"It was you! I'm going to kill you."
Xia Yuanhou let out a low growl, which escaped from his throat like a wild beast's roar. His eyes were fixed on Si Yehan, and the moment the sound ended, he took a heavy step forward.
Perhaps due to his anger and the surge of adrenaline, he was even stronger than at his peak. His punch was powerful and fierce, whistling as it hurtled towards Si Yehan's face.
Xia Yuanhou's face was contorted with rage and hatred, almost as if he were about to explode with fury. His muscles bulged, but he had not completely lost his reason.
His previous contact made it clear to him that although the person in front of him was not as muscular as himself, he was stronger. So he punched with both hands at the same time and kicked out with his right foot towards Si Yehan's abdomen!
This set of moves requires an extremely high level of control over strength! Xia Yuanhou's facial muscles clenched together, forming a ferocious and ruthless smile, his cold and stern face filled with murderous intent!
Si Yehan remained calm and composed. Facing Xia Yuanhou's overwhelming offensive, he slightly turned his body and then raised his leg to kick the other man in the abdomen!
Before the fists even reached him, Xia Yuanhou was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground. He clutched his stomach, letting out a low groan of pain, his face contorted with even more ferocious rage. He was not intimidated by Si Yehan's powerful strength; now it was a matter of life or death.
There is absolutely no third way; it's a dead end!
Xia Yuanhou, panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot, roared like a mad bull, trying to make a scene. "Even if I die today, I'll tear a piece of your flesh off. That way, Ge Congze and the others will know something's wrong with you and avenge me! You'll definitely die in this instance; being so utterly depraved, your death will be far more gruesome than Ning Qian's!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Yuanhou rolled over and got up. He used all four limbs and even opened his mouth to bite Si Yehan. It was a suicidal charge. He didn't care about his own life or death. He knew he couldn't kill his opponent. He only wanted to leave obvious marks on Si Yehan.
Hearing Xia Yuanhou's fierce words, Si Yehan remained indifferent, even finding it amusing. It was truly like an ant trying to shake a tree, laughable and overestimating its own abilities.
Although Xia Yuanhou was taller than Zhang Kui, who had died at his hands, his combat strength was actually inferior to Zhang Kui's. That guy was at least the strongest in terms of overall combat strength in the dungeon!
It's unclear whether other dungeons after this one will feature prey with comparable strength. However, the ghosts will become increasingly troublesome, and with their predictable killing patterns, it will be difficult to find time to hunt them.
Faced with Xia Yuanhou's repeated charges, he would either raise his hand and slap him to the ground, or kick him in the face, leaving a very obvious shoe print.
Xia Yuanhou bruised and battered, blood gushing from his nose. He had even lost an eye, which was now covered in blood, staining his clothes red. He had also lost several teeth, making his speech slurred and difficult to understand. This made his angry scene rather comical.
With plenty of time to spare, Si Yehan found this cat-and-mouse game quite amusing, and even sang a smile, finding it harmless to laugh at the comical antics of this fool.
In Xia Yuanhou's eyes, this was an extremely mocking scene!
He stopped roaring and struggled to his feet, lunging at Si Yehan like a frog! It was a scene both tragic and comical. His death was inevitable from the moment he entered the instance, and there was no turning back. Even if fate were to repeat itself a thousand times, the outcome would remain unchanged; at most, the manner of death would change.
Memories of the past swirled in his heart! Perhaps this was a fleeting glimpse before his death. Xia Yuanhou had no time to think further; his pupils contracted sharply, and he saw...
Si Yehan pulled out his baton and plunged it into Xia Yuanhou's eye socket, knocking him to the ground. Blood and brain matter spilled from his eye socket, staining the front half of the baton.
Xia Yuanhou's consciousness gradually faded, his vision blurred, and anger and resentment vanished along with everything else.
They were completely crushed from beginning to end, with absolutely no chance of being rescued or winning.
He seemed to empathize with the despair Ning Qian experienced when she died. Her consciousness completely vanished, and Xia Yuanhou's vital signs all disappeared.
Si Yehan moved his hand slightly, shattering Xia Yuanhou's face. Bone fragments and flesh splattered everywhere, and blood dripped onto the ground. His entire face was now a blur, his eye sockets sunken and filled with bits of flesh and bone, making him look particularly gruesome. Blood even stained his black hair red. This deathly appearance seemed to be filled with a strong aura of resentment.
Seeing this, Si Yehan sighed with regret, "They were too weak. They died before they could even unleash their full killing power. I just hope Ge Congze and Xie Fei can hold their own. Tonight, I'll use the Qianjing Youhui to test that old woman's killing patterns."
Immediately, he thought of something funny: the traditional stories of the Great Xia, such as karma, reincarnation, good and evil being rewarded, and Vengeful Ghost ghosts seeking revenge.
The smile that had been suppressed on his face reappeared, and he chuckled softly, "If participants could become ghosts after dying in a dungeon, I wonder if these idiots would come looking for revenge, or simply follow the rules of killing?"
After cleaning the baton, Si Yehan put it away, paying little attention to Xia Yuanhou's corpse on the ground. When it blocked his way as he left, he kicked it aside.
Until you find a suitable weapon or tool, you can keep this around as a backup plan.
After leaving, Si Yehan didn't stay in the dormitory building for long. After all, he had already explored it yesterday. As for the sixth floor, it was still not suitable to go there now. He could go and observe it before Blood Slaughtering the entire funeral home and before clearing the level.
Dying on the sixth floor now would be too much of a loss, as there are still many people I could have killed who I haven't killed yet.
He walked around the entire Renshou Funeral Home compound. Now he could go to almost any place. Even the curator of the place had been consumed by the Native Ghost Tamer as a vessel for his physical transformation. There was no one to restrain him.
There are too few people working during the day.
The crowd was sparse, and most people even seemed to deliberately avoid Si Yehan. Among the people he encountered were the brothers Luo Tian and Luo Hai, who at least greeted him.
Now is not the time to force them into the hall, so Si Yehan did not make a move. He went to the entrance of Renshou Funeral Home for a stroll.
New discoveries have been made.
A new security guard had been assigned to the gate. He appeared younger and more robust than the previous one-armed elderly man. Through the transparent glass, one could see the burly guard sitting in a chair, skillfully handling a dagger.
It seems that after the death of the one-armed old man, the security guards in the security room upgraded their equipment.
Just when I was about to fall asleep, Si Yehan walked into the security room.
The curtains were drawn, blocking the view of the outside world.
The scream was fleeting. A short while later, Si Yehan emerged from the security room, his clothes spotless, showing no signs of a fight. After all, he had just been instantly killed, having his neck snapped by the burly man as soon as he entered the room.
The opponent didn't even have a chance to swing the dagger.
Everything is now ready; we are just waiting for nightfall.