"Forget it, you have your duties, and I have my job,"
Liu Zheng shook his head.
"Moreover, many people are waiting for me to return."
His power may have been insignificant, but it was the lever that moved everything.
Without him, many things couldn’t be done.
Moreover, not to mention whether Metropolis and Hell’s Game would let Liu Zheng stay outside, what was he doing here?
No phone, no internet, no air conditioning, aside from a skewed technology tree, it was basically medieval living standards.
At least in Metropolis, he could call people and chat, go to a newsstand to buy some risqué magazines, or watch some DVDs.
Although Liu Zheng’s material needs weren’t very high, he at least needed to live a modern life.
"That’s really a pity. However, I still hope to teach you something before you leave,"
Master Beethoven slowly raised the Great Sword, gripping the hilt with his right hand and the base with his left hand in a crossed manner.
This time, however, he didn’t point the sword toward the sky but held it straight out in front, like the horns of a rhinoceros.
Master Beethoven shouted again, his voice more furious, his beard and hair bristling.
The thunderous sound emanated from both his mouth and feet, and with just one large step forward, the edge of the sword was already in front of Liu Zheng.
Such an advance was almost indistinguishable from the mythical shortening of distance.
Fortunately, Liu Zheng was likewise a monster from myths.
He gripped the Slaughter Knife with four tentacles and struck across the blade of the sword horizontally.
As it proved, this was a wise move.
Given their superhuman physiques, the soft cartilage of the tentacles naturally couldn’t match up to hard joints.
"Crack, crack, crack."
The slight sound of dislocated bones echoed from within the tentacles.
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But this time, Master Beethoven didn’t pull back; instead, he directly transitioned the thrust into a sweep.
The broad blade, carrying a formidable force, whipped up a piercing wind, bringing a pressing sensation.
"Meeting this kind of physical freak really is troublesome,"
Liu Zheng thought to himself while continuing to block.
In Metropolis, the enemies he encountered either had physical strength far superior to his or were those peculiar mechanism types.
No need to mention the likes of Niu Ma and French Plane Tree, their sheer physical power could squash him.
And those peculiar mechanism types, as long as they couldn’t kill him in one meeting, posed little threat to him.
Such as various community security guards and Vampire Sister types, though possessing various extraordinary powers, lacked any real combat skills—before "Blood and Flesh Rebirth" and real damage, all were insignificant.
But facing someone like Master Beethoven, with similar physical strength and far superior combat skills, was really uncomfortable.
He could neither just take the blows nor rely on items to overpower.
However, this instead ignited a rare fighting spirit in Liu Zheng.
It was as if he were back to the times he brawled with his buddies at the orphanage.
"I want to see who lasts longer."
Liu Zheng’s four tentacles swung out phantoms, clashing swords with Master Beethoven.
Both the sawtoothed butcher knife and the silver glow of the Great Sword were heavy weapons; yet in their hands, they were as light as the sponge sticks children play with.
The terrifying sound of these weapons slashing and their easy-going demeanor created a stark contrast, making the spectators almost nauseous with discomfort.
The Hunter Captain internally rejoiced that he hadn’t engaged in a violent confrontation with Liu Zheng just then.
Even if they could have delayed until Master Beethoven’s arrival, the mobile squad would likely have suffered heavy casualties.
And the might of Master Beethoven also profoundly shocked them.
The "Holy Sword" hunters had actually never seen Master Beethoven fully exert himself.
Whether in usual training or the occasional hunting, he often needed only less than one-tenth of his strength to overwhelmingly crush both them and various beasts.
And when encountering the monsters in Tommer Dungeon, Master Beethoven typically used the Moonlight Greatsword to annihilate them utterly.
This was the first time they saw Master Beethoven using an ordinary weapon and going all-out.
So powerful, so elegant, and so awe-inspiring.
The "Holy Sword" hunters even began to envy Liu Zheng, wondering why it wasn’t they who were receiving such sublime and beautiful swordsmanship from Master Beethoven.
And Master Beethoven himself was also pleased.
His large body possessed an agility that utterly defied common sense, each movement swift and efficient.
After a chopping strike, his body was already poised for the next powerful stance.
Such capability did not resemble that of an elderly man nearing life’s end but more like a youth who had just reached maturity.
But Master Beethoven’s swordsmanship was much more sophisticated than those young people’s; despite his continuous sword movements, none were superfluous, all aimed directly at Liu Zheng’s vulnerabilities and weaknesses.
"Are you ready, young man? I’m going to speed up,"
Liu Zheng’s response was a single word.
Master Beethoven laughed heartily, raising the Great Sword above his head and then spinning it downward.
Spinning, spinning, spinning...
The "Holy Sword" hunter’s standard Great Sword turned into a silver whirlwind, whirling in the air with a whooshing sound.
Forehand, backhand, upward spin, downward spin.
Four radiant circles centered around Master Beethoven spun toward Liu Zheng, aiming to ensnare him.
In just a few seconds, the Great Sword had spun more than twenty times, the storm it whipped up blew even the sand and stones on the ground into the air, then crushed them within the spinning light.