Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 207 You are just a lucky person who was not born in the Devil Team (12)

In the Raccoon City where zombies are rampant, all that can be seen is a scene of devastation.

The high-rise buildings that were dazzled by missiles and rockets were now in ruins, with dust filling the air.

Dark clouds hung low in the sky, giving people a heavy feeling of oppression.

Only near the church are the buildings still relatively intact.

The clone Zheng Zha looked up at the dark clouds and said in a calm tone with a hint of sarcasm: "I thought you would let those trash consume me and test my abilities."

"I never thought you would be so corrupt and depraved as to stand before the weak."

"It's ridiculous."

"They are my cherished companions, not the trash you call them." Zheng Zha frowned and glanced at him, saying in a cold voice.

"Partner?" The clone Zheng Zha's face showed even more sarcasm.

"It's a strange feeling to see my own face saying such disgusting words."

"I really want to tear off your hypocritical face and step on it."

Although the two look almost identical in appearance, except for the extremely hideous scar that spans the entire face of the clone.

Yet, seeing them both together, no one would think they were alike.

The clone of Zheng Zha exuded extremely violent brutality and anger. The murderous intent to burn everything surged like a raging wave. Even when he had no murderous intent, it was enough to terrify most reincarnations.

He was like an enraged ancient beast, ready to pounce on his prey and tear it to pieces.

Compared to the clone, it looks extremely dangerous at first glance.

Zheng Zha is different. His temperament is not so dark and violent, and he doesn't even have much murderous intent. He just has the breath of life that is surging like a dragon.

"I thought you were another me." Zheng Zha frowned and suppressed the anger in his heart.

"But I am still optimistic. You and I—"

“It’s completely different!”

Each word is pronounced with great emphasis, like a knife.

"Hypocrite!" The clone narrowed his eyes, a chill covered him, and murderous intent surged.

"After I kill you, they'll die sooner or later anyway, so what's the point in leaving?"

In an instant, the atmosphere was like a fully drawn bow, ready to explode at any moment due to a disagreement.

"Death?" Zheng Zha's expression gradually darkened.

"There's something I really want to say. What makes you so confident?"

"Do you really think you can defeat me?"

The replica glared coldly and said, "I'm just stating the facts. If you still want to struggle, then go and die."

His tone was calm, but beneath his words, there seemed to be a faint undercurrent of a storm slowly surging.

The clone threw a punch at Zheng Zha from a distance of thirty meters.

This punch did not have a violent surge of energy, nor did it have a thunderous roar that broke through the air.

Simple, direct, and unremarkable, just like punching the air.

However, Zheng Zha, who was standing opposite him, was keenly aware of the power contained in this punch, and also countered the punch with his fist through the air.

There was a loud bang, as shocking as the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth.

The air waves superimposed on each other radiated outwards, and the powerful impact force seemed to pierce the surrounding air.

The surrounding buildings trembled slightly under the impact, cracks appeared on the walls, and dust fell.

The fist wind lingered for half a minute before slowly dissipating.

Zheng Zha dusted off his clothes. His forehead and shoulders were covered with dust. The clone was in the same state, as if a layer of snow had fallen on his body.

In terms of strength, he had been soaked in the dragon blood of the lesser god Smaug.

In Western mythology, it is a demigod warrior who bathes in dragon blood.

Although there is only double B-level enhancement, the physical fitness, especially strength, has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to before.

However, through that punch just now, he could feel the clone's strength, which was actually comparable to his.

His eyes were like two sharp knives. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the clone Zheng Zha: "You are quite strong."

Zheng Zha had not intended to mock the clone. After all, he had overestimated the clone before. He did not expect that he could not gain the upper hand in the power that he was most confident in.

But saying this at this time is undoubtedly a naked mockery.

As expected, upon hearing these words, the tyrannical aura of the clone surged again, like an ancient demon god that could hold up the sky and the earth.

"Are you very proud?!"

"Then let me show you!"

"What is true power!!!"

Suddenly, black flames spread all over the body of the clone.

The hilt of the greatsword was held in the hands of the clone Zheng Zha, and his eyes were also emitting red light, deep blood color, and exuding tremendous anger and resentment.

Anyone who sees it will feel terrified as if they are about to be swallowed up and annihilated by the boundless sea of ​​blood, and dare not look directly at it.

The demon raised the sword above his head and slashed directly towards Zheng Zha from a distance of more than 30 meters.

A destructive storm took shape in an instant.

Even though Saito Ichi and Lingdian, who were watching from high in the sky on small broomsticks, were several kilometers away, they could still deeply feel the horror of this attack.

The entire sky and earth seemed to be struck down by an invisible giant holding a huge sword soaked in blood and burning with fire!
"This is?!"

Zheng Zha's eyes flashed, and he also drew out the Dragon Slaying Sword from his storage ring.

It seemed that they had encountered the same top-level divine weapon. As soon as the Dragon-Slaying Sword was drawn out, a roar of dragons and tigers was heard from the sword.

Boundless murderous aura condensed into a monster with a dragon head, a tiger body and wings on its back, as if it wanted to break free from its restraints and rush towards the enemy.

He swung his sword fiercely in the direction of the black flame blade energy of the clone, and a black and red blade light appeared out of thin air on the sword.

explode--

The whistling sound of the Dragon-Slaying Sword, filled with extreme energy, is enough to tear the sky and split the sea.

In front of the two of them, the surrounding space instantly turned into an endless sea of ​​fire and swords, with heat waves rolling and the burning flames covering the sky, ruthlessly swallowing and drowning them.

At that moment, the world seemed to have lost its color.

The energy storm enveloped the one-kilometer radius of the area where the two men were fighting, and all that could be seen was the scene of raging black flames and sword energy.

The wind was howling, sand and rocks were flying, as if the end of the world was coming.

The overwhelming sword light and violent fire energy swirled wildly, creating an absolute vacuum vortex in the blink of an eye.

The sand, gravel, and soil on the ground were first crushed into a glazed state by the intense heat and pressure. Then, like a crystal dragon, it spun rapidly, rising instead of falling, and plunged into the center of the vortex. The surrounding buildings instantly collapsed in this energy storm, shattering into the finest dust and metal powder.

The ground was torn apart by the tremendous force, revealing pipes and subway tunnels more than ten meters underground.

By the time the storm dissipated, the entire road had become a chaotic, twisted, and crisscrossed mess. The asphalt surface had melted and evaporated, leaving only a charred mark.

The church had been completely razed to the ground, leaving only a huge pit on the battlefield covered with crystals.

In the very center of the pit, Zheng Zha knelt on one leg, his bones making crackling sounds as if they were bearing a huge load.

His arms were cracked at the knuckles, but he still held the Dragon Slaying Sword tightly, blocking a two-handed sword that was even bigger and more ferocious than the Dragon Slaying Sword.

If the first fist fight was more of a pure contest of strength, then the second sword fight was a contest of deep-level energy.

Zheng Zha's arms were constantly emitting tiny blood flowers because he could not bear this force.

The hilt of the greatsword was held in the hands of the clone Zheng Zha, and his whole body was emitting tremendous anger and resentment.

Anyone who sees it will feel terrified as if they are about to be swallowed up and annihilated by the boundless sea of ​​blood, and dare not look directly at it.

He looked up at the sky with cold eyes. In the crack in the fog torn open by the aftermath of their battle, a man was lying on a broom and shooting at him.

"Your sniper? He's decent, but—"

"So ungrateful!"

The clone's extremely cruel eyes pierced Zero's heart like a sharp thorn, causing Zero's finger, which was about to pull the trigger, to freeze and become unable to pull the trigger any further.

Suddenly, the black fog spread again, and the only crack completely disappeared.

"Your teammates really care about you. They're firing in the black fog. Aren't they afraid of hitting you?"

"Or do you rely on this thing to locate?" The clone sneered and stomped a miniature communicator that fell from Zheng Zha into pieces.

"If you are all so afraid of death, why don't you go together?!" he laughed contemptuously.

On the heart of the clone Zheng Zha, a bullet from a Gauss sniper rifle was slowly being squeezed out by his powerful muscles.

Then, the bullet was quickly burned and swallowed by the black flames emanating from his body, and the wound healed quickly.

A sniper shot that was powerful enough to penetrate a tank looked like a minor skin wound to the clone.

"Because they are my partners!!"

Zheng Zha roared, and at the same time swung his long sword. The metal friction made a sharp scream, and the two magical weapons squeezed and rubbed against each other, sparks flying all the way.

But he also took the opportunity to throw the clone Zheng Zha out.

That move just now put him at a complete disadvantage.

Now it seems that in terms of energy quality and usage skills, he is indeed far inferior to his clone Zheng Zha.

The clone Zheng Zha spread his devilish wings behind him, and the whole person was suspended in mid-air. With a look of sizing, he said with some surprise: "But I didn't expect that you are only this good?"

The clone looked at Zheng Zha's eyes, and while there was hatred, there was also a hint of deep surprise.

"Your bloodline and skills are only capable of B-level enhancements, right?"

"I'm not very proficient in magic either."

"Why? You've already unlocked the fourth level, but your level of enhancement is holding you back. Did you miss all the side storylines?"

"Could it be that you've been counter-cultured by those parasites, hahahaha?"

The clone couldn't help but throw its head back and laugh wildly.

In the previous attack, even though the original body used some temporary burst techniques, the essence of the energy was clearly seen by the replica.

Although his body has good strength, his energy is unexpectedly weak.

He is even inferior to some second-level enhancers in the Demon Team.

"This is enough to deal with you!" Zheng Zha wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The giant sword with black flames rising from it that the clone had just swung was the most powerful blow he had ever seen. It was estimated that even B-level protective equipment would be broken in an instant.

Just by taking it, he felt his blood rushing and his meridians becoming disordered.

This sword is not only an unprecedentedly brutal and frantic killing method, but also embodies the supreme skill of the fourth level. It contains at least ten kinds of super-high-level utilization of energy. Even a real dragon will have no choice but to be slaughtered in front of this sword.

The clone is of at least A-grade bloodline, and his blood energy far exceeds his own in both quality and quantity.

And the black sword in his hand is at least an A-level weapon.

That is a truly extraordinary divine weapon.

The clone Zheng Zha, with A-level enhancement + A-level weapons + fourth-order gene lock, and several vampire skills, this combination makes Zheng Zha's scalp numb, it is really too supermodel.

If Hu Po had not fused the dragon-slaying black arrow and the true dragon's blood in the previous world, devoured Smaug's soul, and turned it into the dragon-slaying sword, he would probably have been cut in two by the black sword at the first encounter.

"How come I didn't realize I was so stubborn before." The clone stood high in the sky, with huge wings spread out behind him, just like a devil descending to the earth.

"It seems that you only opened the fourth-level gene lock in the Zhongzhou team by luck. You can't even control the genes. It's really disappointing—"

He looked down at his own body, his eyes filled with nothing but disappointment and contempt.

"What a joke!" Zheng Zha's facial muscles were tense, revealing a stubborn and unwilling expression.

"You are nothing but a madman controlled by darkness!"

Zheng Zha, who has entered the fourth-level gene lock, naturally gained the ability to control his own genes.

However, he had only been in the fourth stage for too short a time, and was still in a stage of inner confusion. He was even forced to learn too much, so his understanding of the fourth stage was still in a confused state.

Moreover, because it was strengthened by dragon blood in the previous world and fused with the genes of the dragon, its genes became chaotic and the difficulty of control increased greatly.

He once tried to manipulate the ancient genes in his body and briefly gained the power given by the genes, but it was this power that frightened him.

The violent gene hidden deep in his heart will become stronger and stronger, and finally turn him into a stranger that he does not recognize at all.

Zheng Zha didn't dare to adjust the genes at will, but the clone didn't have this concern.

The vampires are not a dark race that excels in physical fitness, but the replicas continuously adjust their genes and optimize the gene chains to continuously enhance their physical fitness, making them no less capable than some physical enhancers.

This is the basis for the fourth level to truly stand at the top of reincarnation.

Infinite evolution, infinite elimination.

"Hahahaha!" The clone did not hide its arrogance at all.

"What a naive fool!"

The giant black flame sword in his hand actually stretched hundreds of times longer, and the black flames on it almost burned through the sky.

Such a huge black flame sword was in front of Zheng Zha's head, slashing towards his head.

"You're just a lucky guy who wasn't born into the Devil Team!"

"How can you understand the darkness in my heart! My true self, die!"

(End of this chapter)