The silver moon hangs high in the sky.

Fang Zheng raised his head and looked around. In front of him was a field covered with white flowers. In the distance was a withered tree, and under the tree, an old man was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning on a cane, staring at Fang Zheng with a complicated expression.

The moon here was not the blood moon Fang Zheng had seen before, but a normal silver-white color. But even so, Fang Zheng could still feel the foul smell of the abyss that permeated the air.

"You shouldn't be here, stranger."

The old man stared at Fang Zheng coldly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"This place doesn't belong to you. Leave here. I can help you end it all..."

"Usually, only villain bosses who feel that things are going badly will choose to beg for mercy."

Fang Zheng raised his sword, swung it violently, and pointed it at the old man in front of him.

"I can smell the disgusting stench of the abyss that fills this place. Call out your master behind you, old man, and I may consider giving you a decent death. I don't know who you are, but it doesn't matter. Since you have chosen to be a watchdog, you should know the outcome."

“Hehehe…”

Hearing Fang Zheng's words, the old man smiled, then he slowly stood up - it was only at this time that Fang Zheng discovered that the old man had lost his right leg, and his right leg was connected to a wooden prosthesis.

"Since you rejected my proposal, then none of this matters... In the end, it is up to the hunters to solve all this..."

At this point, the old man suddenly pulled out a scimitar from his waist and thrust it behind his back. Then he grasped the long handle behind him with his left hand and slowly picked up a huge sickle. Then, the old man held the sickle in his hand and looked at Fang Zheng.

"Tonight, Geman joins the hunt..."

"interesting."

Looking at the old man in front of him, Fang Zheng raised the two swords in his hands.

"Then, let me show you the power of the Abyss Watcher!"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Zheng flashed and rushed towards the old hunter. Then he clenched the sword in his right hand and swung it forward. The black sword in Fang Zheng's hand "crashed" and turned into a giant black python that pounced on the enemy in front of him!

“Drink it!!”

Facing Fang Zheng's sudden attack, the old hunter reacted quickly. He dodged Fang Zheng's attack with a side jump, then swung his sickle deep and slashed at Fang Zheng. But before the old hunter's sickle fell, Fang Zheng had already raised the silver-white dagger in his left hand, pointed it at the old hunter, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!!"

A flash of fire exploded on the old hunter's body, causing him to pause for a moment. He then swung the sickle in his hand suddenly, but Fang Zheng dodged it by rolling on the spot.

Wrong timing? It seems that this, like the bounce, also requires practice.

Seeing that the gun counterattack failed, Fang Zheng didn't care much. After all, this was a skill that needed practice to master. It was his first time using it, so it was normal that he didn't know how to do it. So he dodged the old hunter's attack again, and then swung his sword, colliding with the huge sickle in the old hunter's hand.

"clang!!"

The big sword and the giant sickle collided with each other and then bounced off. The old hunter was obviously a warrior who had experienced many battles. Although he had a limp in one leg, this did not affect his movements at all. His whole body was pulled to the side by the sickle. Then Fang Zheng saw the old hunter raise the sickle in his hand again and lean forward. The curved blade of the sickle turned into the claws of a beast and attacked Fang Zheng, trying to grab Fang Zheng's shoulders and pull him over.

But Fang Zheng would not let the old hunter succeed so easily. He raised the short sword in his right hand again and swung it forward, blocking the old hunter's sharp blade. Then Fang Zheng rolled on the spot, closing the distance between him and the old hunter from the side, and then he swung his sword again, slashing at the old hunter's body.

But the old hunter's movements were unexpectedly agile. He jumped back to avoid Fang Zheng's attack, and then raised his sickle again...

"Bang!"

At this moment, a gunshot rang out, and the old hunter's movement of gathering strength trembled and he couldn't help but stop.

Got you!

Seeing the old hunter stop moving, Fang Zheng quickly stepped forward, raised the sword in his hand, and chopped at the old hunter!

“Puff!!”

The sharp sword slashed diagonally from right to left, slicing deeply into the old hunter's body. Although Fang Zheng's attack failed to cut the old hunter in half, it did create a crack in his body that no human would ever leave.

But this is not reality.

"call!!"

The old hunter raised his head and swung the sickle in his hand towards Fang Zheng again. Fang Zheng, who succeeded in the attack, quickly rolled back and then raised the short sword in his right hand again, aiming at the enemy in front of him. The old hunter seemed to have noticed Fang Zheng's attack at this moment, he stopped and looked at Fang Zheng vigilantly.

"Bang!"

Fang Zheng pulled the trigger again, but this time the old hunter quickly rolled over to avoid Fang Zheng's shot as he fired. At the same time, Fang Zheng saw the cracks on the old hunter's body begin to melt rapidly, and then merged together again like plasticine.

It seems that being a lackey for the Abyss does have its benefits.

Fang Zheng did not find it strange to see the old hunter reborn again. The Abyss itself was a very difficult race to deal with and destroy. The best way to destroy the Abyss monsters was to use fire. However, Fang Zheng did not use fire when facing the old hunter. He was just infected by the Abyss, and his regeneration ability was limited.

Fang Zheng believed that as long as this old hunter was ground into a pulp, it would be useless no matter how much he could regenerate!

The battle begins again.

For Fang Zheng, it would not be difficult to defeat this old hunter if he wanted to. But Fang Zheng did not do so. He even used him as an object to hone his skills. After all, the improvement of these two weapons had just been completed. In the battle, Fang Zheng still needed to have an intuitive feeling of what effect they would play.

Compared to the free-spirited Fang Zheng, the old hunter in front of him was in bad luck. At the beginning, because Fang Zheng was not familiar with the gun counterattack, the old hunter was able to maintain a certain advantage over him. But after Fang Zheng gradually learned how to use the gun counterattack to deal with him, the old hunter became much more sad.

He attacked from a distance, and Fang Zheng fired back at him.

He tried to dodge, but Fang Zheng fired back at him.

This is simply too much!!

Looking at Fang Zheng, who was holding a big sword in one hand and swinging a strange gun in his right hand, the old hunter was furious. Who was he? He was Gehman, the first hunter of the church. Almost all the hunting skills were passed down from him. And now, a young man dared to play with a gun in front of him? And he looked so confident?

This is outrageous!

With the burning anger in his heart, Geman's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger. He rushed forward at a speed that a disabled person could not possibly achieve, and swung the sickle in his hand at Fang Zheng again. Seeing the old hunter's action, Fang Zheng raised his right hand again and pulled the trigger at the old hunter.

The time is now!

Just like Fang Zheng honed his skills by fighting with the old hunter, Geman was also looking for the young man's weaknesses in the battle with Fang Zheng. He had discovered that the firearms used by the other party were stronger than his own in terms of speed and power, and had a longer range, but the essence was still the same, except that the old hunter needed some time to judge the other party's timing to shoot.

And now, he obviously seized the opportunity!

"Bang!!"

Just as Fang Zheng pulled the trigger again, the old hunter suddenly rolled forward. He could feel a strong force almost brushing his back, and even left a burning wound on the old hunter's body. But the old hunter didn't care, because he had already caught the weakness of the young man!

"Ka-la!"

German stood up again. The sickle in his hand was folded again and turned into a one-handed axe. With the sound of wind, he chopped towards Fang Zheng. At this moment, Fang Zheng's gun was still facing forward. It was obvious that he had no chance to counterattack again.

However, to Gehman's surprise, what he saw on Fang Zheng's face was not the unexpected surprise and panic. On the contrary, the young man seemed quite calm. Gehman even saw a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.

What is...going on?

Just as German was wondering, he saw the young man raise the "musket" in his right hand, then flip it around to meet the blade that he was swinging down.

"clang!!"

As the swords collided, German felt that the strength of his body disappeared in an instant!

How is this possible? What kind of skill is this? This is not a gun counterattack!

Geman could no longer control his body. He fell to his knees with a thud. He could feel that this technique was very similar to the gun counterattack, but it was different. But no matter what... he made a mistake!

not good!

The last thing German saw was a flash of silver sword light.

The next moment, his head jumped high and flew into the air.