My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

The air in the alley seemed to be sucked out instantly; the man's speed was as fast as lightning.

Without any probing or unnecessary words, Zhang Ying's body reacted instinctively before his brain could process the information.

He instantly shifted his weight backward, the concrete beneath his feet making a screeching sound, and at the same time, his right hand shot out, colliding violently with the oncoming man.

boom!

The two palms slammed together in mid-air, and then their fingers interlocked tightly.

A terrifying reaction force erupted from the point of contact, and the ground beneath their feet instantly exploded into a ring of dust, as if they had been slammed down by an invisible giant hammer!

Zhang Ying could clearly feel the human body temperature emanating from the other person's palm.

The veins on their arms bulged, writhing like earthworms beneath their skin.

"Want to compete in strength? Then I'll play with you."

The man opposite suddenly let out a muffled laugh, the sound as if it were squeezed out from deep within his chest.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted his strength, and an extremely brute force came through his arm, actually tearing Zhang Ying's hand off his grasp.

Zhang Ying was startled. Before he could adjust his posture, the man's two large hands, accompanied by a whistling sound, lunged at his face and chest again.

A hint of shock flashed in Zhang Ying's eyes.

His physical attributes have been greatly enhanced by the simulator; both his muscle density and bone strength are almost beyond the range of normal humans.

But this man in front of me was able to contend with me purely in terms of strength, and even had a slight advantage in that brief burst of power.

"That's interesting!"

After the initial shock, Zhang Ying felt a long-lost excitement. Since acquiring the system, he had rarely encountered an opponent who could make him go all out.

"Come!"

Zhang Ying let out a low shout, and instead of retreating, he advanced, extending both hands simultaneously to collide fiercely with the man's palms in mid-air.

Boom! ! !

Four hands were clenched tightly together, the knuckles making a teeth-grinding cracking sound from excessive force.

As their strength surged dramatically, their bodies seemed to inflate, their muscles expanding at a visible rate.

The taut clothes made a tearing sound as they were stretched to their limit. With a few sharp "rips," the cuffs and back were torn, revealing the granite-like muscle lines beneath.

boom!

The two men's feet, frozen in place, moved like pile drivers, each exertion creating cracks in the floor beneath their feet.

The cracks spread rapidly in all directions like a spider web, shards of stone flew everywhere, and the ground of the entire alley trembled slightly.

This is a pure contest of strength, without any fancy techniques, only the most savage collisions.

The skin on Zhang Ying's right forearm cracked and peeled, revealing the original wood grain underneath.

His expression remained unchanged, his body taut like a bow, and he poured all his strength into his arms, pushing forward with all his might.

The burst of power withstood the man's attack, and the two were evenly matched, neither able to budge the other an inch.

The man looked at the power Zhang Ying unleashed, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before he laughed and said, "Not bad, you've got some strength. Looks like I misjudged you. But... sorry, my mission isn't to wrestle with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man instantly loosened his grip.

The sudden pull caused Zhang Ying's body to stagger forward uncontrollably due to inertia.

Before Zhang Ying could regain his footing, the man had already taken the opportunity to squat down and deliver a vicious sweeping kick like a whip, accurately targeting Zhang Ying's lower body.

This series of movements was so fast that Zhang Ying completely lost the opportunity to adjust his center of gravity.

Bang!

Zhang Ying crashed heavily onto the cracked ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Having landed a successful blow, the man retreated rapidly, trying to quickly create distance. But after taking only half a step back, his movements suddenly froze.

He tried to pull his hand away from Zhang Ying's, but was shocked to find that even though Zhang Ying had fallen to the ground, his right hand was still gripping his palm tightly like an iron clamp, without moving an inch.

Zhang Ying, lying on the ground, curled up a cold smile.

The clash he had just experienced made him realize that although he wasn't significantly stronger than the man, his opponent's fighting skills and experience far surpassed his own. This vast technical gap couldn't be bridged by brute force alone.

If technical skills aren't enough, then make up for it with "skills"!

Zhang Ying's eyes instantly turned cold, and he gripped the man's hand tightly with his right hand.

The Dancer's Touch!

He was going to forcibly break the man's limbs.

Just as the skill was about to be activated, a chilling power flowed down Zhang Ying's arm and towards the man!

"Quickly break free from that boy's grasp! There's something strange about his right hand!"

A sharp female voice suddenly came from above.

Zhang Ying looked up abruptly and saw that the woman who had been sitting on the rooftop next to the alley had stood up, her voice filled with fear and anxiety.

Zhang Ying was shocked.

How did this woman know all about his skills?

The man reacted even more violently upon hearing the woman's shout. He seemed to sense some deadly danger and suddenly unleashed a power greater than before.

"Open it... for me!"

With a roar, the man managed to break free from Zhang Ying's grip in a very short time, disregarding the risk of damaging his hand bones.

Stab it!

Several bloody scratches appeared on the back of the man's hand from Zhang Ying's fingers.

With the sound of flesh tearing, the man tumbled backward, only stopping when he was five or six meters away. Looking at his bloodied hands, his eyes were filled with lingering fear.

The atmosphere in the alley instantly became heavy and eerie.

The man looked at Zhang Ying warily, his breathing rapid, and asked in a deep voice, "What did you just do? What kind of power was that?"

The woman on the rooftop didn't give Zhang Ying a chance to answer. She leaned halfway out and loudly warned the man, "That boy's right hand has an extremely strong 'fierce and eerie' aura! Whatever you do, don't touch his right hand again!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ying's expression immediately darkened.

He slowly stood up, dusted himself off, and coldly swept his gaze over the woman on the rooftop before looking at the wary man in front of him.

Although the person in front of him was human, he was not easy to deal with. Both his strength and reaction speed were much greater than the pressure he had faced from the "Deceased Ghost" before.

With the addition of that woman who could see through his moves and aura at a glance, the situation became tricky.

"Looks like I'll have to use my real skills," Zhang Ying muttered to himself, his killing intent no longer concealed.

The wind in the alley seemed to have stopped, and the atmosphere gradually became extremely tense.

The man took a deep breath, his eyes turning fierce. He slowly pulled a weapon from his clothes behind his back.

It was a rusty axe, its blade covered in dark red stains, like dried blood. In Zhang Ying's vision, the axe was continuously emanating a dense, sinister aura.

"I didn't expect you to have transplanted such a powerful limb at such a young age. I don't know how you did it, but since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless." The man gripped the axe handle tightly in his right hand, assuming an attack stance.

Zhang Ying snorted coldly and slowly raised his right hand.

The skin on that arm had completely cracked open, revealing the eerie and exquisite wood grain beneath, with countless blood-red lines wandering among the wood grain as if they were alive.

He was ready to unleash his demonic domain at any moment, tearing the man before him and the space itself into pieces.

Just as the two were about to make their move and the killing intent was about to erupt.

Tick.

A clear dripping sound suddenly came from beside Zhang Ying's ears.

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to strike directly into the depths of the soul, carrying a strange penetrating power.

Immediately afterwards, everything around seemed to be paused.

The dust floating in the air stopped, and the ferocious expression on the man's face froze.

The whole world fell into a deathly silence at that moment.

An elderly man with a hunchback, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, appeared between the two without warning.

Zhang Ying was horrified to find that his body was frozen in place, unable to move even a finger, and his thoughts had become incredibly sluggish. He could only watch helplessly as the old man walked towards him.

The elderly man has sparse, gray hair and, judging from his physical characteristics, is male.

He wore a white mask, just like the other two, with only a black clock pattern on it.

On the mask, the minute hand points straight to 12.

The hour hand, however, is firmly pointing to 7.

七点。