The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1289: [Hands Still Not Nimble]
"So fast!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
A sharp gleam flashed in White Coat’s eyes as he deftly maneuvered the scalpel with his hands.
His hands moved very slowly, so slowly that even an ordinary person could clearly see the trajectory of the scalpel.
However, he blocked all the shadow punches.
"Swoosh!"
After a round of confrontation, Liu Zheng rapidly retreated.
He looked at his own fists, noticing the cross-shaped cuts on the peaks of all four fists, with lava-like blood slowly oozing out.
"Nothing much."
White Coat flicked the blood off his scalpel and said.
He hadn’t even stepped back a single step.
"That’s good. I was worried you couldn’t take a beating."
Liu Zheng said with a cheerful smile.
"Such shameless boasting!"
White Coat snorted coldly and directly flung the scalpel from his hand.
The scalpel, only as wide as two fingers, was enveloped in a massive surge of sword energy. As it plowed through the ground towards Liu Zheng, no one doubted it could cut him right in half.
"Little Li Flying Knife, is it?"
Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow and reached out with one hand towards the scalpel.
The hand, initially having a slight flesh feel, turned into something akin to a red-hot iron block, firmly grabbing hold of the scalpel, and crushing the awe-inspiring sword energy in its grip.
"Iron Block," combined with the artificial body operating at full power, results in such dominance.
"An Iron Block? You work for City Hall?"
White Coat also recognized this signature skill of City Hall employees and frowned deeply.
If this deliveryman worked for City Hall, things would get even more complicated.
"I am from the restaurant, but I have connections in City Hall."
Liu Zheng displayed a family proof from City Hall.
"A second-generation City Hall citizen working as a deliveryman for Bloody Restaurant, are you crazy?"
Scrubs said bluntly.
"Being a deliveryman for Bloody Restaurant isn’t so bad, is it? You get to go to places many couldn’t in a lifetime, and meet people many would never encounter in their lifetime."
He said.
"But those people don’t want to meet you."
Scrubs replied.
"Aren’t you the same? Seems like we have some common ground after all."
Liu Zheng countered.
"Sharp-tongued."
White Coat sneered coldly, waving both hands simultaneously.
Eight flying knives shot towards Liu Zheng in the shape of the Chinese character "米," their sharp sword energy compressed to the extreme, closely adhering to the blades.
Such flying knives weren’t something a body of flesh and blood could handle with bare hands, not even an artificial body almost departing from flesh and blood could.
So Liu Zheng drew his sword.
As soon as one sword stroke was made, it burned the heavens and wiped out the earth.
He didn’t compress the sword energy like White Coat did, but instead wielded the power of Extreme Fury Asura recklessly.
Limitless flaming sword energy spread from the blade, turning the entire floor into a sea of fire.
The eight flying knives, along with their sword energy, melted in the fire, turning into a pool of molten iron.
And Liu Zheng did not stop. The sea of fire closed in on White Coat like a cage or a furnace, aiming to refine him on the spot.
"Burp~"
The intense hunger made Liu Zheng involuntarily burp, a wisp of flames mixed with black ash escaping from his mouth.
He hadn’t trained any extraordinary powers; the energy supply of the artificial body relied entirely on physical strength, with a low reserve and conversion rate. This was why he was usually reluctant to use the artificial body at high power.
But when he lifted the power restrictions, this billion-worth artificial body would also erupt with value-for-money strength.
However, the opponent Liu Zheng faced wasn’t an ordinary person, but a chief physician of a hospital, and one capable of leading a secret project.
Whether in strength or intelligence, White Coat undoubtedly occupied the upper echelons of the Metropolis Pyramid.
And with his pride, he wouldn’t allow himself to be easily defeated by an unknown small-time deliveryman.
White Coat took a deep breath and lifted the white coat off his body, revealing face after face stacked beneath.
These faces were human, human-like, or seemingly human yet not, and some were completely inhuman...
Their commonality was in their flaws—some had no nose, some had a nose with only one nostril, others had a mouth and nose grown together, etc.
And these were all past patients of White Coat.
Before he focused solely on scientific research, he was a top plastic surgeon who resolved aesthetic or functional issues for countless patients.
And he permanently kept a part of these patients, able to use them to spread the damage when in danger.
Now, it was time for them to repay him.
The flame prison closed in, burning those faces one by one, their expressions a mix of agony and seeming liberation.
And yet, White Coat stood in the flames, not a strand of his hair singed.
"Is this all you’ve got?"
His gaze pierced through the fire, staring at Liu Zheng.
"Ah, I was hoping to conserve some energy. Since you insist on a beating, I can only oblige."
Liu Zheng sighed, pulling out a deep fryer from the system space.
"Name: Fried Ghost (One-time use)"
"Type: Tool"
"Quality: Excellent"
"Effect One: Restores a large amount of stamina"
"Effect Two: If the player possesses the Undead Bloodline, a small amount of soul power is restored."
"Note: There really are ghosts in the Fried Ghost, that’s Bloody Restaurant for you."
"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"
Though eating it directly was a bit wasteful, he had no other items that could immediately restore his stamina.
Liu Zheng poured the oil and ghosts from the pot into his mouth, the greasy discomfort vanishing in an instant, replaced with the satisfaction of a hearty energy boost.
