Seeing Bruce Roberts remain silent

Fernando couldn't hold back his frustration. As Bruce Roberts walked away, Fernando's expression immediately darkened.

"Damn it, it's just a crappy weapon, isn't it? What's with the attitude? Give me a weapon, and I can still kill these monsters!"

Before he could finish his words, several screams came from the street below, frightening him into quickly running into his room and closing the door.

Bruce Roberts ignored him and continued searching for monsters on this floor.

Most of the rooms with open doors had their windows open as well.

Occasionally, one or two lizardmen would climb up.

Bruce Roberts didn't hesitate, rushing up to engage them in hand-to-hand combat.

With his extraordinary physical fitness and the sharp Andúril sword in his hand, he easily dispatched them.

One by one!

[Weapon Grade: Black Iron (Energy Value 2/10)]

[Weapon Grade: Black Iron (Energy Value 3/10)]

The Andúril sword was also rapidly absorbing the energy of these monsters.

After a series of battles, Bruce Roberts found that these lizardmen weren't as weak as he had initially thought.

Although they only acted on animal instinct and lacked intelligence, their movements weren't very fast.

But the defense provided by their scales was formidable!

Even with the Andúril sword in his hand, he could barely break through it, let alone kill them with a single blow.Their weaknesses were in their abdomen and neck.

Only by attacking these two areas could unexpected effects be achieved.

Before, when Bruce Roberts was able to kill one with two strikes, it was just because he happened to hit its weak points.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Bruce Roberts closed the window immediately after killing another lizardman!

This could prevent the strong smell of blood from attracting other monsters.

Because fighting with all his might consumed a lot of stamina!

So, after Bruce Roberts killed the eighth lizardman, his stamina consumption became somewhat severe.

"After killing two more, I'll have to take a break!"

Bruce Roberts wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a few deep breaths.

September in the south was still very hot.

After the recent battle, Bruce Roberts' T-shirt was soaked with sweat.

But with just two more lizardmen, the Andúril sword could be upgraded.

So, Bruce Roberts decided to persevere a little longer.

Just as Bruce Roberts was about to get up to continue fighting, there came a flurry of hurried footsteps in the corridor.

Pitter-patter!

Not only were the footsteps hurried, but they were also unusually dense.

It sounded like a lot of people.

"Hurry, everyone, run upstairs!"

"Have they really turned into monsters?"

"Damn it..."

"Damn, monsters are coming upstairs!"

"Quick, run!"

"Damn it, let go of me! Let go of me quickly."

"Ahh, my hand!"

"Yubin, save me... quickly save me..."

"Damn it, damn it!"

"I'll kill you!"

Cries of alarm, screams of pain, pleas for help, shouts of killing, all echoed one after another.

Bruce Roberts looked intently, and because of the cosmic storm, all electrical devices were suddenly paralyzed.After the monsters invaded through the hotel's main entrance, a large number of survivors could only start running upstairs from the staircase.

Because the 8th floor was the top floor of this hotel.

The survivors came too quickly and their numbers were too many.

So, Bruce Roberts couldn't immediately go back to have Cynthia Sanchez open the door.

He could only sheathe his long sword and go with the flow, running into an empty room with the crowd.

Crash!

The crowd rushed in quickly, and in no time, thirteen or fourteen people had entered.

The originally spacious guest room suddenly became crowded.

Bang!

The door was forcefully shut, and the crowd quickly locked it.

"Huff, huff..." The man who closed the door was panting heavily, looking completely exhausted as he leaned against the door, breathing heavily.

The others also looked like they had just escaped from a disaster.

Bruce Roberts glanced at them. There were men and women of all ages, but mostly men.

After all, compared to women, men naturally had the advantage of physical strength.

"Huh, holy crap, holy crap!"

A skinny man suddenly exclaimed, pointing his finger at the corner of the wall, unable to articulate his words.

"What's wrong?"

"What's the situation?"

Other people were also nervous because of his cry, looking in the direction he pointed.

"Huh?!! Is that..."

"A body? A monster's body?"

"Someone killed them??"

"Holy crap, that's amazing!"

"Who did this?"

Two bloody lizardman corpses lay quietly under the curtain in the corner.

Seeing this scene, the crowd was startled!

After discovering that these monsters were already dead, their tense emotions relaxed slightly.

However, they soon noticed some problems.How long have these monsters been around?

Not to mention, it takes immense courage just to fight against these monsters.

And someone can actually kill them at this moment?

Isn't that incredible?

Most people seem to have thought of this and began rapidly searching for potential "experts" in the room.

As their gazes scanned over others one by one, a tall and thin young man suddenly exclaimed.

"Hey, boss?"

"Hmm?" Bruce Roberts, surprised to be greeted by the young man, responded, "Finnegan?"

"Boss, what are you doing here?" Whether it's urban fiction or post-apocalyptic fiction, there always seems to be some rich second-generation antagonists.

And around these antagonistic rich second-generation figures, there are always a few lackeys aiding them.

Finnegan is one of Bruce Roberts' lackeys.

Back in college, he was attracted to Bruce Roberts' family background.

In order to secure a good job after graduation, he became one of Bruce Roberts' lackeys, doing everything for him.

Seeing Bruce Roberts in this room was very surprising for Finnegan.

Because it's currently during class hours, Bruce Roberts shouldn't be here.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing!" Bruce Roberts responded with a question, "You didn't stay at school today?"

"No! I was planning to take the day off to accompany my girlfriend, but I didn't expect so many monsters to suddenly appear outside....": Andúril Sword

However, he couldn't believe that the sword was so sharp?

After injuring the lizardman, it was sliced in half with just one swing of the sword??

Moreover... some of the rust on it seemed to have fallen off?

"Could it be that the rust on it can be removed??"

With this thought, Bruce Roberts didn't hesitate. He quickly tapped the Andúril sword against the wall.

Clang!

After a crisp metal sound, rust fell to the ground.

The pristine dark blue-black blade, engraved with 'Andúril', immediately emerged!

Then!

A simple golden pattern flashed by!

"What a sword!"

Bruce Roberts couldn't help but admire.

Only a sword like this, newly rejuvenated, deserved the title of 'divine weapon'.

It wasn't in vain that he had gone to such lengths to find Clarence before.

"Little brother, that was awesome!"

The middle-aged man from before returned upon hearing the sounds of the fight.

Seeing the severed head of the monster on the ground, he couldn't help but praise, "You actually killed this monster with just two swords? Tsk tsk, brother, have you practiced before?"

Bruce Roberts glanced at him but didn't answer his question!

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's smile became somewhat awkward, but to ease the tension, he quickly continued, "Brother, I'm Fernando. What's your name?"

Bruce Roberts still ignored him and went straight out to investigate the situation in other rooms.

He had no interest in these strangers.

Even less interest in teaming up with these strangers to survive.

What he cared most about now was improving his own strength.

With the height of the 8th floor, there wouldn't be many monsters coming up.

So, this was a great opportunity for training!