Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Humans or humanoid races need to learn and cultivate their attack methods, but he doesn't have that time.

As for whether the human race itself has any special characteristics, Liu Zheng really didn't know.

So far, he has not encountered a single truly powerful human being, not counting the legendary deliveryman skeleton.

However, he estimated that it was unlikely, because the direction of human evolution was not towards fighting with the physical body itself, but towards using tools more efficiently.

"Moo~"

Liu Zheng stood up again and swung a hoof towards the sky.

The force of the punch shattered all the clouds and mountains that entered the attack range.

The clouds that followed were pushed aside by his punches, and then turned into clouds again.

In just a few moments, Liu Zheng threw over a hundred punches, and no mountain could get within two meters of him.

"Please be careful, sir."

Amidst the vast expanse of blood, the voice of Samurai Ichiba suddenly rang out.

"Ok?"

He subconsciously looked towards where the samurai had originally been, but only saw a blur.

"To dare to be distracted in the middle of battle, you are underestimating people too much."

The samurai's voice rang out again, but even faster than his voice came his sword.

The pale-white Corpse Killing Pill tore through space, its blade enveloped in sonic waves shaped like flames, while the samurai's hands were also shrouded in a black and red aura, like two wings.

"Wow!"

The mournful cry of birds rang out again, and in a daze, Liu Zheng seemed to see a pale, skeletal phoenix swooping down on him.

The scale of time is stretched to an extreme length under extraordinary perception, but what can be seen does not mean what can be moved.

At this moment, it's too late to draw a butcher's knife or boning knife to defend yourself.

Although the samurai could not kill him with one shot, once he exposed his vulnerability, he would lose the initiative in subsequent negotiations.

Using hooves or head to carry it is definitely not feasible, as the flesh and bones simulated by cosplay costumes are certainly not as tough as those of cattle and horses themselves.

Although the bones and flesh of cattle and horses don't seem to be very tough, every time I deliver takeout, I come back with a short weight.

Left with no other choice, Liu Zheng opened his mouth, revealing a set of large, yellowish gold teeth.

The phoenix beak tilted downwards, pecking at his shoulder blade.

Samurai Ichiro didn't intend to kill him, but giving him a profound lesson was still worthwhile.

How could someone who cultivates the path of killing possibly be without a trace of arrogance and ferocity?

Unfortunately, Liu Zheng was the same.

"Crench!"

The bull's mouth clamped down hard on the phoenix's beak, the pale knife tip wedged between the yellowish-brown teeth.

"Hi! Hi! Hi!"

The samurai shouted three times in succession, and with each shout, he increased the strength in his hand.

After the third shout, the tip of the knife had broken free of the fangs and pierced the cow's tongue.

If he scores just one more point, the Corpse Killing Pill will pierce through his brain.

However, the samurai did not advance any further, and even stopped on his own initiative.

Because Liu Zheng's horse hooves were already raised in front of him.

Liu Zheng is unlikely to die from having his brain pierced, but if Wu Shi is hit by a horse's hoof, he will at least suffer the same fate as Shao Yanming.

"Is it okay to lie down now?"

He deliberately loosened his jaw and spoke with a slurred speech.

"Okay."

Samurai Ichifa also drew his sword.

On the tip of the knife, a drop of purplish-red blood trembled slightly.

"Please withdraw your offer."

Many curse-type abilities require the target's name, birth date, or body tissue to activate, with blood being the most common.

Samurai Ichip's initiative in proposing this was also a way of expressing his sincerity in cooperating.

"it is good."

Liu Zheng stuck out his now-healed tongue and licked the blood back.

"."

Samurai watched his movements, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"What? I may have a bit of bad breath, but you don't have to be so disgusted by it, do you?"

He said with some dissatisfaction.

Liu Zheng naturally doesn't have bad breath. He undergoes a complete transformation at the drop of a hat, so he doesn't even have body odor, let alone bad breath.

But cattle and horses have bad breath, and the smell is extremely strong.

No matter how slovenly, greasy, perverted, or disgusting Niu Ma is, he's still the boss. If anyone wants to complain, it's him; no one else has the right to complain.

"It's not that I look down on you, it's Shiseimaru."

The samurai shook his head.

"Is your knife alive?"

"That's right, and before she was turned into a katana, she was a very clean and beautiful woman."

"Ichiro said."

"Doesn't your sect pride itself on being chivalrous heroes? How come you're using living people to forge weapons?"

Liu Zheng's eyes turned dangerous.

"Your Excellency misunderstands. The Corpse Killing Pill was not a weapon I forged."

"Back then, she was betrayed by her husband's family to a group of lustful ghosts. After she survived by chance, she offered up her flesh and soul for revenge, and a swordsmith turned her into a Corpse Killing Pill on the condition that the swordsmith would let her take her revenge first."

"As it turned out, the swordsmith broke his promise and tried to sell her to someone else after the sword was finished."

"Fortunately, the swordsmith's skill was too superb, and Shiseimaru's resentment was too intense. So she forcibly broke free from the scabbard's restraints, first slashing the scabbard, and then returning to her husband's family, where she slaughtered the entire family."

"Fortunately, I happened to be passing by and subdued her immediately after discovering her, preventing her from killing innocent people and turning her into a demonic blade."

Samurai Ichifa explained the origins of Shiseimaru.

"So, in other words, I just had a French kiss with Shiseido Maru, and I kissed him twice?"

Liu Zheng suddenly realized.

"Buzz!"

The pale white blade trembled violently, and real blood seeped from its spine.

"Alright, alright, he's just an ignorant person who doesn't even know swordsmanship. Don't bother with him."

Samurai Ichifa quickly gripped the blade of his sword to reassure him.

"That's right, I am an idiot. A generous and beautiful woman like you shouldn't lower yourself to the level of an idiot like me. It would only lower your status."

He readily admitted it.

"Humph!"

The Corpse Killing Pill stopped trembling.

"It's really troublesome when weapons have their own consciousness."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"That's true. However, spiritual weapons have endless uses, far surpassing ordinary weapons of the same level, and almost all of them have the potential to be upgraded. So there are gains and losses, it all depends on how the swordsman chooses."

"Ichiro said."

"Let's talk about it when I have a choice."

He's basically got by with just two kitchen knives now, so what's the big deal?

"With your abilities, you will eventually possess your own spiritual weapon."

As the samurai spoke, he gently stroked the spine of the Shiseimaru blade.

"We've arrived, Your Excellency."

He said suddenly.

The next second, Liu Zheng was back in the elevator.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors opened automatically; we'd arrived at the 6th floor.

"I think you need to think about something before your wife comes back to life."

Before stepping out of the elevator, he turned around and said.

"What's the matter?"

The samurai's voice rang out.

"Between your wife and Shiseido, who is the elder and who is the younger?"

"???"

Without giving him time to react, Liu Zheng closed the elevator door himself.

"Cool!"

There's nothing more satisfying than making someone feel disgusted.

A cricket in an elevator actually married two wives, one a human mother and the other a non-human mother.

It's all because of these scumbag men who take more than their share that honest guys like them can't even find a girlfriend.

Disgusting! Disgusting!

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome bull or horse before?"

Sensing the gaze coming from not far away, Liu Zheng glared back fiercely.

"Please forgive me if I have offended you. However, it seems there are no reservations on this floor. Are you perhaps on the wrong floor?"

The waitress, dressed in the same style as Yaoji, asked cautiously.

With such a powerful physique and aura, this guest is clearly not someone to be trifled with.

"Oh, I'm also an employee of the bathhouse. I just wander around when I have nothing to do."

he replied.

"?"

The waitress was first puzzled, then a flash of anger crossed her face.

"Which department are you new to? How can you be so unruly? Don't you know you can't run around in the bathhouse during work hours?"

she questioned.

"Does my sister mean that we can run around in the bathhouse during non-working hours?"

Liu Zheng deliberately misinterpreted her meaning.

"Of course not! No matter what time it is, you can't run around in the bathhouse."

The waitress paused for a moment, then immediately spoke.

"Which department do you work for? If you don't tell me, I'm going to call the General Affairs Department."

The Hundred Ghosts Parade does not have a dedicated security department; the security department is attached to the General Affairs Department.

"It's me. Oh, Minister Thirteen, what brings you here?"