Chapter 272 The Greatest Respect Is to Kill Them All

Cry——

A long and strange cry came from the night sky.

Netero looked sideways and saw the dragon-like monster of the Zoldyck family, which looked like a dragon but not a dragon, and a bird but not a bird, flying down from the clouds.

Zeno and Silva both stood on its back.

Zeno nodded to Netero, pointed at the monster under him, and motioned Netero to come up.

Netero understood, and jumped again, stepping on the sharp claws of the dragon bird monster and flew up.

He landed on the thick, long and wide back of the dragon bird, and "Hundred Styles of Guanyin" disappeared.

Netero glanced at Zeno, paused, and laughed.

"Zeno, didn't you say that you would never care about anything other than the mission? Why are you still here?"

Zeno put his hands behind his back and laughed.

"Because it's rare to see. The fall of the strongest man in the past and the birth of two monsters."

Netero was not angry, but just laughed.

From the time he was a toddler to his old age, Zeno has always regarded Netero as the strongest in the six continents.

His feelings for Netero are enough to be called respect, there is no doubt about that, and what he said just now was just a bit of a sigh.

The younger generation pushes the older generation forward, not only him, but even Netero, a recognized evergreen in martial arts, has been caught up and surpassed by young people.

This is really a very complicated feeling.

Zeno and Silva watched the battle in the air. Although they couldn't see it clearly, they could generally feel that Germain and Meruem were not giving in to each other from the collision of their thoughts.

Even Netero couldn't intervene.

It was too intense to attack and defend, with no breathing space.

If Netero insisted on letting "Hundred Styles of Guanyin" blast out a palm wind, whether he could hit it and who he would hit was a matter of luck.

However, after the initial shock, Zeno and Silva remained calm after the aggressiveness and violence shown by Meruem.

This is because the Zoldyck family has always held a trump card.

It is hard to say what price they will pay in the end if they use that trump card to deal with Meruem.

If possible, they father and son do not want things to go to that extent.

It would be best if Germain could win tonight.

If he fails, the saturation bombardment of human shells from the six continents can kill Meruem, which is also an acceptable result.

Zeno glanced at Netero again.

"But you, President Netero, didn't you say before that if you can't beat Meruem in a one-on-one duel, you will win at all costs?"

"Is it because you don't want Germain to be buried with you if you don't detonate the "Rose of the Poor" now?"

Netero stroked his beard and shook his head.

"At first, it was, but later it wasn't..."

"Zeno, because the situation was not optimistic at the time, I lied to Germain and Meruem. "

He raised his hand and knocked on his chest, feeling the movement inside.

Zeno and Silva's eyes widened slightly.

Netero looked serious.

"I was seriously injured at the time, so I accepted the healing of "Breath of the Archangel", and she removed the "Rose of the Poor" that was obviously not part of my chest. "

"Soon after I was completely healed, I noticed this, but I didn't say it, trying to use lies to gain an advantage for me and Germain. "

"However, the battle has evolved to this point, and there is no chance for me to intervene, and I don't need to hide this matter. "

Netero looked down from the dragon-like and bird-like monster at the Eye of the Abyss below.

"Now we have only one way to go, which is to win. Otherwise, if Meruem eats Germain, the consequences will be disastrous..."

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The underground test site was in chaos, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, and the space was constantly being compressed.

The battlefield between Germain and Meruem was limited, but their fight became more and more violent.

The two of them were rampaging underground, and the waves of their thoughts alone were enough to destroy everything around them.

Meruem felt that he had an advantage, an advantage that had opened the door to victory for him in the general direction of the game.

However, he needed to make Germain really fall into a dead end, with no way out.

Puff--

In the dark, Meruem bit Germain's shoulder fiercely, and then quickly bit off a piece of meat and swallowed it whole.

German didn't care, and after quickly stopping the bleeding, he joined the battle again.

Whenever he had the chance, Meruem would bite off a piece of Germain's flesh.

Germain's flesh and blood could nourish Meruem and replenish his consumed spirit.

As one side gained and the other lost, the balance no longer existed, and the scale completely fell towards Meruem...

It should have been like this.

However, in the extreme environment, under the collision of flesh, under the stimulation of blood and pain, Germain's spirit surprisingly held up until now and has not collapsed.

Incredible.

Meruem has taken the advantage, but he still can't overwhelm Germain and fail to achieve the winning blow.

Not only that, through the offensive of both sides, the true thoughts of Germain's mind were constantly transmitted to Meruem's heart.

It is said that when the swordsmen of Wano Country fight with swords, they can feel the opponent's inner will from the opponent's blade.

This is a similar situation.

The "King" wants to overwhelm Germain and wants to completely defeat him.

But Meluem constantly felt the tenacity and perseverance from Germain, as if he really wanted to continue fighting to the ends of the earth.

For the first time, Meruem had a strange idea.

He may not be the life form that is destined to stand at the top of the world after the continuous evolution of all chimera ants.

He may still know too little about this world.

If he was really born to be the "king" at the top of the food chain, why was he trapped by the man in front of him in a place like East Kota Republic?

Meruem should be invincible.

In fact, German could feel the severe pain from the wounds all over his body, but he could no longer interpret the pain.

The pain of the wound is usually a punishment for the weaker side of the fight.

However, this kind of punishment is not worth mentioning to Germain now.

What he wants is to keep fighting and win.

Elites are undoubtedly those who have experienced hundreds of battles and experienced countless death battles.

There is no doubt that a master is his own sect, has his own path, and does not need the guidance of others.

As for the champion, there is no doubt that he is the king who would give me the chance to win over anyone else.

Germain was immersed in it, no longer aware of external objects or the passage of time.

He quietly sneaked into Meluem's heart and felt the changes in Meluem's body and mind.

The synesthesia between the two sides caused the battle to undergo wonderful changes at this moment.

They started missing each other.

This is because they both felt the other's will and guessed the other's next attack, and then both failed.

And the frequency of such failures is constantly increasing.

Now they looked like two poor boxers who couldn't even hit each other's head with their fists.

However, once you consider that even a failed attack, the energy waves blasted out are enough to shatter the ground, like the explosion of cannonballs, it will make people shudder.

It was precisely because of synesthesia that Meruem couldn't resist noticing the changes in Germain's body.

Before this, despite being seriously injured, he managed to regain his strength and become even stronger.

Meruem accepted this.

However, at this moment, Germain became stronger again, as if he had destroyed the boulder he had been carrying on his shoulders.

He was climbing towards the top of the mountain.

A vortex of mental energy formed unconsciously, sweeping Germain and Meluem into it.

Both sides had fought until their flesh and blood were bloody, and they could not distinguish each other.

The pain caused by Meruem's impact on Germain was actually fed back due to synaesthesia, as if he was hitting himself.

The two sides' inseparable minds became tense and stretched like a rubber band.

It was stretched to its limit.

Finally, snap, it broke.

Meruem's eyes widened.

Germain's whole body was bathed in silver light, his offensive punches hit his flesh, and he continuously emitted brilliant silver light and made explosive sounds.

"Critical attack"——

Continuous "critical attacks"——

When low-probability things are linked together unreasonably and become the norm, the situation will completely collapse.

Boom boom boom——

The tight fishing net woven by countless offensives finally closed completely at this moment.

Fists and kicks, saw blades, shotguns, flamethrowers, threaded canes, and Chikage Tachi continuously hit hard and shattered all of Meruem's shell defenses!

What’s even more frightening is that what comes with the “critical attack” is the visible regeneration of Germain’s injuries!

Meruem, who completely turned into a bloody man, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then bit Germain's right hand with scarlet eyes.

However, Germain's headbutt was also a critical blow, hitting Meluem's face, and his eyes were squeezed to both sides.

And he clenched his right hand tightly, swinging his fist with breaking wind, and hit Meruem's temple, who was no longer able to parry!

Pfft——

It was a shattering sound.

Germain could still feel the ferocity in Meruem's heart.

Meruem will never give in!

So he continued to attack without restraint, crushing Meruem's limbs and shattering Meruem's torso!

For the final blow, Germain grabbed the meat saw knife in the air with his own hands and chopped it hard on Meruem's face, completely splitting Meruem's head in half!

Pfft——

Meruem, whose original appearance was completely unrecognizable, finally collapsed on the cracked and uneven ground.

Germain gasped rapidly, and he himself became a bloody man, with blood flowing out uncontrollably.

However, he also had many injuries on his body, which had been healed due to "serial critical attacks".

He stared down at the fallen Meruem, and finally could no longer feel any thoughts or breath from Meruem.

Germain's mood at this time was something that human beings' ancient ancestors had already felt.

They used sharpened spears and burning flames to knock down the beasts that had driven them into despair one after another, and finally stepped on them and made them one of their own recipes.

Go all out and kill everything. This is the greatest respect I have for you.