I kept running towards where Ken Wang was. One of Ken Wang’s hands had been chopped off by Peter Wu, and now Peter Wu was gripping the hand holding the Reality Notebook.
"Hmph, without your hand, let’s see how you write now."
"Stop!" I shouted. With a sickening crack, Peter Wu tore Ken Wang’s entire arm off. Ken Wang collapsed in a pool of blood. I had already rushed up to Peter Wu, raising the Deathbane Aura Blade and stabbing at him.
"It’s useless, Ethan Zhang. You’re no match for me anymore."
With a swift motion, my blade slashed down, but it missed Peter Wu by a few centimeters. My other hand launched several Deathbane Aura Spikes at him at high speed.
Peter Wu’s body moved nimbly among the Deathbane Aura Spikes. With his eyes closed, he dodged each one, twisting his body. My blade slashed toward his neck.
"I told you, it’s useless, Ethan Zhang."
Peter Wu reached out, easily deflecting my Deathbane Aura Spikes, then stepped back effortlessly to avoid my attack.
"Specter Web?" I looked at him in shock.
"Oh, looks like you know quite a bit, Ethan Zhang. Now, it’s my turn."
All I saw was a blur of blades—a swarm of daggers, splitting into countless shadows, stabbing toward me. I screamed, and my body was flung backward, crashing hard onto the ground.
My chest was riddled with bloody holes, but the wounds were only shallow—just pierced, not deep. I stared at Peter Wu’s smiling face. He was doing this on purpose, wanting to torment me slowly.
Ken Wang lay motionless in a pool of blood. Pain stabbed through my body, and I lay helpless on the ground.
"You know, I’m a killer ghost—a monster created by people like you. Looking back, humans really are the source of all evil spirits. There are so many examples like me, you couldn’t count them all. Don’t you think so?"
Peter Wu advanced toward me, slow and deliberate, step by step.
I coughed and managed a weak smile.
"That’s right. All you evil ghosts were made by humans, born of human desire. Cowards."
I muttered at the end of my sentence, then burst into laughter.
Suddenly, the smile vanished from Peter Wu’s face. His expression darkened as he walked toward me, step by step.
At last, Peter Wu stood before me, gripping a dagger. He crouched down, glaring at me with hatred. The eyeballs embedded in his body were spinning slowly.