Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Sir, although you appear to have no flaws, I am not very talented, but I have some understanding of the art of killing intent. Especially after becoming a vengeful spirit, my perception of killing intent has reached a new level."

"Sir, your hands have been imprinted with killing intent. This was originally a good thing, as it could assist in cultivating the path of killing and increase your means of dealing with enemies. However, since you do not have a method to cultivate the path of killing, if this continues, the backlash from the killing intent will be ten times more ferocious."

The Blood Warrior ignored Liu Zheng's reaction and continued speaking to himself.

This was, after all, his home turf. Although he couldn't stop Liu Zheng from running away, he couldn't kill him either.

"Then do you possess the methods to cultivate the path of killing?"

Liu Zheng was pleasantly surprised.

"No."

The Blood Warrior shook his head.

"Tch, then tell me about cows and horses?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Although I have no cultivation method, I do have a solution. I know a swordsmith who can forge a person's blood, skills, and soul into his swords, so mere killing intent is naturally no problem."

"The Blood Warrior said."

"Oh?"

Now Liu Zheng became somewhat interested.

Isn't this the "transfer method" that the jade cricket mentioned? And judging from the craftsman's skill, it's the "blood sacrifice weapon forging" he mentioned.

I wonder if this swordsmith can inlay the Divine Blood Gem. Those super-large gems haven't been used since they entered the country.

"What do you think of these terms, sir?"

"I can't wait," the Blood Warrior asked expectantly.

Can I make a phone call here?

Liu Zheng asked.

Since the other party has indeed presented him with attractive conditions, he needs to be more careful with his response.

"You can make a call, but the signal is bad. If you go beyond the bathhouse area, you probably won't be able to make a call."

"The Blood Warrior said."

Goodness, they even recreated the poor cell phone signal in the elevator, right? Metropolis is really serious about cosplaying reality.

"Will we be spied on?"

he asked.

"What kind of wiretapping are you referring to?"

The Blood Warrior asked, puzzled.

"There are people in higher positions."

Liu Zheng pointed to the ceiling, which was invisible, and said.

"Oh, I see, she will, and she listens to the recordings every day."

The Blood Warrior nodded.

"You admitted it so readily."

He was somewhat speechless, but not surprised.

Grandma Tang can sense my name whenever it is mentioned in the bathhouse, so she certainly wouldn't miss out on such a place as an information hub like the elevator.

"Can you think of a way to block it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"What do you want to do, sir?"

"I need to make a call to check if your wife and children can still be saved."

He said it frankly.

“In that case, I have a plan.”

"You said."

"Sir, please let me make a cut, and that will be enough."

As he spoke, the Blood Warrior gripped the longsword at his waist, his eyes bloodshot like a demon's.

Chapter 380 Your elevators are really a waste of your employees!

"What do you mean?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Please draw your sword, sir."

The Blood Warrior's sword tip was slightly raised, pointing diagonally upwards.

He looked in the direction of the blade and saw an inconspicuous spot in the blood cloud above his head twisted into the shape of an ear.

"Then can I just stand still and let you chop me?"

He sighed.

Although Liu Zheng doesn't hate violence, he's not some kind of crazy guy who enjoys fighting.

He had been fighting non-stop since entering the metropolis, and he was indeed a bit tired.

If he absolutely has to be slashed, then he should just lie down and let it happen.

"That's obviously not going to work."

Blood Warrior's face twitched.

Having worked as an elevator operator for so many years, he had never seen such a lazy fellow.

If he weren't still hoping the other party would help him save his wife and daughter, he wouldn't even bother to stab the other party, as it would only dirty his knife.

"Can I fight back?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Of course. Please go ahead and do your thing, sir. There's no need to worry about hurting me."

The Blood Warrior's tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Forget it, I still can't muster the energy. Come on, can I look at your butt?"

He turned around, his back to the Blood Warrior.

"Sir, haven't you heard that a scar on the back is a samurai's shame?"

The veins on the Blood Warrior's forehead throbbed wildly.

“Yes.”

Just kidding, he used to be an ACG enthusiast, how could he not have heard such classic lines?

"Then why are you turning your back to me?"

The Blood Warrior has a new name.

"Because I'm not a samurai, I'm just a delivery guy, cough cough, a massage therapist."

Liu Zheng wiped away non-existent cold sweat, almost letting something slip.

"What do you want in exchange for a proper fight with me?"

The Blood Warrior said helplessly.

"Finally telling the truth, huh?"

He turned around, a triumphant expression on his face.

"What do you mean by not wanting to be eavesdropped on? I think you just want to fight me."

Liu Zheng said casually.

"It's true that I want to fight you, and it's also true that I want to avoid being eavesdropped on."

Having his thoughts exposed, the Blood Warrior spoke frankly.

"People ride the elevator every day, haven't you had enough?"

he asked.

"They are different from you; they don't exude any murderous aura. Fighting them wouldn't be of much help to me."

The Blood Warrior shook his head.

"Would sparring with me be of great help to you?"

"That's natural. I am now a malevolent spirit, and this body is the product of my murderous aura and resentment."

"Especially the 'Corpse Killing Pill' in my hand, which has now become one with my killing intent. Only by being honed with other weapons of killing can it become even sharper."

The Blood Warrior's hand brushed across the blade, creating ripples of crimson blood.

"Aren't you a walking corpse? How did you turn into a vengeful spirit?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“I don’t know either. After I regained my senses, I wandered aimlessly in the mountains and fields. Until one day, someone suddenly told me that instead of wandering around and becoming someone else’s tool, I should become his employee, and perhaps there would be a chance to be free in the future.”

"I don't remember whether I agreed or refused at the time. Anyway, when I regained my memories, I was already like this."

"My physical body has become one with this elevator, while my soul has separated and become the spirit of the elevator."

"The Blood Warrior said."

"Is that her?"

He pointed to the ear.

"I don't know. Now, when I try to recall that person's voice, appearance, and smile, I can't remember anything at all. However, I vaguely remember that he had an extraordinary demeanor and was definitely not comparable to that kind of person."

Blood Warrior shook his head, his words revealing considerable disdain for Granny Tang.

"Alright. But since I've been your sparring partner, you should at least pay for my medical expenses, right?"

Liu Zheng shrugged.

He didn't think he could defeat his opponent without using any props, and he couldn't just take the beating for nothing, could he?

What do you desire, sir?

The Blood Warrior asked helplessly.

At the same time, he also felt a strange sensation in his heart.

He was clearly the examiner, so how did he become the passive one after just a few words?

"I'm not picky. Are there any quick-learning sword techniques or anything like that?"

Liu Zheng said.

He wasn't exactly clueless about combat, but he was also completely ignorant, and he didn't have any innate talent for it.

Although there are fine knives of excellent quality such as "Spirit of Self-Eater" and "Discriminating," they can only be used in one way: slashing randomly.

There was a chance to make up for this when we were in Atlanta.

Beethoven himself was a master swordsman and had also trained the entire church hunter organization, making him the perfect swordsmanship teacher.

Although he used a sword instead of a knife, the techniques of two-handed greatswords are similar to those of knife fighting, and some basic combat principles are the same.

Moreover, he could also get a greatsword to use; they should be available on the black market.

After all the relationships were established and the matter was settled, Liu Zheng was thrown out of Atlanta by an unknown superior, which was quite a difficult situation.

However, plans often go awry, so he wasn't too disappointed.

But now that there seems to be an opportunity for extra lessons, he won't let it slip by easily.

"No."

The Blood Warrior shook his head decisively.