When Chen Zhao walked out of the gym, it was already noon.
Just like Gaia's fees, her fighting classes were also of a high standard.
At least in this class, Chen Zhao didn't just learn how to get beaten up.
Gaia taught Chen Zhao how to use body parts to block attacks from the outside world.
Being able to take hits didn't mean that one's fitness was better. One had to train it.
It was like a bodybuilder and a boxer. The boxer might not be as strong as the bodybuilder, but the boxer could easily knock the bodybuilder out.
In fighting, one's body was 70% and technique was 30%.
In a conflict, if the opponent couldn't hurt you, you had a lot of choices.
After finding a random restaurant and eating lunch, Chen Zhao went to Rutherford's house.
Rutherford's injuries were recovering well. He'd been very cooperative with Chen Zhao's treatment.
Rutherford was an athlete. Unlike ordinary people, doctors usually checked him every few days.
Athletes had to be checked every day to record the complete recovery process and body data.
According to Rutherford's condition, he could do some sports recovery treatment in about five days.
He also called Bord to tell him to be prepared.
On the way back, Chen Zhao called Gerlyn.
Gerlyn was in San Francisco now. He didn't know when she'd come back. It seemed that her case was a bit complicated.
After hanging up, Chen Zhao went back to town.
Because it was only noon, Chen Zhao and Blackie went to the Gates of Hell that Blackie mentioned.
"Blackie, how much farther?" Although the temperature in Los Angeles had dropped recently, Chen Zhao still felt stuffy walking in the forest. It was quite exhausting.
"At our current speed, at least half an hour," Blackie answered. "We have to cross that mountain."
Blackie floated around Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao was very envious of his movement method.
It was a pity that humans could never fly without relying on machines.
After another half an hour, Chen Zhao saw a bottomless pit in the middle of the stream. It was more than 30 meters in diameter and was dark and deep.
"This is the Gates of Hell," Blackie said, floating above the pit.
"This is the Gates of Hell?" Chen Zhao asked suspiciously. "It looks like a normal pit, right?"
There were some plants growing at the edge of the pit, and further down, there was moss.
Chen Zhao didn't see anything special about the pit.
"If I jump down, can I reach Hell?" Chen Zhao asked.
"If a normal person jumps down, they will only fall to their death, but you can give it a try."
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. The pit was so deep that he couldn't see the bottom. It was at least dozens of meters deep. If he fell in, even an iron man would fall apart.
He had no intention of jumping in just to test whether he was special or not.
Besides, even if he could really go to hell from here, it would be meaningless.
Even if he didn't pass through the Gates of Hell, he could still go to Hell. There was no need for him to take this risk.
"It seems like someone is making a sacrifice here." Blackie looked at the pit and said in confusion, "When I first found this place, only a small part of it was opened. Now, half of it is open."
"You can tell? Why can't I see anything? "
"Not by looking, but by feeling. The aura of Hell is seeping out from the pit. It means that it's showing signs of opening."
Chen Zhao didn't really care. Blackie had said last time that even if someone summoned a demon, it would only be a low-level one. Even subordinates of the seven sins like Beelzebub or Raymond couldn't be summoned.
Therefore, the damage they could do was limited.
Chen Zhao circled around twice and then left the Gates of Hell.
There was really nothing fun here. Chen Zhao even regretted climbing the mountain for so long just to see the Gates of Hell.
When he got home, Chen Zhao took a shower to wash away the dirt and fatigue on his body.
Then he went to the basement to study demonic magic.
Blackie was also very interested in demonic magic, so the two of them studied it together.
Just then, Chen Zhao suddenly had a familiar feeling.
"Chen Zhao, what's wrong?" Blackie looked at Chen Zhao in confusion. He saw Chen Zhao's body gradually disappear.
"Is it some kind of magic effect?"
"No … I think someone in Hell is summoning me again."
Beelzebub was summoning him to Hell again?
Why didn't he tell Chen Zhao before summoning him?
However, when Chen Zhao was summoned to Hell, it wasn't a place he was familiar with.
It was a black castle that was connected to the mountain. Circles of black clouds surrounded the sky. Above the castle was a large flock of black crows that let out horrifying cries.
Chen Zhao looked down at his feet. It was a complicated magic array.
Didn't Beelzebub summon me?
Chen Zhao looked up and saw Beelzebub's real body standing there.
However, there was an even bigger demon beside Beelzebub.
Beelzebub's real body was already five meters tall, but the demon beside him looked like a mountain of flesh.
The demon's lower body was like a fat worm. Limbs extended from both sides of its abdomen. There were eight legs in total.
Its upper body was upright. Its dark skin was covered in asymmetrical scales. Obscure and complicated red patterns were drawn on its belly.
It had three pairs of thick arms and almost no neck. Above its shoulders was a triangular head.
Its mouth was very big and had no fangs. Its mouth was filled with red light.
On its head was a pair of deformed horns that were even bigger than its head. The horns were covered with metal rings as ornaments.
Its deep and dark eyes had no pupils at all. They were like black holes that people didn't dare to look at directly.
This demon's body exuded an aura that made people feel fear.
Chen Zhao didn't know what aura was, but he could clearly feel the terror from Hell.
"Human, living." The demon spoke in a deep and heavy voice.
"Beelzebub, who is he?"
Beelzebub took two steps forward and stood between the unfamiliar demon and Chen Zhao. "Human, this is the great lord Beelzebub Zofee."
"Is he the same as you?"
"Yes, we're from the same family," Beelzebub said.
"Living, I don't mean to offend you. I summoned you here to ask for your help," Beelzebub Zofee said.
"Help? Lord Zofee, what can I help you with? "Chen Zhao wasn't familiar with Beelzebub Zofee, so he didn't dare to treat him as casually as Beelzebub.
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