"Ah!" Zheng Zha screamed out like a madman, hacking relentlessly at the young monk with the high-vibration particle-cutting dagger. Even though blocked by the golden Buddha's light, he relentlessly swung, while his other fist condensed internal energy into the ring and pummeled the monk. Amidst this storm of attacks, fiery crimson light visibly blazed from his fists; unknowingly, he had channeled the Crimson Flame into them.

Each time the crimson flame met the golden Buddha's light, its radiance seemed to dim slightly. After enduring the barrage for mere seconds, before the young monk could even counterattack, he realized the Buddha's light was steadily weakening. Fear began to creep across his face—the first time such an expression had ever appeared.

"Ah!" Zheng Zha had plunged into utter savagery, roaring loudly as he unleashed a tempestuous assault upon the monk. If not for that protective light...

A single second would have been enough to turn the monk into shredded meat; the destructive power was terrifying.

Even the colossal Werewolf wouldn't withstand this onslaught; the attack was too fearsome. Not only that, Zheng Zha locked onto the monk, opening his mouth to bite at his head.

There was a sharp crack—Zheng Zha’s teeth immediately shattered—but he paid it no mind, desperately continuing his gnawing attack. Finally, he forced his way through the Buddha's light, sinking his teeth into the young monk's left ear and ripping with all his might.

He tore away nearly half of the monk's face, skin and all. Ignoring this, he spat out the gore and lunged again.

"Ah! No more, I don't want it anymore!" the young monk finally shrieked in absolute terror. His muscles swelled violently, and as he broke free from Zheng Zha’s grip, he frantically bolted towards the breach in the wall, his mouth running with blood, shreds of flesh still clinging to his lips. This hellish, demonic visage would likely terrify even the genuine undead creature, Imhotep.

The mere thought of the deaths of Zero Point and Qi Tengyi drove Zheng Zha to wish he could tear the monk apart. This extreme rage had driven him into such a frenzy during the fight that he didn't even realize how many dark passages they passed through during their chase. Focused solely on each other, neither heard the incessant roars echoing from the surrounding darkness. Zhao Yingkong had lured Arot deep into the tomb, a place devoid of torches or any light. In this ancient sepulcher, silent for millennia, there was only boundless darkness and the faint, gnawing sound of scarab beetles.

Arot had already transformed into the massive Werewolf. His injuries were clearly completely healed. Terrifying strength, impossibly swift speed, coupled with the Werewolf's heightened neural responsiveness—the qualities of unlocking the first layer of the gene lock—made him an unstoppable biological war machine, his close-combat power almost eclipsing Zheng Zha’s.

"Want to play hide-and-seek with me? Howl..." The transformed, colossal Arot could still speak, though his laughter was now a wolfish howl, both eerie and terrifying. He howled, "Do you still adhere to the Assassin's Creed? What about 'kill with one strike'? What about 'sacrifice oneself'? Howl! Those are all lies! If the Assassin's Creed held such power, then tell me, why am I still alive? Howl! Why haven't I been killed by an assassin?"

"Do you know how many assassins I’ve killed? Ten? Twenty? No, let me tell you, I've slaughtered forty-seven assassins! No one survives against me! I flayed them all and pickled them in brine, watching their faces contort in agony as they struggled to bite their tongues and bleed out—but they couldn't, because I smashed most of the bones in their bodies to powder. Howl! Watching them die in pain... it was simply magnificent." Arot continued to roar wildly, pressing deeper into the darkness as he spoke. "Do you know why the European assassin families put a bounty on me? Howl! Because they need my strength, and they need to know how useless the Assassin's Creed truly is. You don't understand; death isn't the most frightening thing. 'One strike, instant kill' is complete nonsense. The most terrifying thing in this world is raw violence and abuse. Howl! I once held the daughter of the assassin family head hostage—a twelve-year-old blonde girl, looked just like an angel..."

"That was the best time. I played with her for three days and nights until she was completely shredded into pieces. Then, I mailed the video of my 'playtime' to her father. Howl! I wish I could have seen his face then. Unfortunately, I immediately began testing my strength afterward. Seventeen assassins! One-third of the European family's fighting strength, all wiped out by me alone. Howl!" Arot suddenly pounded his own chest, roaring, "It's wonderful to be able to enter this world! I was already bored with reality. Playing with individuals one by one is entertaining, but eventually, it gets tedious. Howl! Fortunately, this world allows me to continue my amusements. Don't you envy this perfect body of mine?"

"Howl! Having spoken with me for so long, you, being from an assassin family yourself, should feel honored. Very well. In