The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 254 - 251: The Kind Gentleman from Bloody Restaurant

The Canine Beastman, plumting to the ground, suddenly looked up, a hint of confusion in its blood-red, murky eyes.

It was definitely the one that had leapt from the rooftop, yet this human had sohow ended up on top of it.

However, its wild instincts still compelled it to react.

Its slender midsection twisted forcefully midair, and the Canine Beastman’s body incredibly flipped direction.

The deford head successfully avoided the edge of the Slaughter Knife, but its equally deford hind leg delivered itself to the door.

The sawtoothed edge of the blade effortlessly sliced through the Canine Beastman’s hind leg, the thick fur and hard bones offering no resistance.

This was real damage—the most authentic kind of harm.

"Awooo!"

In the midst of the Canine Beastman’s agonized howl, two Beastn wielding cleavers charged at him.

They were fast, reaching him before Liu Zheng landed.

Their arms, unnaturally elongated and twisted from mutation, wielded incredible strength, the cleavers whistling through the night air.

At this mont, both of Liu Zheng’s tentacles were worn out from using the sawtoothed butcher knife technique.

Facing a pincer attack from front and back, all he seed capable of doing was to close his eyes and wait for death.

"Mr. Liu Zheng!"

Upon seeing this, Anke cried out in alarm.

He hadn’t anticipated that forty years after the first Pale Night, these Beasts hadn’t grown weaker but had instead beco much stronger.

If they had been this powerful during the first Pale Night, he wouldn’t have stood a chance at survival.

If this foreigner died, they would undoubtedly lose a great source of support.

Moreover, without Liu Zheng’s commands, that powerful cat would probably cease assisting them.

There were then only two possible outcos for Anke’s family, either becoming prey for the Beasts or...

becoming Beasts.

"No!"

Anke refused to accept such a fate.

He swung his arm with all his might, throwing the boning knife he held.

For forty years, he had often dwelled in the shadows of that night.

Despite certain reasons preventing Anke from participating in the hunting training, he had nonetheless developed his own practice.

That was the Flying Axe.

Even though he was now using a boning knife, the decades of daily practice and the boiling blood in his veins allowed him to perform exceedingly well.

The boning knife rotated several tis in the air before striking the back of the head of one of the Beastn residents.

The sharp tip pierced his skull in an instant, erging from his mouth.

Dark, viscous brain tissue dripped from the tip of the blade, one drop at a ti, onto the bluish stone pavent.

"Well done."

Liu Zheng swung his third tentacle, sending another Beastified resident flying, then he praised.

He hadn’t expected this portly tavern owner to have such skill, and it made him see him in a new light.

"Watch out!"

Along with Anke’s warning, a faint breeze ca from behind him.

Liu Zheng didn’t even look back, just bent his legs and lifted his feet.

A scorpion tail kick directly hit the face of the Canine Beastman sneaking up from behind.

The protruding face caved in from the kick, the super strength and real damage from the Legendary Armor making his kick as powerful as a Warhorse’s.

The Canine Beastman, struggling to leap up using its front limbs, was sent soaring by the upward strike, then crashed heavily onto the ground.

"Thump!"

After a dull thud, a dark red, murky blood spread underneath the body of the Canine Beastman, like paint unfurling on a canvas.

Yet, this terrible Beast still didn’t die.

Its muscles trembled, the wound closed, and its blood coagulated with astonishing speed.

The fur around the wound grew wildly, akin to surgical stitches, wrapping and sealing the wound shut.

At this rate, in less than five minutes, the Canine Beastman would regain its fighting strength.

"This one’s a real survivor."

Liu Zheng clicked his tongue in appreciation.

If its hind leg hadn’t failed to regrow, and if tentacles instead of fur were sprouting from its body, he might have suspected the work of the so-called Mother Goddess in Yate’s Beastification.

But regardless of whether it was the Evil God’s doing or so mad scientist’s experint, once it entered the kitchen of the Bloody Restaurant, it was just another dish.

Liu Zheng walked over to the Canine Beastman and then, wielding the Slaughter Knife, he severed its head.

The Canine Beastman’s deford body writhed a few tis before finally stopping.

Yet, the fur continued growing as if the body still lived.

"Speaking of which, is this fur even on the shopping list?"

He carefully checked the list given to him by the White Feather Chicken.

"Damn, it actually is. Who the hell eats this stuff?"

Liu Zheng complained incredulously.

If people were eating this, then didn’t that an the seaweed on his own head could also be turned into a dish?

Sheesh, no wonder he kept feeling like the White Feather Chicken had been eyeing his head.

Despite his griping, Liu Zheng diligently began to cut the fur with the Slaughter Knife.

The fur was tougher than it looked, and it was cutting-resistant due to its softness, which made it even harder to cut through than bone.

However, faced with real damage, even the toughest fur could be easily reaped like chives.

He rolled up a bundle of fur and rubbed it in his tentacle, feeling a slight sting.

The fur was actually piercing into his flesh.

Nevertheless, that was all it could do. With his ultra-high constitution and the Black Mountain Goat Cub’s carapace skin, even a needle would struggle to penetrate.

Liu Zheng took out the portable cold storage, put the head, legs, and fur of the Canine Beastman inside, and then directly donned his chef’s hat.