"This is a bit against scientific common sense."
Hayato dug his ears. If this scream were directed at an ordinary person, their eardrums would probably be shattered.
However, for him, it was just a bit noisy.
"If the sound came from inside the room, why did the glass shoot into the room instead?"
This Female Ghost's ability seems to be able to change the surrounding environment and rules to some extent.
Interesting.
Hayato couldn't help but think of the special barrier domain when he encountered Eight-Foot Lady.
This kind of ability seems to be a power that only some high-level Evil Spirit can possess.
She can rewrite the rules of a surrounding area to create a combat environment favorable to herself.
But she wants to kill him with these little tricks?
"Is she underestimating Hayakawa Rin a bit?"
Boom!
The house beneath his feet suddenly trembled, and Hayato's figure instantly disappeared.
The next second, a huge palm grabbed towards the Female Ghost's head from behind.
Strangely, Hayato's palm passed directly through the Female Ghost's head, as if grabbing at a ball of air.
"Hmm?"
Can't grab her?
Hayato frowned. This Evil Spirit could attack him, but he couldn't touch this Evil Spirit.
This is a bit troublesome.
This kind of cheating-like ability is simply foul play.
Hayakawa Rin has never seen such a difficult Evil Spirit before.
Looking at the pair of eyes filled with malice, Hayato felt somewhat helpless.
His realm is still not high enough.
As Hayato sighed with emotion, the Female Ghost in white continued her attack.
This time, perhaps knowing that the human before her was not easy to deal with, the Female Ghost extended both hands, her sharp nails directly attacking Hayato's eyes.
The moment the Female Ghost in white attacked, Hayato keenly sensed a change in her aura.
Her somewhat illusory figure seemed to solidify at this moment.
In his perception, the flickering outline also seemed to become clear.
"When attacking, the body will manifest?"
Hayato tentatively reached out with one hand, and the full, soft, and tender feeling from his palm made him slightly surprised.
Even the Female Ghost's movements froze in place, a hint of dullness flashing in her malicious eyes.
"Do you believe me if I say it wasn't intentional?"
Hayato subconsciously enjoyed the soft and tender feeling again. The icy touch, different from that of a normal person, made his body temperature drop.
However, the next second, he met those malicious eyes. Hayato's tone was innocent.
To be honest.
This feeling is really good.
Looking at Hayato's sincere face.
The Female Ghost with giant breasts, her eyes gradually turned black.
A surge of black resentment rose behind her, and for a moment, the entire space seemed to become distorted.
The nonchalant Hayato suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
Although very faint, the current Evil Spirit did make him feel a hint of danger.
"It seems I've played a bit too big."
Hayato's eyes were cold.
Just as well, he wanted to see how strong this guy was.
Although this Female Ghost's body was illusory, at the moment she attacked, her body would become solid.
At this moment, the Female Ghost could hurt him, but similarly, he could also touch this Female Ghost.
Since there was a weakness, the rest would be easy.
"What other tricks do you have?"
Hayato looked at the enraged Female Ghost, his heart beating rapidly, his blood flowing quickly as if a pump was installed.
The rushing sound was like a surging stream.
The dormant power, at this instant, completely revived.
At the same time, a Hundred Ghost Records emitting a strong Yin energy appeared behind him.
Swish!
The Hundred Ghost Records automatically turned a page, and the huge figure of the Eight-Foot Lady clearly emerged from the Hundred Ghost Records.
The Eight-Foot Lady's phantom turned into a black mist, merging into Hayato's body.
The already terrifying power instantly reached a critical point.
He looked at the Evil Spirit with a deep gaze, feeling terrifyingly strong now.
The Evil Spirit's pupils contracted. In her line of sight, a bloody aura emanated from this human.
The bloody aura with a pungent smell of blood seemed to converge as if conscious.
Gradually, it formed a ferocious bloody monster behind Hayato.
Feeling the terrifying pressure, a hint of fear flashed across the Female Ghost's face.
But in a turn, it was replaced by malice.
Swish swish swish!
Overwhelming shadows enveloped all sight.
Behind the Female Ghost, countless strands of black hair grew wildly as if they had a life of their own.
The overwhelming black hair, flashing with deadly sharpness, attacked Hayato like spears.
Very dangerous!
Hayato's pores opened up all over his body, and goosebumps appeared.
The faint sense of crisis that was there before instantly exploded and grew.
His temples were throbbing faintly.
"You're not the only one who can burst out!"
Hayato grinned, his expression ferocious.
The bloody aura on his body instantly doubled, his knotted muscles tensed, making a sound like a fully drawn bowstring that made one's teeth ache.
Boom!
He punched forward, and the moment the punch's shadow hadn't dissipated, punches like a storm of wind and rain were already wildly thrown forward.
The black hair and the dense punch shadows collided, and the terrifying fluctuations directly reduced everything around them to dust.
"Not enough, not enough, not enough!"
"Can be faster! Can be stronger!"
Hayato's eyes held an indescribable confidence.
At this moment, he felt that the beastiality that had been suppressed and restrained within him was completely released.
Blood, flesh, and bones gradually appeared on his fists.
But he seemed to feel no pain at all.
The speed of each punch would be faster, and the power stronger.
Blood flowed from the pores on his body, and after repeatedly squeezing his potential, his body also made sounds of being unable to bear the load.
But Hayato didn't care at all.
He even showed an expression of enjoyment in his eyes.
This is the feeling.
Life and death struggle, dancing on a tightrope, hanging by a thread.
This sense of fear that one wrong step would lead to eternal damnation made his adrenaline rush wildly.
He liked this feeling!
"Kill me, can you do it?"
Hayato looked up and smiled, his eyes indescribably arrogant and unruly.
He took a step forward, facing the overwhelming black hair.
His right fist gathered strength, the veins on his arm bulged, and his skin seemed unable to withstand this terrifying force, cracking inch by inch.
Hayato's expression was calm, clearly not surprised.
Only his tendons, bones, and muscles were strengthened.
This high-intensity combat brought a considerable burden to his body.
Moreover, this Evil Spirit's strength was so powerful, some superficial injuries were inevitable.
However,
"This is as far as it goes!"
Boom!
A loud bang.
Hayato punched out, and the air waves rolled.
The overwhelming dense black hair was punched through, creating a hollow passage.
It looked like a white circle drawn in the middle of a black wall.
At the end, the Female Ghost with giant breasts, her face full of disbelief, her malicious eyes somewhat dull.
Is this guy really a human?
The Female Ghost, who had reacted, wanted to control all her hair to gather together.
But just before she had this thought, Hayato's figure had disappeared.
"Too slow to react!"
Hayato's deep voice came from behind.
Just as the Female Ghost with giant breasts was about to turn around, her head was grabbed by a large hand and slammed hard onto the floor.
The black hair filling the sky disappeared, and the Female Ghost also returned to her original appearance.
Only those black eyes still looked at Hayato with malice.
"If I were you, I wouldn't continue to act."