The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 572 - 432 Red Ghost: It’s been a long time since I w

"Then allow to embarrass myself."

Liu Zheng stepped forward, the tip of his tentacle clenched into a ball and smashed toward the Red Ghost.

To be honest, after transforming into a Tentacle Monster, his attack range had increased and his number of attacks multiplied, but there were inconveniences as well.

The problem was that the Chen Family Boxing he had learned focused on close-range force and techniques like Splitting Palm, Hamr Technique, and Elbow Technique, while his skills in mid-to-long-range combat and leg technique were rather lacking—this did not adapt well to the attack style of tentacles.

If he had studied Whip Technique or a long-reaching strike like Splitting Palm, those four tentacles whipping through the air would be unstoppable, even for immortals.

"Weak, powerless fists."

The Red Ghost shook his head and stepped back.

His fists rose simultaneously, drawing backward like the limbs of a giant bow.

Then, his body pivoted, and his fists shot forward like arrows.

"Slap!"

A sharp, decisive impact reverberated through the warehouse, crisp as the sound of a leather whip snapping against marble.

And the Red Ghost’s fists were akin to stone—beneath the rough skin lay dense fascia and bones, with barely any muscle to be seen.

Yet his fists exuded imnse power, as though that strength ca not from muscle but from the heavy, surging blood within.

"Crack!"

Liu Zheng didn’t need to look; the sound alone told him a tentacle had fractured.

It wasn’t a big deal though—he still had three tentacles left.

Catching the mont when the Red Ghost’s move had worn out its montum, he instantly swung his remaining three tentacles to hamr at the opponent.

Despite his aggression, Liu Zheng retained a semblance of courtesy, aiming for the shoulders and chest instead of the face.

The Red Ghost, now reduced to a mortal form, naturally couldn’t retract his fist fast enough to block, but having dared to sever his own hand, he clearly had a backup plan.

Suddenly, he dropped into a seated position, his buttocks and calves forming two parallel lines.

The posture was bizarre but perfectly avoided the trajectory of the tentacle attacks.

Next, the Red Ghost lifted one leg, relying on the other for stability, and whipped the raised leg toward Liu Zheng’s shin like a lash.

"What is this, a dance recital?"

Liu Zheng couldn’t help but mock.

Although the Red Ghost’s defense and offense were undeniably unconventional, Liu Zheng was a seasoned fighter who had seen plenty.

Moreover, his perception now far surpassed that of the Red Ghost, enabling him to react swiftly.

He twisted his lower leg outward, aligning his knee to counter the incoming whip-like kick.

"Slap!"

Once again, a sharp impact echoed as Liu Zheng was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground.

He didn’t panic, promptly curling his body and using his tentacles to shield his vital areas.

However, the anticipated follow-up attack never arrived.

Peeking through the gaps between his tentacles, Liu Zheng saw the Red Ghost standing in a single-leg stance like a rooster, his raised leg trembling slightly.

"Did he just kick himself into a fracture?"

Liu Zheng speculated.

If that was the case, he didn’t hesitate to spring up from the ground, whipping his tentacles like a storm toward the Red Ghost.

Worst-case scenario, he’d be beaten down once again; best-case, he’d put an end to this farce.

Despite the dire situation, the Red Ghost remained composed, blocking with his arms.

Even with only one hand and one leg remaining, he stood firm like an iceberg in the sea.

"I’m done."

Mid-fight, Liu Zheng abruptly dropped to the ground, sprawled out in exhaustion.

His eyes rolled back, and he panted heavily through flared nostrils, resembling a mountain goat that had collapsed from fatigue halfway up a summit.

"I can’t fight anymore. If you’ve got the stamina, then go ahead and beat to death."

Liu Zheng shook his head and said.

The Red Ghost remained silent, rely casting a glance at him before his body fell straight backward.

His exposed flesh sported large bruises, and his chest and other areas showed varying degrees of concavity.

"I’ve lost."

The Red Ghost said faintly.

"I didn’t win either."

Liu Zheng swayed his tentacles.

"Then let’s leave it at that."

The Red Ghost rose from his collapsed clothing.

His form floated in the air, gazing at the overcoat on the ground, now a heap of shredded fabric with only the upper half sowhat intact.

"It’s been a long ti since I lived as a human. The sensation of pain—it’s surprisingly beautiful."

He spoke in a reminiscent tone.

"Too bad, I’ll never feel it again."

"Is this your clothing from when you were alive?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"That’s right, the very last piece."

The Red Ghost replied.

"Perhaps it can be nded and reused?"

"The tears aren’t limited to the fabric; ordinary tailors couldn’t fix it."

The Red Ghost shook his head.

"What about the Weaving Spider Tribe? Our restaurant driver’s uniform was crafted by them."

Liu Zheng recalled the Weaving Spider Lady and the Box Spider.

"Driver?"

"Yes, he calls himself Colonel and has a penchant for armor and artillery. You might’ve fought his kind in the past."

He said.

Strictly speaking, this was an internal matter of the restaurant, but since the Red Ghost had ntioned that anything could be discussed within the sanctuary, it didn’t matter.

"Ah, so they’re remnants of the Germanic faction."

The Red Ghost sneered coldly.

"What, is he aiming to revive his Führer by dragging you along?"

He asked.

"Not at all; he just wants to stir up explosions and gang warfare for his amusent."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Just a trick of manipulation. Once you lose yourself in their gas, you beco one of them."

The Red Ghost shook his head.

"Then I doubt he’ll succeed. I’m actually a pacifist."

Liu Zheng chuckled.

"Perhaps you are, perhaps not. Have you seen a doctor?"

The Red Ghost asked.

"Sure, who hasn’t? We’re humans—aches and pains are inevitable."

Liu Zheng, not one to fear dical advice, believed that whenever discomfort arose, treatnt and dicine should follow.