into a pile of motionless corpses.

"now you."

Liu Zheng put down his hoof and slowly walked towards Kunguna.

He used to enjoy watching videos of miniature horses for a while, so he learned how they walk.

What needs to be said is far more elegant than the way oxen and horses walk.

Kunguna did not respond, but simply watched him quietly.

As Liu Zheng passed by the pool of filth, it suddenly reformed, transforming into a shimmering cylinder that stabbed towards him.

"Here we go again, a leopard can't change its spots."

Without even lifting his eyelids, he smashed the cylinder into a spray of water with a single hoof.

An invisible force blew the water away, not a single drop landing on him.

Kunguna watched this scene with a gloomy expression.

In fact, the waiter zombie and the filthy whip in front were just feints; His real purpose was to get the filth on Liu Zheng's body.

However, Liu Zheng's every punch was accompanied by a gust of wind, which was originally a defect of being unable to control his own power, but by a twist of fate, it created a huge advantage.

Of course, even if he could precisely control his power, he would still deliberately create a gust of wind from his punches.

Having spent so much time in the metropolis and witnessed the dangers of "blood therapy" in Atlanta, he was determined not to let these obviously improper liquids get on his body.

"What a troublesome mortal."