Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 709 Reveals Zhao Zhuikong's Private Video to the Entire Reincarnation System

Gene lock level four high.

The tribulation stage for cultivators.

What kind of monster is this?!
"What is the realm of 'transcending tribulation'?" asked François, the burly Nordic man, puzzled.

Neos snapped the chocolate bar in his hand: "The final realm of a cultivator!"

"I am currently only at the Golden Core stage."

"Combat power is equivalent to that of a regular Tier 3 gene lock."

"The next stage is the Nascent Soul stage, which is equivalent to the early stage of the fourth rank."

"And the higher-level primordial spirit is equivalent to the middle of the fourth rank."

"The realms of 'astral projection' and 'body fusion' are theoretically classified as the higher level of the fourth tier."

"Above that is the tribulation."

"He is five levels above me."

"His next step is to become an immortal on par with saints!!"

"Screech—" Most of the demon team members gasped.

Even Zhao Zhuikong clenched his fists tightly.

He's much stronger than I imagined!
"Are you kidding me? He's going to become an immortal?" Luo Gandao exclaimed.

Tom wasn't too surprised. After the strongest member of the Central Plains team killed the captain head-on, in his mind, the people of the Central Plains were all monsters and couldn't be viewed with common sense.

Moreover, he is the strongest player in the Zhongzhou team.

Even if they become immortals, they'll only be considered awesome by the people of Zhongzhou.

"Then what's the point of us fighting?" Haotian said helplessly, spreading his hands.

"What's the panic!" Zheng Zha coldly swept his gaze around, and immediately no one dared to utter a sound.

"We've also fought against opponents at the level of immortals!"

"In the end, they were killed too!"

"Moreover, if he's just one step away from becoming an immortal, then he's still only a half-immortal."

“But we need to assess his strength even further,” Chu Xuan said.

Chu Xuan looked at the virtual projection. This guy truly deserves to be called the number one expert in the Samsara Space.

"Based on reliable intelligence, he should have two S-level enhancements."

Before Chu Xuan could continue his analysis, Zhuang Boshi's projection spoke up: "You must be guessing about my enhancement."

"It's alright, I'll give you this intelligence for free."

Chu Xuan paused slightly after being silenced for the second time, looking thoughtfully at the communication device.

"One is the S-level Samadhi True Fire, and the other is the S-level Bagua Body."

"Furthermore, my spiritual light can adapt to the methods of attack used by others."

“By any means necessary!” Zhuang Boshi said with a smile.

“One offense, one defense, one immunity—he’s a perfect reincarnator.” Neos sipped his chocolate drink.

"If he's right, he's the worst enemy of all of us."

Neos became increasingly interested.

The Middle-earth team, it's said that his original self once encountered the Middle-earth team in Lord of the Rings.

“Maybe he’s just bragging!” Luo Gandao said, looking unconvinced.

"Guess why we're telling you about my abilities?" Zhuang Boshi's voice rang out again.

"I just want you to understand that there is no good outcome in going against the Zhongzhou team."

"Zheng Zha from the Demon Team, Chu Xuan, Zhao Zhuikong, Ming Yanwei, and other people I may or may not know."

"You may be dissatisfied and resentful."

"But it doesn't matter, because the final battle is underway..."

"You will only lose to us."

"So how about this, since you're destined to fail, then why don't you—"

Let's work together!

"What a joke!!" Zheng Zha stood up, his face cold.

"Is he trying to persuade me to surrender?" Haotian asked, scratching his chin.

"That's too arrogant!" More demon members stood up and said.

Even if the Zhongzhou team had beaten them once before, it didn't mean they had the right to persuade them to surrender before the final battle!

Why!
The fight hasn't even started yet!
“I am indeed trying to persuade you to surrender, so you don’t need to be surprised.”

"After all, we have encountered an even more terrifying enemy, who is also the nemesis of the Supreme God."

"The Primordial Heavenly Court".

Upon hearing this, most of the Demon Team members looked bewildered.

Apart from Chu Xuan, he lowered his head, his eyes flashing with intense light.

"You may not know what the Primordial Heavenly Court is."

“It’s alright,” Zhuang Boshi said.

"You just need to understand that they are the enemies of the Lord God and the enemies of the Reincarnators."

"They are also enemies of the builder behind the main god."

"And they've already set their sights on us."

“If you don’t want to die, then cooperate with us.” Zhuang Boshi extended his hand, making an inviting gesture.

But all the demon team members looked at him with indifference and hostility, especially Zhao Zhuikong, whose eyes were almost red.

“I know you can’t agree right now, so what I just said was just a prelude,” Zhuang Boshi said with a smile.

"To give you a mental expectation of the failures to come."

He took two steps back, seemingly about to leave the camera's view, but then suddenly turned back.

"By the way, Zhao Zhuikong, I have some good news for you, free of charge."

Zhuang Boshi said very warmly.

"I encountered your true form in the Lord of the Rings world."

"However, your original body has had some rather 'wonderful' experiences."

Zhao Zhuikong's face stiffened, and everyone's face stiffened as well, except for Chu Xuan.

"I'm sorry, I recorded that scene."

"So I'm sharing this with you so you can enjoy it."

Bosch broadcast the scene from the other end.

Zhao Zhuikong, Zhang Heng, Xiao Honglu...

The faces of the three people were not blurred at all, and Zhao Zhuikong's stunningly beautiful face was displayed nakedly.

Although he has been feminized, every member of the demon team can still recognize who he is.

The team members kept their eyes fixed on the ground, and no one dared to look up again, even though they deliberately avoided looking in Zhao Zhuikong's direction out of the corner of their eyes.

But the plaintive voices, like maggots clinging to bones, burrowed into their ears.

Moreover, the killing intent emanating from Zhao Zhuikong was like steel needles, piercing everyone's skin with pain.

That wasn't ordinary violence; it was a deathly intent mixed with humiliation, rage, and despair, so thick it seemed to tear the entire space apart at any moment.

"By the way, I have many more of your videos here." Zhuang Boshi's voice was laced with laughter, like a dull knife repeatedly cutting into Zhao Zhuikong's nerves.

"And every time we encounter a reincarnation team, we send them a video of your 'heroic pose'."

"Let them enjoy the legendary number one assassin of the Main God Space."

"How to display one's posture and convince one's teammates."

"puff--"

Zhao Zhuikong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He instantly lost all color in his face, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Only the crimson in his eyes seemed to be burning.

"Alright, don't put such an eyesore in the Main God Space."

A clear female voice suddenly came from behind, carrying a hint of reproach.

Immediately afterwards, the projection in the void suddenly went dark, and the scene that Zhao Zhuikong hated to the bone disappeared.

But Zhao Zhuikong's face turned even paler. He could hear it; it was the voice of his beloved little cousin, Zhao Yingkong.

"Oh, by the way, Sakura was a witness!"

"She executed you herself."

Zhuang Boshi's voice was tinged with laughter: "She won't play it for me anymore. If you still want to watch it, I'll send you a separate copy when we meet."

He paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through the void as he landed on Zhao Zhuikong.

"Wait a minute, there are a few other old friends who would like to see you."

The projection disappeared, leaving only the old-fashioned telephone standing quietly in place, the receiver still swaying slightly, as if mocking.

A deathly silence descended once more, but lasted only half a second.

"I want to kill him!"

Zhao Zhuikong's roar was like a thunderclap, and he sprang up, causing cracks to appear all around him.

His eyes had become completely mad.

Haotian and Luo Gandao rushed forward almost reflexively, trying to grab his shoulders from the left and right.

However, Zhao Zhuikong's strength had surged to its limit at this moment. With a sudden flick of his shoulder, the two of them flew out as if they had been hit by a truck.

Zhao Zhuikong's eyes were bloodshot, and a silver dagger had somehow materialized in his hand. Like a wild beast out of control, he roared and charged at the telephone, his fingertips already touching the cold metal, about to smash it to pieces!
"Snapped!"

A large hand grabbed his arm at the same time.

Zheng Zha gripped his wrist tightly from the right, locking him in place like an iron clamp.

Haotian hugged him tightly from behind.

"Let me go! I swear I'll never be human if I don't kill him today!" Zhao Zhuikong struggled frantically, his violent power churning within him like boiling magma.

"What's the use?" Haotian asked with a bitter face, his voice trembling.

"It's just a projection! This telephone is just a signal receiver!"

"He's deliberately trying to provoke you and make you panic!"

"Calm down!!" Zheng Zha's roar was so loud it hurt people's eardrums. He suddenly exerted force and twisted Zhao Zhuikong's arm backward.

"Do you want him to laugh at you until he dies?!"

"I don't care!!!" Zhao Zhuikong completely went berserk!

Zheng Zha was also enraged, and he no longer held back.

A raging inferno rose up.

A punch hits down!
A few minutes later, Zhao Zhuikong lay on the ground, his limbs twisted at bizarre angles, his chest heaving violently.

It was still hissing and growling, its eyes fixed on the telephone, and it even tried to crawl over and bite it with its teeth. It looked exactly like a mad dog driven to the brink of despair.

The clone Zheng Zha rubbed his wrist, looked at the crazed Zhao Zhuikong on the ground, and sighed deeply.

He turned to look at Chu Xuan, his tone filled with suppressed dissatisfaction: "Why didn't you make a move just now?"

Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses fixed on the telephone, calm and undisturbed.

"If you can handle it, why do I need to step in?"

"If Zhao Zhuikong can't even handle this kind of stimulation."

"Then next time I face him, I definitely won't be able to withstand even one move."

"This is a psychological war."

Are you really planning to admit defeat?

After he finished speaking, the Demons fell silent once again.

In this silence, besides Zhao Zhuikong's suppressed roar, there was an added layer of almost cruel clarity.

Chu Xuan is right.

This is a psychological battle before the final war.

The Central Plains team undermined the Demons team's confidence, making them hesitant to oppose the Central Plains.

"Do you want to be a loser?" Chu Xuan asked, looking at Zhao Zhuikong lying on the ground.

Zhao Zhuikong looked at him with the eyes of a hungry wolf.

Chu Xuan slowly said, "God, repair Zhao Zhuikong."

As the beam of light fell, Zhao Zhuikong regained his mobility, but he did not rush towards the telephone again.

"Only a ruthless blade can become a weapon of death. I think you should understand this principle," Chu Xuan said.

"Inner demon."

Zhao Zhuikong's face twisted slightly, and he gritted his teeth as he said, "I understand."

Just as Zheng Zha was about to say something, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Haha, hello guys from the Demon Team."

Upon hearing this voice, Zheng Zha froze for a moment.

But the voice was so familiar to Zheng Zha; it was a voice he could never forget, very similar to his own, but it carried an incredibly stupid quality.

This is the voice of the original!
He slowly turned his head back.

He saw that repulsive smile.

The main body is Zheng Zha.

"Although I don't know what to say, I feel like I'd be letting down the atmosphere if I didn't say something," Zheng Zha said with an awkward laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Oh dear, Chu Xuan and Zhuang Boshi made me record it."

"Let us have something to say to you."

"Actually, I'm wondering, what is the point of our fight?"

The "you" that Zheng Zha mentioned is clearly a clone of Zheng Zha.

The Demon Team members, who had already moved far away because of Zhao Zhuikong's crazy outburst, moved even further away.

Even the most oblivious person could sense that something was wrong!
Haotian, that clever fellow, was just about to sneak back to his room.

"Stay here!" the clone Zheng Zha said coldly.

No one is allowed to leave.

"Let's listen to what kind of idiotic things this moron is going to say this time!"

Haotian could only return with a wry smile and a dejected air.

Even a fool could tell the conflict between the captain and his true form.

The clone Zheng Zha had an icy expression, like a volcano about to erupt.

"What do you want to do? Provoke me before the final battle?"

"Or are you planning to settle things somewhere?"

The main body said calmly, "This is just a communication tool for me to talk to you."

"The final battle will be the time for our true fight..."

"I heard that you were resurrected in The Chronicles of Narnia and are slowly getting stronger."

"The Demon Team has become the second strongest team after the Central Continent Team, right?"

"You!" The clone Zheng Zha felt a nameless rage rising within him.

His nonchalant tone towards the main body indicated he was extremely displeased.

“I learned about you and the Demon Team from other reincarnation teams. You should be proud of that; you’ve earned the right to challenge me,” Zheng Zha, the original body, continued.

"A challenge?" The clone Zheng Zha sneered as he held up an exaggeratedly large giant sword.

"Are you kidding me? Is this a challenge?"

"You are clearly my defeated opponent!"

"I will kill you again!"

"Just like last time, I'll break your spine and make you kneel on the ground begging for mercy like a dog!"

François's voice was extremely low, and only Haotian could hear his muttering: "The captain has gone mad again... It's just a video, but he's actually talking to the real person..."

Before he could finish speaking, a tremendous force struck his chest.

"boom!"

François didn't even see the clone Zheng Zha's movements clearly; he only felt as if he had been hit by an invisible giant hammer, and his sternum instantly made a series of cracking sounds.

His massive body, nearly three meters tall, resembled a kite with a broken string; all that could be heard was the sound of wind tearing through the air.

No one could see when the clone Zheng Zha threw the punch.

He stood still, slowly withdrawing his fist, as if he had just brushed the dust off his shoulder.

"Who gave you the courage?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was as hard as ice, piercing everyone's eardrums.

His gaze swept in the direction where François had disappeared.

The endless darkness at the edge of that main god space, impenetrable even to light, was now silently devouring the fleeting figure, leaving not even a trace of echo.

"Disrupting my communication with this idiot's true form."

The last few words were squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying lingering anger that seemed to freeze the air.

The main god space fell into a deathly silence.

The team members who had just dared to secretly exchange glances now seemed to be frozen in place.

Neos's lips, which were about to curl into a smile, froze on his face. Haotian lowered his head, pretending to be asleep.

No one dared to look up.

The clone Zheng Zha turned his head and looked coldly at the original: "If you still hold onto the wrong ideas from Resident Evil 2!"

"That cowardly hypocrisy!"

"That hypocritical justice!"

"If you still hold this view—"

"You'll only die a worse death than last time!"

Zheng Zha, in his true form, pondered for a moment: "You must have said something threatening to me!"

"You must be very unhappy about the last time you lost to the Zhongzhou team!"

"What a coincidence, me too."

The clone's pupils are shrunken.

Suddenly, memories of his past flashed through his mind, from when he was very weak and was copied into the Demon Team, where he suffered abuse.

From the Predator who turned the tide in a desperate situation, he leaped four ranks in one world.

He led the revived demon team, barely surviving the heavenly team, and step by step, he was preparing to reach the pinnacle of reincarnation.

But I originally thought Resident Evil 2 would be an extremely easy score-farming game.

Unexpectedly, the Demon Team was almost wiped out.

He, Chu Xuan, and Zhao Zhuikong all died in Resident Evil 2, and even lost the Resurrection Scripture.

If it weren't for the Demons' incredible luck in arriving at The Chronicles of Narnia...

If Neos hadn't risked everything to resurrect him...

if not...

The Demons have already been rebooted.

After a crushing defeat, they restarted and slowly climbed back to the top.

The clone Zheng Zha's state of mind is completely different from what it was before.

Cold and harsh, but no longer filled with hatred.

But he disliked his own physical form.

That idiot! He was beaten to death by himself, yet he abused his power!

"I lost to you last time, but I won't do it again this time." Zheng Zha stood with his arms crossed.

"Copy, if you can come to me alive!"

"I'm giving you the right to challenge me..."

"Also, if the fourth stage of the gene lock has not been activated to its highest level."

Zheng Zha said calmly.

"You'd better not come to face me alone, or the result will be the same..."

"I'm waiting for you, my copy."

"Let me see... just how much power your dark beliefs can unleash."

Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!
Zheng Zha's anger was like a volcano about to erupt, with wisps of black flame constantly rising from his body.

He was expressionless, but those who knew him well knew that he was furious beyond measure.

If Zhuang Boshi had said those words, Zheng Zha, the copycat, would have been better off.

But his true form was beaten to death like a dead dog, yet he uttered such provocative words. Zheng Zha fully felt Zhao Zhuikong's anger and killing intent just now.

"Humph."

A burst of black flames erupted from his body, shooting straight into the endless void, causing everyone to take a step back in fear.

"Captain, calm down." Haotian quickly waved his hand.

"Don't get provoked by his provocation, it's a scheme!!"

Zheng Zha let out a soft breath, and the flames on his body slowly dissipated.

"I know, you don't need to remind me!"

"When the war ends, I will definitely cut off his dog's head!"

(End of this chapter)