The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 276 - 271 Liu Zheng: You’re Being Presumptuous

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Beethoven imdiately shook his head.

"Foreigner, you might not be aware, but Beastification Disease has existed in Yate for a long ti. It was the introduction of Blood Healing by the Church that brought the disease under effective control,"

he explained.

"Is this so-called effective control what you’re referring to as a city-wide curfew?"

Liu Zheng asked, his expression peculiar as he gestured towards the hos lit with red lanterns.

"It is a necessary asure,"

Beethoven sighed.

"In these forty years, the Pale Night has occurred twice. But what you don’t know is that before the Church implented Blood Healing, there would be small outbreaks of Beastification Disease nearly every month,"

he said.

"What exactly is the blood used in this ’Blood Healing’?"

Liu Zheng inquired.

"That, I am not particularly clear about."

Beethoven’s gaze flickered.

Liu Zheng, with his keen perception, naturally didn’t miss this subtle abnormality,

"You don’t know, or you’re unwilling to say?"

he asked directly.

"I am rely a warrior, not a scholar,"

Beethoven sighed as he spoke.

"Then let us communicate in the way of warriors. Show whether your sword is as pure as the moonlight,"

Liu Zheng raised the Slaughter Knife, pointing it at Beethoven.

"Arrogant!"

The "Holy Sword" Hunters beca enraged at the sight.

For Master Beethoven to be pointed at with a weapon in front of them was an imnse disgrace.

"A very lovely line of poetry,"

Beethoven himself seed intrigued.

Though he was not fond of scholarly research, it did not an he disliked literature.

On the contrary, when he was confused, he often drew strength from poetry and knightly tales.

"Bert, lend your sword,"

Beethoven said to the Hunter Captain.

"Why not use your Holy Sword? Do you look down on ?"

Liu Zheng frowned.

"My ntor, it only swings to slay Beasts and monsters,"

Beethoven shook his head.

"ntor?"

"Yes. The sacred moonlight, it guides the direction I should take. No matter how prolonged the darkness, I can always find that sliver of light,"

Beethoven reached behind and caressed the sheathless Great Sword, his expression tender.

And the Great Sword seed to respond to his touch, emitting a breathing-like light that waxed and waned.

Facing such a mystical scene, all the "Holy Sword" Hunters showed reverent expressions.

"That sword has to be at least a perfect-grade item, right?"

Yet, in Liu Zheng’s mind, only sacrilegious thoughts were present.

"Co, foreigner. Let our swords do the talking,"

Beethoven took the Great Sword offered by the Hunter Captain and spoke to him.

Compared to the Moonlight Greatsword, the Hunter Captain’s Great Sword was almost identical in shape, only smaller in size.

Nevertheless, it was still a very well-crafted weapon.

This was also the standard weapon for the "Holy Sword" Hunters, and among all the hunters in Yate, only they wielded such a weapon.

"Let’s talk, then."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Zheng’s figure imdiately burst forth.

Facing the Chief Hunter of the Blood Healing Church, he held nothing back.

With his non-human attributes fully displayed after various item enhancents and the boost from the Legendary Armor, even those "Holy Sword" Hunters, who had also undergone Blood Healing enhancents, could only see an afterimage.

The Hunter Captain Bert showed a look of shock.

He had still underestimated the strength of this foreigner. If the other party had lashed out just now, it’s quite possible that he might have been slain on the spot without warning.

But that was it.

Only those who had crossed swords with Master Beethoven could truly understand the strength of this Legendary Hunter.

Aside from the "Holy Sword" Hunters personally trained by Beethoven, all humans or beasts who had fought with him were already dead.

Indeed, in the face of this lightning-fast surprise attack, Beethoven simply raised his hand leisurely.

With an upward swipe, he parried Liu Zheng’s chop, then continued to lift the blade overhead.

"Hmm?"

Liu Zheng wanted to continue his assault, but a sense of danger washed over him.

He quickly observed Beethoven’s hand movents but couldn’t discern from which direction the counterattack would co.

Because swords, unlike knives, are double-edged.

Whether it’s a direct chop, a diagonal slash, a backhanded chop, a backhanded flick, or even a thrust, all could form an effective attack.

Moreover, the length and weight of the Great Sword were sufficient to cause considerable damage with an attack.

Therefore, Liu Zheng chose to retreat.

His hooves stamped the ground fiercely, and his body, which had previously surged forward, now blasted backward.

Contrary to his expectations, Beethoven just held the Great Sword aloft and did not pursue with an attack.

"Foreigner, it seems you’ve never studied swordsmanship," Beethoven said as he lowered the Great Sword.

"That’s right," Liu Zheng nodded.

After all, he was just a corporate drone. Learning so fistfighting techniques and dagger self-defense was already his limit.

He had neither the ans nor the energy to study more advanced martial arts.

However, Liu Zheng did have plans to learn martial arts when he had so money after turning thirty.

Unfortunately, before that ti ca, he was diagnosed with ALS, and then selected by Hell’s Ga.

"To possess such explosive power and dangerous intuition without having practiced swordsmanship."

Beethoven’s face showed appreciation, along with a trace of barely noticeable excitent.

After all, he was old, and even if Blood Healing extended his life, it was impossible for him to live for many more decades.

Death was not sothing Beethoven found unacceptable; in fact, he was already feeling sowhat weary.

However, he didn’t want his life’s work to vanish with his death.

Beethoven believed that the "Holy Sword" Hunters he had personally taught would uphold his knight’s code.

Yet, there was no swordsman strong enough among the Church’s new generation to match him in his youth.

If it were just Yate residents turning into beasts, the "Holy Sword" Hunters could still manage.

But when it ca to those Ancient Monsters in the Tomr Ruins, the dirty descendants in the Abandoned Stronghold, or even the nightmarish higher beings, they were powerless.

"Pale Night."

The ominous term flashed through Beethoven’s mind.

As one who had participated in the Great Hunt, he couldn’t help sensing that this affair was intricately connected to the higher beings, even if he subconsciously refused to delve deeper.

Without Germain and Maria, could he still raise the Moonlight Greatsword to hunt a true higher being if it appeared?

Even if he really could, what about the next Pale Night?

Who would take up the Moonlight Greatsword and continue to protect the people of Yate?

"Would you like to beco my apprentice, young man?" Beethoven suddenly asked.

"Huh?"

Liu Zheng, who had been contemplating his next move, was stupefied.

So were the "Holy Sword" Hunters.

Wasn’t it supposed to be a duel? How did it turn into accepting an apprentice?

Wasn’t their communication a bit too smooth?

If it weren’t for the fact that they revered Master Beethoven, they might have suspected that the two had known each other for a long ti and were just putting on an act.

"So, uh, even though I know I’m a martial arts prodigy and blessed with exceptional talent, isn’t it a bit presumptuous of you to want to take as your disciple just like that?"

Liu Zheng scratched his head as he spoke.