It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 273 Liu Zheng, You Are Being a Bit Presumptuous
"No way, absolutely impossible."

Beethoven immediately shook his head.

"Outsider, you may not know that lycanthropy has existed in At for a long time. It is precisely because the church promoted blood therapy that lycanthropy has been effectively controlled."

He explained.

"When you say effective control, do you mean a city-wide curfew?"

Liu Zheng pointed at the houses with red lights on with a strange expression.

“This is a necessary measure.”

Beethoven sighed.

"In the past forty years, Pale Night has occurred twice. But you don't know that before the church promoted blood therapy, small outbreaks of lycanthropy occurred almost every month."

He said.

"What kind of blood is used in the so-called blood therapy?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“I’m not particularly clear about this.”

Beethoven's eyes flickered.

With Liu Zheng's perception, this abnormality naturally did not escape his eyes.
"You don't know, or you don't want to say?"

He asked directly.

"I am only a warrior, not a scholar."

Beethoven sighed and said.

"Then let's communicate in the way of warriors. Let me see if your sword is really as bright as moonlight."

Liu Zheng raised the butcher knife and pointed it at Beethoven.

"Insanity!"

The "Holy Sword" hunters became furious upon seeing this.

It was a great humiliation for them to have Maestro Beethoven pointed at with weapons in front of them.

“It’s a beautiful poem.”

Beethoven himself was enlightened.

Although he doesn't like academic research, it doesn't mean he doesn't like literature.

On the contrary, when he was confused, he often drew strength from poetry and chivalric novels.

"Berto, lend me your sword."

Beethoven said to the hunter captain.

"Why don't you use your holy sword? Do you look down on me?"

Liu Zheng frowned.

"My mentor, it is swung only to slay beasts and monsters."

Beethoven shook his head.

"tutor?"

"That's right. The sacred moonlight guides me in the direction I am heading. No matter how long the darkness is, I can always find that ray of light."

Beethoven reached his hand behind his back and stroked the unsheathed sword with a gentle look on his face.

And the greatsword seemed to respond to him, emitting a light that flickered like breathing.

Faced with such a magical sight, all the "Holy Sword" hunters showed expressions of reverence.

"This sword must at least be a perfect-grade item, right?"

However, Liu Zheng only had blasphemous thoughts in his mind.

"Come, stranger, let us talk with our swords."

Beethoven took the greatsword presented by the hunter captain and said to him.

Compared to the Moonlight Greatsword, the Hunter Captain's Greatsword is similar in shape, but one size smaller.

However, it is still a very well-made weapon.

This is also the standard weapon of the "Holy Sword" hunters. They are the only hunters in the entire Ate who can use this weapon.

"Then let's talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Zheng's figure immediately shot out.

Facing the chief hunter of the Blood Healing Church, he no longer held back.

After being enhanced by various items and the bonus of legendary vests, the inhuman attributes are fully displayed. Even those "Holy Sword" hunters who have also been enhanced by blood therapy can only see an afterimage.

Hunter Captain Berto was shocked. He still underestimated the strength of this foreigner. If the other party had suddenly attacked him, he would have been killed on the spot without warning.

But that's all.

Only those who have fought against Master Beethoven can truly understand the power of this legendary hunter.

Except for the "Holy Sword" hunter trained by Beethoven himself, all the humans or beasts who had fought with him were dead.

Sure enough, faced with this lightning-fast attack, Beethoven simply raised his hand leisurely.

After blocking Liu Zheng's chop with an upward slash, the sword was raised upward until it was above his head.

"Ok?"

Liu Zheng originally wanted to continue chasing, but a sense of danger overwhelmed him.

He quickly observed Beethoven's gestures, but could not determine from which direction the opponent would launch a counterattack.

Because swords are different from knives, they are both double-edged.

Whether it is a straight cut, a diagonal cut, a backhand cut, a backhand swipe, or even a stab, it can form an effective attack.

The length and weight of the greatsword are enough to allow the attack to cause sufficient damage.

So, Liu Zheng chose to retreat.

He stomped his hooves on the ground, and his body, which had been rushing forward, exploded backward.

To his surprise, Beethoven just held the sword and did not take advantage of the situation to pursue.

"Outsider, you don't seem to have learned swordsmanship."

Beethoven put down his sword and said.

"Yes."

Liu Zheng nodded.

After all, he is just a social animal, and learning some boxing and dagger skills for self-defense is the limit.

He has neither the money nor the energy to learn how to fight.

However, Liu Zheng did plan to learn military combat after he turned 30 and had some money.

Unfortunately, before that time came, he was diagnosed with ALS and was then selected by the Hell Game.

"He has never practiced swordsmanship, but he has this kind of power-generating technique and intuition about danger."

Beethoven showed appreciation on his face, as well as a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

After all, he is old. Even if blood therapy can prolong his life, he can't live for another few decades.

Death was not something unacceptable to Beethoven; in fact, he felt a little tired.

However, he did not want his life's work to disappear with his death.

Beethoven believed that the "Holy Sword" hunters he personally taught would uphold his chivalry.

However, the new generation of the church does not have a swordsman as strong as he was in his youth.

If it were just the residents of At who turned into beasts, the "Holy Sword" hunters could still deal with them.

But faced with the ancient monsters in the ruins of Tomel, the filthy remnants in the abandoned fortress, or even those nightmarish superiors, they were powerless to cope.

"Pale Night."

This ominous term flashed through Beethoven's mind.

After all, he was someone who had participated in the Great Hunt back then. Even if he subconsciously refused to understand, he could still sense that this incident was closely related to the superiors.

Without Germain and Maria, if the superior really shows up, can he still raise the Moonlight Greatsword to hunt him down?
Even if he could do it, what about the next Pale Night?

Who will take over the Moonlight Sword and continue to protect the people of At?

"Will you become my disciple, young man?"

Beethoven said suddenly.

"what?"

Liu Zheng, who was thinking about how to attack, was stunned.

The "Holy Sword" hunters were also stunned.

Wasn't it a duel? How did it become a disciple?

Your communication is so smooth, isn't it?

If the other party was not the master Beethoven whom they admired, they would have suspected that the two people had known each other for a long time and were acting.

"Well, although I know that I am a martial arts genius with extraordinary talent, isn't it a bit presumptuous for you to be my master?"

Liu Zheng scratched his head and said.

(End of this chapter)