Chapter 383
"Hatred? No! This isn’t hatred!" Zheng suddenly shouted. He grabbed Roste over and bit at his half remaining shoulder. Zheng tore off a large piece of flesh from the shoulder, from skin, to muscle, and even a tendon. Such pain was beyond what a person could withstand, especially now that Roste had exited the unlocked mode. He screamed and struggled in insanity.
"Do you get it?" Zheng spit out the flesh. Red painted his mouth and chin. He held Roste up in front of him and stared at him. "This isn’t hatred! Because hatred can not describe the anger I have. Rest a.s.sured that I won’t let you die so easily, I promise! You should feel fortunate that I don’t have the ability nor items to capture souls or I would torture you to pieces. Want to die? Keep on dreaming!"
A chillness permeated his whole body. He could hear the hatred from these words. Such hatred was absolutely irreconcilable. Yet he also couldn’t remember when did he ever offended Zheng. If it was due to his enslaving of newbies, Zheng could have just killed him. There was no need for the hatred. Roste shouted. "F*ck! I admit I am unkind but just tell me where did I offend you. You can just kill me. What’s the point of torturing like this? I have prepared myself for the day of ending up in the hands of newbies when I enslaved them. Give me a reason and I will accept my death!"
Zheng stared at him hideously. He was grinding his teeth as he said. "Fine. You want to know? I will let you know! You said you are cloned into team Devil, is this true?"
Roste nodded. "Yes, so what? Do you get offended for someone entering team Devil? That’s outrageous."
Zheng said coldly. "I was cloned into team Devil. I was still weak when I got cloned and was told a bunch of Caucasians enslaved him. If that was the only thing, I would just take it in. However, they shouldn’t do that to my beloved girl who also got brought over…"
Roste suddenly laughed out. He returned to insanity. "Is that so, is that so. That girl probably got gang banged to death right? Haha. I so want to see your clone’s expression. Weaklings can only remain weaklings in the end. You can’t even protect your own woman. What kind of strong are you? Haha. At least my clone played with your clone’s woman. Come bite me! Haha."
"I already did." Zheng smiled coldly. He turned his eyes to the distance and muttered as he ran. "I won’t bite you anymore but I will torture you until you can’t forget this pain even in h.e.l.l."
Roste was still laughing. "A hypocritical weakling like you may seem strong right now but you will
Zheng said. "I won’t have to take care of it anymore. My clone had already killed all you Caucasians. He became the leader of team Devil. He will kill anyone that he doesn’t like. Get it now? You can go ask your clone in h.e.l.l. Ask him the pain he felt at that time and compare it with the pain you will feel in a while!"
Roste paused then started shouting again. Despair finally seemed to settle into him. But Zheng wouldn’t even give him the chance to shout and struggle. He tore off another piece of flesh from Roste’s shoulder. The wound quickly clotted due to his high physical stats. The stats that were so valuable to his survival became the source of his pain. Every time he screamed, Zheng would tear off a piece of flesh. When all the flesh was gone, Zheng began tearing off his bones. The pain was unbearable, yet his stats prevented him from falling unconscious. Roste finally accepted his fate and stopped screaming.
After Zheng approached the fungi forest, Roste couldn’t hold it and asked. "I have a question. How did you know what happened in team Devil? Are you lying to me? Maybe you are just a blood l.u.s.ting person and you reason yourself as someone kind. Do you think you can deceive me? Haha"
Zheng stared at him and said coldly. "Because I met team Devil. My clone hated me. He killed me and my whole team. Do you think I shouldn’t know this? I f*cking know everything. I don’t hate my clone. I hate you Caucasians that enslave the newbies. You are the first such team I encountered. I will definitely tear you to pieces with my wrath!"
Roste paused for quite a while then shouted. "I knew it! I have seen that item, the revival cross. F*ck. I was greedy and didn’t exchange it at the time. I thought with our team’s rating wouldn’t meet anyone strong. This isn’t fair. Why did G.o.d let someone your level partic.i.p.ate in our team battle? Your team members are not weak and you didn’t enslave newbies like we do. This isn’t fair!"
Zheng said coldly. "There is no fairness in this world. Think of those newbies that you tortured, humiliated and killed. Why don’t you go argue with them about fairness? Think of what your clone did. I won’t kill you before the torture breaks your mind! Haha."
Zheng threw Roste onto the ground then activated Explosion and sprinted ahead. A Caucasian covered in blood was laughing wildly. He kept firing arrows to his front. Endless silver lights crushed sections and sections of fungi. The arrows were powerful yet they just couldn’t get Zero. He dodged each one by a hair then returned every shot with a snipe. The golden bell was getting dimmer and dimmer by Zero with a sci-fi weapon. This person’s strength was literally garbage.
Zheng in Explosion was so fast that he had already reached Nick when he turned his head around in shock. Then Tiger’s Soul slashed across horizontally at Nick’s head. Dong! The blade cut an inch into the bell. Zheng estimated its energy was about to be depleted. This was indication that Zero’s techniques and intuition way surpa.s.sed this man. If he could still consider Roste a strong fighter, Nick was totally useless aside from his special weapon and ability.
Each one of Zheng’s strike contained a crus.h.i.+ng force that knocked Nick flying. Several strikes later, the light blade had carved deep into the bell. Though he felt a pity that he couldn’t obtain this BB defensive item.
Zheng didn’t hold back since this was a battlefield. He had to use his all his strength to achieve victory. Every little bit of mercy meant another possibility of danger for him and his comrades. As for capturing Nick, he didn’t need to overthink it. Capturing was the better option but he would kill him here if that wasn’t possible.
Nick also knew someone strong came. He couldn’t see Roste anywhere in sight but he was aware that dude’s fate was grim. So he started to run for his life without a second thought. Even though he was much slower than Zheng, he still had hope to run away relying on his defensive item.
Bang! Dong! Another loud sound and impact. The Gauss bullet pierced deep into the golden bell this time. It looked like it was about to break.
Zheng saw this opportunity and swung Tiger’s Soul. Every hit returned a clank then finally the sword slashed all the way through. The golden bell shattered. Zheng immediately slashed downward and cut Nick’s legs off then an uppercut to cut off his remaining limbs.