Inside the enclosed rectangular dueling arena, a tyrannical one-on-one heads-up is underway.

The two sides of the battle are a terrifying ripper in a gray coat and a black hat, wearing a mask, and a young man in a white T-shirt and torn jeans, who looks out of tune.

Facing the two silver rays of light that slashed to the neck from both sides, Zhang Luo slashed directly at the opponent's forehead with a straight face. The Ripper, dressed in a gray trench coat, took a step back, the tip of the scalpel slashing against his throat.

"Hah, is that all you have to do?" Zhang Luo smiled slightly, raised his hand and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead.

Fighting the most famous serial killer of all time might be terrifying for ordinary people. But at this time, Zhang Luo seemed to have been knocked on military stimulants or obtained a bloodthirsty effect, his strength was a grade higher than usual, and there seemed to be flames of excitement in his eyes.

Even if he is just a reformed person who has copied some of his combat skills and appearance, being able to fight the legendary Jack the Ripper makes his blood boil!

――For a curiosity lover like Zhang Luo, a character like Jack the Ripper is even more dazzling than a superhero.

And now, what he has to do is to defeat the "terrifying light" in front of him!

With a fancy, he swung it over, knocking the Ripper back again. Zhang Luo raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at the two scalpels in the other party's hands, and took a deep breath.

After the confrontation just now, he had roughly figured out the opponent's tactics.

is worthy of a vicious serial killer, and every time the Ripper attacks the target, it is his own vital point. It is mainly concentrated in the three parts of the eyebrows, throat and heart.

Although the threat is great, it is undoubtedly much less difficult to block and dodge such a traceable attack. After a period of fighting, Zhang Luo has almost adapted to the rhythm of the Ripper, so next-

Holding a scalpel with the magnetic glove in his left hand, Zhang Luo suddenly exerted his strength, "teleporting" behind the gray-clothed man at a terrifying speed, and the "Water Monster Fang" in his hand that kept panning shook slightly, bringing out an extremely sharp cold light.

"Click!"

The highly restored head of the ripper slowly slipped from his neck, but his body was still standing straight in place, and then suddenly he swung the scalpel again and cut it horizontally!

"What kind of ...... is this?"

Flying kicks the cyborg in the chest, knocking the headless body to the ground. Zhang Luo turned around and waved his hand to Frankenstein, who was standing behind the glass watching the battle. A message immediately appeared in front of me:

"It hasn't started for a long time, the program went wrong, and I've turned it off."

"It's a good thing I'm very clever, otherwise I might have died in the hands of this merchant." Zhang Luo's reply followed the usual "shameless" style.

Cutting off the call, he looked back at the gray-clothed corpse lying on the ground, and he suddenly felt a great sense of accomplishment.

- Even if Frankenstein says that this robot is her weakest creation, "Jack the Ripper" is far stronger than a human.

After the battle in Antarctica, his combat experience began to be enriched. Because of this, I was able to win the battle just now!

The experience and skills accumulated through actual combat are intangible, and even Frankenstein's "executioner's eye" cannot be measured. But Zhang Luo could feel that compared to the guy on the train who could only turn the tide of the battle by transforming into a werewolf, he was more than a little stronger now.

With his current self and the crazy technology of that "beautiful girl scientist", it may not be difficult to win the ranking in the Halloween killing competition, right?

Pushing open the glass door and returning to the outside of the dueling arena, before Zhang Luo could speak, he saw Frankenstein come forward, stand on tiptoe and bring his little face in front of him:

"What kind of mask do you want?" She asked.

"Huh?"

"Masks are needed in the arena." Frankenstein poked his left index finger into his cheek.

"What are they like? I'm in good taste. Zhang Luo immediately understood what she meant.

――If you want to participate in a competition, it is necessary to use a mask to disguise your identity. After all, the participants in the Halloween killing contest, and the "family and friends" behind them, are not good birds. With his human identity, if he shows his face directly in the open, he is likely to find out his true identity, and then encounter all kinds of retaliation.

"Come with me, I'll show you." Frankenstein whispered.

Back in the empty arsenal, the two stood in front of a metal shelf in the corner of the room.

Zhang Luo looked at it and saw that the shelves were full of all kinds of masks, all kinds of materials and styles, including Batman and Iron Man masks, but I don't know if they are genuine......

After watching for a moment, Zhang Luo fixed his eyes on the crimson mask in the lower right corner of the shelf, stretched out his hand to pick up the thing, and weighed it in his hand.

Although the mask looked like metal, it felt very light to the touch, and its skull shell was a bright red color, as if it was burning with flames, and there were several blood marks oozing from the corners of its mouth.

"I like this, how about you lend me it?" Zhang Luo shook the mask in his hand in front of Frankenstein's eyes. This thing that looks a lot like a villain costume is very much to his appetite.

Staring at the mask for a moment, Frankenstein slowly spoke, "This is not a mask, it is a modified human facial skeleton. ”

Hearing this explanation, Zhang Luo suddenly felt a mouthful of old blood welling up in his heart, looked at the "mask" in his hand and said in a low voice: "Isn't it okay to be able to block your face?" I don't care about these little things. ”

"Whatever you want." Frankenstein doesn't seem to be about to dwell on such issues.

Putting the scarlet skull mask on his face, which seemed to him to be extremely handsome, Zhang Luo raised his right hand and made a saluting gesture, and said with a smug smile: "How is it, does it look like a 'red skull'?" ”

The girl in white raised her little face and looked at him for a moment, and before she could answer, she saw Li Wenchong, the local contact person of the Strange Talk Research Society, walking in.

Under the gaze of Zhang Luo and Frankenstein, this "genius Taoist", who looked even more vicissitudes than before, strode up to the two, sighed and said, "I didn't find any trace of that person...... Wait, who's this? ”

"I'm Zhang Luo, we met last time."

"Oh...... I don't really recognize you if you're not wearing a hospital gown. Li Wenchong smiled a little awkwardly.

"What's going on?" Zhang Luo didn't care at all about the other party's "meaningful" speech.

After he asked a question, he saw that Li Wenchong's face suddenly became much more solemn, showing a state similar to seeing the stocks he bought being trapped, and explained in a low voice:

"I suspect that someone is trying to open the ...... beneath the city The Gate of Yellow Springs. ”