"Now... how does it feel to fight with someone your own size?!" Our bored gamer's words echoed in the heavens as he was practically dismantling the chunks of tentacles on his path.

These slimy defenses tried to bar his way towards the living castle but it was of no use. Clark would only throw one punch and nothing would remain complete before him.

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Bits and pieces of gore scattered in the wind and not a few rain of blood washed upon the wild body of our very own protagonist.

This made him look like a bloody god of war in the eyes of his enemies.

"WHOOSH!"

"WHOOSH!"

"WHOOSH!" A giant naked humanoid figure would flash like a phantom in the battlefield. He may be strong but he was also blessed with incredible speeds at this time.

This was of course none other than our good gamer. His techniques combined have made him a formidable opponent indeed.

Big guys were supposed to be slow but he got nothing of that weakness. His speed remained fast as if he never grew in size in the first place.

'Is this the effect of my Runner's Legs and Extreme Mortal Physique?'

'Instead of them getting shadowed by the Boundless Tyrant Body, they have acted like an addition to my powers in the end.'

Clark mused while he was busy fighting off the undying tentacles in his front.

He continued pushing forward without fail but when he was less than 10 meters from the living caste, several sets of horrors came out from the citadel of hell.

There was a sea of ants that was at least 7 feet in height, an elephant looking monster that spat molten balls at a rapid rate, and many more indescribable terrors.

But perhaps the most horrifying creature of them all was the living castle itself. It slowly rose up like a man waking up from its sleep but the comparison stopped there completely.

When it was done making its ascent, its castle head had already reached the high clouds. The monster leader has 9 huge flaming wings on its back and the same amount of arms on its body.

It has many burning sharp tails which are also numbered at 9 and eyes in that order. It seemed like this symbol 9 has significant information about the overall strength of this foe.

"Are you the strongest of your kind?" Our bored gamer asked towards the big ugly creature not in words but a guttural incomprehensible growl.

This was of course the language of the Thephri race. He was presently attacked by all kinds of pesky little monsters but that was not enough to break his defense at all.

But Clark dodged the ever active tentacles from beneath the earth since he still got a dangerous feeling from these things.

"How do you know our words, human?" The caste head monster asked as it looked down to the much smaller giant gamer before it.

It did not press to attack but just continued to stand there and let his minions play with our avid gamer.

"What can I say? I had a great teacher." Clark grinned in answer.

"No. I am not the strongest. The strongest of us all has 10 burning wings. While i, i only have 9." The castle head monster stated.

"Do you want to get 10 then? I can give you that."

"All you need to do is follow me and heed my commands." Our bored gamer offered towards the ugly monster. He did not forget his quest in this realm.

He has much conquering to do and would need many strong servants behind him.

"Although you are strong, human. But you cannot match the power of my master." The castle head monster shook its head.

It did not say another word after that which meant that the time for talk was over. In the next breath, the castle head monster attacked without notice.

"PUCHI!" Nine deadly tails expanded and hit true towards the body of our bored gamer. Clark tried to evade it but had only succeeded in avoiding a fatal strike to his skull.

The same could not be said to his body though. Nine giant tails pierced his torso, legs, groin, and back that Clark appeared like a thin paper ready to be torn apart at any time.

Our good gamer was lucky that he did not feel any pain whatsoever. Else, he would have long screamed his lungs out amidst the alarming situation he found himself into.

But instead, Clark was seen to be smiling all throughout. Especially after he heard the familiar notification in his ears.

"DING!"

"Since the host has taken 1 deadly blow, he has learned the technique called Heretical God Sutra." Nancy announced in a happy voice.

Heretical God Sutra – A supreme inheritance of the old gods. The user will gain more power the more cuts and injuries he receives. (no damage taken will be effective twice, power gain is permanent)

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Name: Clark Colter

Cultivation: 10

Techniques: Frog Breathing Art, Universal Language Decoder, Runner's Legs, Extreme Mortal Physique, Hardened Tungsten Skin, Chemical Immunity, Ancient Phoenix Bloodline, Blood Conversion Art, Endless State of Nirvana, Boundless Tyrant Body, Heretical God Sutra.

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Hint: The Automatic Upgrade System can instantly upgrade the user's skills and abilities.

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"Have you got any more tricks?" Clark asked in the same monster language.

One breath later and merely waved his hands and the tails that pierced his body were cut down like brittle glasses.

"BOOM!" Our bored gamer then grew bigger in size using the Boundless Tyrant Body since he did not like to look up to any monster before him. His ugly injuries was also cured in an instant.

In the end, there were already 2 mountainous beings that reached the clouds in height alone. This made the little ants below inconsequential in this fight of giants.

"DING!"

"DING!"

"DING!" The castle head monster tried using the last strategy again but the tip of his sharp burning tails crumbled upon impact.

It could not even scratch our bored gamer's skin at this time.

"Show me something better or you are going to die in the next breath."