Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

There was no hope of escaping now, and Zhao Hao didn't even know the reason why the window couldn't be broken.

If the glass is bulletproof, then surely the wooden window frame isn't bulletproof either!

The best course of action now is either to stay in this mansion and play hide-and-seek with Heidegger, who knows the area well, or that beast is probably just playing a cat-and-mouse game. He knows the terrain well, so it's unlikely we can hide for long.

Besides, hiding forever isn't a solution; when will it ever end?

The only option is to retaliate!

Regardless of what's strange about this house, let's deal with the immediate crisis facing Heidegger first!

First, ensure safety, then figure out how to get out!

……

The Heidegger that Zhao Hao had been longing for was now slowly walking down the corridor, holding a single-edged military dagger.

As he walked, he looked around. Perhaps it was because he was familiar with the old house, or perhaps it was because of the new abilities the ritual had given him, but he could always find the movements of his "prey" from the slightest clues.

"Oh my! Zhao, you've given me so many surprises! It was worth all the effort I put into tricking you into coming here. You're much more interesting than the Emma sisters!"

Mentioning the Emma sisters excited Heidegger, and he stuck out his blackened tongue to lick the bloodstains still on the long dagger. Those were the bloodstains of Flora and Emma.

Although the twin sisters escaped first, Heidegger went after them because the traces they left were more obvious and Zhao Hao was already injured.

The forty-odd minutes included the time spent chasing, toying with, and torturing the two sisters.

Recalling the power that the two sisters had given him when they died amidst their agonizing screams, Heidegger trembled with excitement and his face flushed.

"Zhao, you are an even better prey than those two sisters. You will definitely bring me more power!"

He looked around at everything familiar with malice, "You'd better hide well, don't die too easily, that would be too unsatisfying!"

Heidegger began a slow, meticulous search for Zhao Hao, looking through room by room, enjoying the thrill of the hunt and imagining the prey collapsing in fear.

Although the old house occupies a considerable area, with three floors and dozens of rooms, at Heidegger's pace, it could be searched entirely in less than an hour.

No matter how well Zhao Hao hides, he will eventually be found and killed.

But to Heidegger's utter surprise, Zhao Hao actually took the initiative!

Just as he pushed open the door to a bedroom, Zhao Hao, who was hiding by the door, suddenly swung the hardwood dressing table he had prepared for a long time and smashed it into the back of Heidegger's head!

That hardwood dressing table weighed at least forty pounds. I don't know what kind of wood it was made of, but it was very sturdy.

If this hits hard, a concussion is the least of your worries; it could even kill you!

Given Heidegger's reaction, even if he couldn't dodge it, he could at least use his arm to block it and make a defensive gesture to protect his head.

But he was too excited, or rather, the ritual itself had made him so agitated that it affected his reactions and mental state. So, at the crucial moment, he was a step too slow, was hit directly, stumbled forward a few steps, and collapsed to the ground with a thud!

Zhao Hao was overjoyed!

The sneak attack succeeded! A counterattack was launched!

The +1 strength effect was significant, and with the adrenaline rush in the critical moment, he almost swung the small dressing table, which weighed over 40 pounds, around in a circle!

That was practically a table flying into his face!

Then, without pausing for even a second, Heidegger, who had fallen to the ground, first reached up and touched the back of his head, and then casually pushed himself up with his hands.

"Damn it! Zhao, you really know how to make me laugh!"

Heidegger could barely contain his laughter. Although the sneak attack was unintentional, he was still unharmed by such a heavy blow, proving that his body was indeed the strongest!

Moreover, killing this man will make me even stronger!

Next time, the next ritual must kill eight, and we must choose these talented and good prey!

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Chapter 3 I will be back!

Heidegger was proud of his strong stubbornness, but Zhao Hao was not about to sit idly by and wait for his doom!

Now that the die was cast, he had no choice but to act. He didn't even have time to think before he started moving!

"Go to hell!" Zhao Hao picked up the dressing table with both hands and threw it over. Before the dressing table even hit the ground, he had already pounced on it, his speed no slower than the flying dressing table!

Heidegger, being a rugby player, reacted instinctively by punching the flying dressing table. With a dull thud, the hardwood tabletop cracked!

However, Zhao Hao's throwing of the dressing table was not without effect. First, it blocked Heidegger's view. Second, although Heidegger cracked the dressing table with his punch, Sir Newton's mechanics did not tolerate children, and the force still had an effect.

This made Zhao Hao's surprise attack a success. He used all his strength and instinctively employed his most skillful move, even though it was the first time he had used it.

Black Tiger Steals Heart!

Black Tiger Afu, nicknamed Black Tiger, naturally possesses the Black Tiger Heart-Piercing move as his signature skill. According to the information in his mind, Black Tiger Afu's Black Tiger Heart-Piercing move can break a 15-centimeter-thick brick in one strike!

With this punch, I'm going to break your sternum!

"Bang!" Like a giant iron sledgehammer hitting a truck tire, it was heavy, but the damage wasn't significant...

Zhao Hao was stunned. This was different from what he had imagined. It was actually harder than a 15-centimeter-thick brick? Even with the cushioning effect of muscle and fat, an ordinary person would still suffer fractures and vomit blood from such a punch!

Now that the fighting has begun, there's absolutely no reason for it to stop!

If one hit isn't enough, I'll hit you ten times; if ten isn't enough, I'll hit you a hundred times!

I'll try a different tactic: a black dog scratching my heart!

Zhao Hao raised his left hand to block Heidegger's heavy punch, and changed his right fist into a claw, scratching Heidegger's chest fiercely!

With a tearing sound, Heidegger's blood-splattered T-shirt was ripped to shreds, revealing several bloody scratches on his chest.

Fortunately, it's not invulnerable to swords and bullets.

However, this angered Heidegger, who then threw another punch at Zhao Hao's face.

Fortunately, he dropped the dagger when he fell, otherwise Zhao Hao would definitely be in big trouble right now.

Even with his bare hands, Zhao Hao felt excruciating pain when he blocked with his forearm, as if a huge iron hammer had slammed into his arm. He felt that if he were hit a few more times, his bones would break!

Fortunately, although Heidegger had been in many fights before, they were mostly street brawls. He usually relied on his physique and his wild punches to defeat most enemies. However, Zhao Hao was now a master of the "Myriad Manifestations Fist," and although he seemed to be much weaker physically, he was not incapable of dealing with him.

Skill is enough to bridge the gap in physical strength, and you can even gain some advantages!

Sweep the floor with a sickle! Sweep your leg!

Frog kick! Straight kick~

Puppy peeing! Side kick~

Cobra strikes!

The bear claps its hands!

Flying Hammer!

Duck dance!

Two dragons playing with a pearl!

……

He got a good beating. Although Zhao Hao's arms were also bruised and swollen from blocking so much damage.

But Heidegger looked much worse. His clothes were torn to shreds, and his body was covered in bruises. One of his eyes was swollen and red from Zhao Hao's fingers, and he couldn't open it. One of his mouths was swollen from being slapped, and one of his feet was so badly stomped that he couldn't put his foot down. In short, he looked much worse than Zhao Hao.

But that's not actually the case. This beast is truly a beast. If it were an ordinary person, such injuries would have knocked them unconscious ten times over, but his screams were still so loud. For him, it was probably just a minor flesh wound.

At this rate, Zhao Hao will collapse from exhaustion before he can even defeat him.

Moreover, my arms had taken too many hits while defending, and they were really starting to tremble slightly...

For Heidegger, although they were all minor cuts and bruises, he didn't even feel anything unusual, but the pain was real.

Moreover, this beating, which was bizarre, shameful, and utterly despicable, produced an extremely strange sensation in his eyes.

It was that talent of being "the coolest kid when boxing" that came into play!

Although it is not very lethal, it is extremely insulting.

At this point, Heidegger's mind was already out of control due to the ritual. He was originally extremely excited, but after being "humiliated" by Zhao Hao, he became extremely angry!

"You bastard! I'll tear you to pieces!" he gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words.

He clenched his fists in front of him, looking like a Super Saiyan transforming or straining to defecate. His muscles bulged and swelled like water balloons, his thick white skin began to turn black, and the lines on his face hardened, squeezing his features together, making him look like some kind of monster!

Zhao Hao inwardly groaned: I was already no match for him, but I didn't expect him to transform a second time! I was careless; I should have gotten a kitchen knife!

However, reality is not an animation; how can one remain indifferent while watching an enemy transform?

As Zhao Hao inwardly groaned, he instinctively launched his final counterattack—the Mule's Groin Kick!

With a kick, Zhao Hao seemed to hear the sound of something shattering. Without even glancing back, he turned and ran. He left behind only the words, "I'll be back!"

His decision was right. With that kick, Heidegger's legs clamped together, his body involuntarily curled up, his face first turned red, then purple, and finally completely black. His expression was indescribable!

However, his body was too strong. Although the kick delayed the transformation, it ultimately failed to stop it. After seven or eight seconds, he transformed into a muscular monster with a long torso and short legs, resembling a black, muscular gorilla. His expression was ferocious and stiff, and his entire face became extremely ugly and terrifying!

He could hardly be considered human anymore, so the vital organs of a human male were no longer fatal to him.

It's impossible to defeat him with this "chicken and egg" strategy.

However, the remaining male dignity in his mind was still there, and this kick was simply trampling on that unparalleled masculine pride!

Heidegger went completely mad, howling and smashing everything around him, unable to even utter a complete curse.

He rushed out of the house, smashing down every door and destroying everything inside before moving on to the next room. He had completely lost his mind, consumed only by the desire to kill and destroy…

Zhao Hao never expected that even with his extraordinary skills, he was still no match for Heidegger.

The opponent actually has a transformation ability!

That's so damn cheap!

This cheat code isn't working!

What should we do now?

Hearing the sounds of smashing and roaring in the distance, Zhao Hao was covered in sweat. He was torn between the strenuous exercise and the sharp pain in his arm, and his anxiety.

Now we can only run as far away as possible to buy some time. Let's see if there are any weapons in this house!

At worst, he could get a kitchen knife, although a kitchen knife would probably be unlikely to cause Heidegger any serious injury...

Just when Zhao Hao was at his wit's end, he suddenly saw a different kind of light in a room.