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Chapter 60 The Alchemist's Legacy

Hua Zhen looked down at his hands—to be precise, his hands had turned into tentacles.

It seems that after absorbing the soul of the little tentacle, he gained the tentacle ability of the tentacle monster.

Furthermore, since he had already used his tentacles to deal with the mutated ghost grass in his soul state, Hua Zhen was now able to use this ability with ease in his physical body.

"So—you're the one whose soul is in sync with the tentacle monster. Interesting. I'm almost reluctant to kill you. You're an excellent experimental subject." Anton's eyes gleamed with a burning light. "A successful example of the fusion of a human and a monster—a powerful, monstrous body combined with human intelligence—tsk tsk, this is the first time this has been recorded in the Alchemy Manual."

"Are you an alchemist?" Hua Zhen frowned.

"Indeed, to be honest, I've done some research on tentacles as well," Anton said. "Those flexible and precise things are quite fascinating, aren't they? While raising the tentacle monsters, I kept thinking that if humans had that many hands, my alchemy skills would definitely reach a higher level!"

"Although it's still in the experimental stage, we have no choice but to give it a try."

As he spoke, Anton put on his small round glasses and quietly drank a vial of medicine.

In the misty world, he couldn't see clearly and only thought that Anton was preparing some kind of attack. So he glanced at Karula and Tia on the ground, estimated the distance, and rushed forward without hesitation, launching a surprise attack with his red tentacles.

At that moment, Anton's back muscles swelled up rapidly, like a engorged scalp seeing a giant anime female character.

Pfft!

Six mechanical tentacles burst forth from his back, their metallic sheen stained with blood, making them appear particularly ferocious, and the faint sound of their internal magical engines could be heard.

"Holy crap, Doctor Octopus?!" Hua Zhen exclaimed in surprise.

"Now—who is the King of Tentacles?!"

Anton roared, and the mechanical tentacles behind him launched an attack on Hua Zhen without showing any weakness.

The sheer force of the punch was so great that it even tore the air apart.

Hua Zhen's tentacles entangled with his, feeling immense pressure. His own tentacles were ultimately made of flesh, while Anton's tentacles were made of steel. Several tentacles intertwined, emitting twisting and squelching sounds.

Anton's face showed a look of horror.

He never expected that his mechanical tentacles would be unable to do anything to his opponent for the time being!

How...how is this possible?!

The mechanical tentacles, which he had spent so much effort testing on so many women, couldn't subdue this primitive creature.

Garbage tentacles in a distorted state?!

Hua Zhen was somewhat aware of the current situation.

Although his tentacles were ultimately made of flesh and blood, the bonuses provided by the [Alloy Grip Strength Grip] made up for that.

It's important to know that Hua Zhen's grip and finger strength are no joke.

That's an incredible force that can even tear apart reinforced concrete; it's a powerful weapon that can easily conquer lonely rich women. Even though its arms have now turned into tentacles, its strength and power remain unchanged.

In other words, Hua Zhen's tentacles are by no means weak, which is why they can contend with mechanical tentacles.

However, if they are evenly matched, it is impossible to determine a winner.

"Now—what should I do?" Hua Zhen wondered to herself.

Since he couldn't gain any advantage from the power of the tentacles, he had no choice but to resort to underhanded tactics.

Hua Zhen's gaze fell on the magic gunsword at her waist.

Although Anton on the other side did not understand this, he quickly grasped the current situation.

When the strength of the tentacles is evenly matched, the only solution is to resort to underhanded tactics!

Without hesitation, Anton raised his sharp scythe and hurled it at Hua Zhen. The scythe spun rapidly in the air, drawing a dangerous arc as it hurtled towards Hua Zhen's neck.

At the same time, Hua Zhen raised the magic gun sword in his hand, pressed the button on the handle, and a large amount of magic power gathered in the dark hole below the blade, which then converged into a magic energy bullet and was suddenly fired!

boom!

The magic energy bullet collided violently with the scythe, and their kinetic energy canceled each other out.

"Trying to play dirty, huh?"

"Likewise, but it seems you're out of weapons."

Hua Zhen fired the magic energy bullet again.

Anton's expression changed, and he immediately pushed the power of his tentacles to the limit. After breaking free from Hua Zhen's tentacles, he used his speed to move and dodge the attack, while throwing a jar of alchemy.

The can exploded on the ground, sending up thick smoke that blocked Hua Zhen's view.

At the same time, Anton attacked from the side with a sinister grin.

"There's a flaw!"

"Don't even think about it!"

At the critical moment, Valentina stepped forward and blocked the attack.

"That useless, wretched woman, Miya!" Anton's face darkened. "I thought you'd already been caught in that vengeful spirit causing a flood!"

"These words are returned to that vengeful spirit verbatim," Valentina said coldly.

"Is that so? Then there's nothing I can do. One or two, they're all going to die!"

After retreating to a safe distance, Anton took out another alchemical jar.

However, this time he used it on his own tentacles.

After the powder in the jar got onto the tentacles, the tips of the tentacles began to corrode at an alarming rate, quickly spreading to all the tentacles and forming horrifying rust stains.

Anton laughed defiantly, "Try to fight me head-on again!"

"Damn it!" Hua Zhen's expression hardened. "Tetanus tentacles?!"

Tetanus tentacles — this is entirely aimed at me.

"Not only that," Anton sneered, "besides this, there are all sorts of things you wouldn't expect on it, like syphilis, gonorrhea, genital warts, genital herpes—everything you could imagine!"

Hua Zhen broke out in a cold sweat.

This is fucking a biological weapon!

"Don't panic," Valentina said calmly, "I will be your shield."

"A shield?"

"Well, my inherent skills make my defense unbreakable, so I will do my best to protect you—but there's a problem, to be honest, my dynamic abilities aren't that great."

As Valentina turned to Hua Zhen, her gaze lingered on Hua Zhen's tentacles for a few seconds, and a faint blush of cherry blossoms rose to her cheeks.

The feeling from before lingered and remained on her.

"In that case, cooperation is the only option."

"cooperate?"

"Since it's a shield, it needs a user." Hua Zhen slowly waved his tentacles, encircling Valentina's waist like a snake licking its prey. "Want to give it a try?"

"Goo?!" Valentina's expression changed.

"Don't worry, my tentacles are very strong, they can easily control you," Hua Zhen said solemnly. "If that thing touches me, I'm finished. Round Corner Street won't accept people with STDs!"

"You bastard—" After assessing the situation, Valentina could only grit her teeth, "Just this once!"

After all, she knew very well that while she would most likely be safe on her own, she wouldn't be able to stop the other party from taking away the mutated ghost grass.

Hua Zhen extended two tentacles and wrapped them around Valentina.

"Huh? What did you just say?"

"No, I didn't say anything! I didn't say anything!"

"oh----"

Hua Zhen turned her gaze to Anton.

The battle resumes!

This time, with Valentina as her shield, Hua Zhen launched a full-scale offensive without any worries. Even against Anton's rich combat experience, Hua Zhen did not fall behind.

Since the strength of the tentacles is almost the same, the only thing to compete on is skill!

Countless tentacles clashed in the gradually thinning mist; Hua Zhen's mind was like a thousand galloping horses, each one...

Ma carries a tentacle book, which represents his accumulated feelings and experiences with tentacle books.

As time went on, Anton gradually broke out in a cold sweat.

He began to feel overwhelmed.

He should have had the upper hand with his mechanical tentacles, but he was wrong. Although his opponent did not have much combat experience, his knowledge of the tentacles' posture, the arc of their attacks, and even the twisting of their tentacles' tips was unparalleled.

This guy is practically the embodiment of tentacles!

"Answer me, you bastard, who's stronger now?!" Hua Zhen shouted excitedly, growing more and more courageous in the battle, "Powa!"

Valentina, who was used as a shield by Hua Zhen, was ignored.

Although her inherent skills make her body indestructible, she is indeed an excellent and unique shield.

But in the heat of battle, no one cares about weapons.

No matter how carefully they take care of themselves on a daily basis, once they are on the battlefield, even if they face the possibility of breaking their weapons, they will charge forward without hesitation.

The battle between Anton and Hua Zhen continues. Each strike of the seemingly flexible tentacles targets the opponent's fatal weakness, relentlessly pursuing him to the death.

Valentina was like a stray dog ​​abandoned by the roadside, unable to howl or resist as people threw stones at her.

However, stray dogs also have their own kind of happiness.

We must imagine that Valentina was happy.

"Haha—it's already—nothing to worry about anymore—"

Valentina's consciousness seemed to be immersed in the past.

"Dad, it hurts so much—I don't want to train anymore."

"Child, this is your gift, and also your curse," the towering figure in my memory said. "Everything comes at a price. You will not bleed, but the pain you suffer will surpass the imagination of others. But it is precisely because of this that, as long as your heart has not succumbed, you will be able to protect more people like your mother."

"But—it hurts so much, and the instructor said I'm slow, I can't even hit a slowly moving wooden target."

"Valentina," her father's gentle voice came, "have you heard of the wooden cup theory?"

"A wooden cup?"

"Yes, a wooden cup. A regular wooden cup is made of pieces of wood pieced together. Normally, each piece of wood is the same height. If one piece is short, the water will overflow. So what you should do is make up for the short piece. But even if it's not pain, but pleasure, you'll feel it twice as much, so it's not entirely a bad thing."

thing. "

"I...I understand—just like this cup on the table?"

"Silly child, that's not a wooden cup."

Hua Zhen lifted Valentina to block Anton's fatal attack once again. He had already seen through the feint attack. If the real tentacles were to launch an attack, it would be like a snake sneaking up on you.

Such clumsy technique seemed to him like the most worthless and nonsensical notebook ever written.

Hua Zhen's tentacles launched a fierce and swift counterattack, like a venomous snake. Utilizing his superior understanding and unparalleled control over the tentacles, Hua Zhen almost brushed past the opponent's mechanical tentacles, ultimately piercing through Anton's abdomen.

"Oh oh oh————"

Anton's body collapsed to the ground, his face upturned to the sky, blood bubbles gushing from his mouth in waves.

Hua Zhen approached him, carrying a magic gun-sword.

"Why—" he asked before he died.

"Why? Why?"

"A soul connection with the tentacle monster—cough cough—is there really such powerful control?" Anton's eyes were full of confusion. "How did you manage that last move? That level of micro-management—is it really possible for a human to do that?"

Hua Zhen stared at him with pity: "When I was little, my family was very poor. I didn't have any pocket money. My friends would only share their uneaten Planet Cups with me when they were tired of eating them. When I was writing essays, I had to search online. Amidst all the thighs and jerks on the screen, I learned about tentacles and discovered that tongues and tentacles are very similar." "Later, every time I ate, I would imagine that there was a tentacle in my mouth wrapping around its prey. Over time, when I started drawing, I found that I had an incredibly clear understanding of the movement trajectory of tentacles—I regarded this as a gift that poverty gave me."

"Is that so?" Anton murmured. "I used to have that kind of time too. Because my family was too poor to go to school, I couldn't read, so I would go to the alleys and pick up those dirty magazines that other people had used and then thrown away. But amidst all those thighs and jewels, I only learned to read and write. Perhaps that's the difference between you and me."

"Yes, you can't beat me at directing, do you believe that?"

Anton's lips twitched a few times, and he shakily pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket.

"This is the legacy of a certain alchemy master, containing information about the Third Continent."

"Are you begging for mercy now?" Hua Zhen asked seriously. "I will not let you go."

"No—" Anton said, "because you're an adventurer—one of us in this line of work—even the treasure-hunting rats—our greatest pursuit—isn't it wealth?"

"You need to understand—wealth is not something to be buried—"

Anton's hand fell limply to his side.

Hua Zhen remained silent for a moment.

He suddenly understood something.

He was of no importance to Anton.

I am like a boulder rolling down a mountain stream, or a sudden blizzard—at most, a stumbling block on his path.

Do you hate it?

Hua Zhen felt that it was impossible for this guy not to hate her.

But the legacy of that alchemist is what Anton ultimately seeks.

As long as that inheritance can be found, he wouldn't feel any regret even if he died.

But—is that really the case?

Hua Zhen stared at Anton's corpse.

His eyes were still open, and his dying smile seemed to mock him.

If it were me—even if I died, it wouldn't benefit my opponent at all.

But what about the third continent?

Hua Zhen couldn't help but ponder.

If the second continent, Augustus, brought the energy crystal, giving the world a new lease on life.

So what kind of wealth does the Third Continent hold, waiting to be harvested?

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