Yuna Ji pressed one hand against my chest, while Rachel Lan stood quietly by my side, watching.
"You might feel a bit uncomfortable, Ethan. Right now, you're fully human. Hold on, okay?"
I nodded. Gradually, a green light began to glow from Yuna Ji's hand, and then strands of ghostly green Specter Web slowly pierced into my body. Sure enough, I screamed in agony—the sensation was unbearable. My head spun, my vision blurred, and my whole body convulsed.
"Hold him down, little one."
As Yuna Ji spoke, Rachel Lan immediately released two strips of white silk, wrapping around me tightly and pinning me to the ground. The pain in my body was excruciating, like someone scraping my bones with a small knife from the inside. Cold sweat poured from my forehead in waves.
Green blood kept oozing from the corner of my mouth as Yuna Ji, looking serious, worked to cleanse the ghostly energy from my body.
Then, a power I once knew intimately—but now felt utterly alien—surged through me like a tide. The chilling sensation belonged to the power of ghosts. I trembled violently, my teeth chattering uncontrollably.
My mouth hung open, cold breath spilling out in streams. Rachel Lan gently placed her hand on my cheek, her eyes full of worry. I shook my head.
"That's enough, Ethan."
With that, Yuna Ji suddenly withdrew her hand, and the bright green Specter Webs slipped out of my body. Finally, I breathed out a long sigh of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted.
Rachel Lan withdrew the white silk, and flames began to burn on the surface of my body. Gradually, a warmth spread through me—a human warmth. Rachel Lan pressed her hand to my chest, and flames also ignited on her body. In an instant, this warmth completely drove out the chill lingering within me.
"It's a pity, Ethan. I spent so long slowly changing your constitution, and now you're back to your old state all at once. Plus, the zombie stuff will be harmful to your body now. Sigh."
Rachel Lan helped me sit up. I looked at Yuna Ji and thanked her.
"So, you still refuse to hand it over? That Vermilion Bird's flame we gave you."
John Chou sneered and asked in a low voice. At that moment, a series of cracking sounds came from Mr. Brown's body. I stared in shock as fine cracks began to appear on his green-glowing skin.
"Once Mr. Brown unleashes his power, the ghost energy he's accumulated will pour out endlessly. If he doesn't fight, he won't be able to withstand his own strength and will be harmed by it."
Yuna Ji explained from the side, while Samantha Simons glanced thoughtfully at Mr. Brown.
"He's not past his limit yet. From what I've observed, this old gentleman hasn't released his full power. This is just the prelude to the Ghost Soul's manifestation."
"Young master, is it time? These guys—don't bother talking to them, just take them out. It'll save us trouble later."
At this moment, it seemed as if an invisible, immense force pressed down on Mr. Brown. His body lunged forward, right foot stepping ahead, left foot bracing, while his six arms stretched back to their fullest extent.
"Just wait a little longer."
John Chou said, then continued to smile.
At that moment, Lao Chongyuan smiled, turned his head, and looked at Luke Ling, who sat on the ground in pain.
"I can't fight Mr. Brown alone. Aren't you going to help out?"
As Lao Chongyuan spoke, Luke Ling stood up. The wound on the right side of his face began to writhe, and suddenly, darkness—a black, membranous mass—appeared behind him.
"What is that?"
I asked in surprise. Suddenly, the black membrane vanished, and in an instant, Luke Ling's missing right hand and destroyed right side of his head regenerated. Sticky, black viscous fluid dripped down. He stepped out of the black light barrier, his body swelling noticeably.
"I'll defend, you attack. That should work."
Lao Chongyuan said, while Luke Ling's golden eyes stared at us, never leaving Mr. Brown.
"Young master..."
Mr. Brown roared again, the green light shining through the cracks in his body growing ever brighter.
"Go..."
In an instant, Mr. Brown shot forward like a green cannonball, his six arms swinging as he attacked Luke Ling and Lao Chongyuan.
With a thunderous crash, the earth—already turned to mud—shifted violently. Green fist shadows from Mr. Brown's Six Fists Hundred Strikes swept across the battlefield, while two figures—Luke Ling and Lao Chongyuan—dodged beneath his barrage.
The deafening booms shook the ground. My eyes struggled to keep up, while Yuna Ji watched with great interest.
"Impressive. Those two guys aren't pushovers either."
Evan Zhao muttered from the side.
Just then, I noticed with surprise that John Chou had vanished—he'd been standing right in front of us, but now he was nowhere to be seen.
With a bang, a pillar of green light shot skyward. It was Mr. Brown—his six fists seemed to merge as they struck Lao Chongyuan's crossed arms, sending him flying into the air.
At the same time, from the pit in the ground, Luke Ling suddenly leapt up, his right hand pressed tightly to his ribs, fingers curled like claws, his palm exposed—his target was Mr. Brown.
Ultimate... Collapse...
In an instant, a black vortex appeared behind Luke Ling's right elbow, and he struck toward Mr. Brown.
With a boom, amid the green light, Lao Chongyuan curled into a ball, blocking Mr. Brown's six fists. Black energy swirled around him, then he stretched out his limbs and spun in the air.
Ultimate... Tap dance...
Lao Chongyuan's feet danced like tap shoes, sending leg shadows toward Mr. Brown. Mr. Brown paused in midair, horizontally suspended, his six arms blocking above and below.
With a bang, a huge white shockwave rippled across the sky toward us. Luke Ling's fist struck in front of Mr. Brown's three right hands, and with a crack, I was surprised to see green fissures appear about a meter from Mr. Brown's right hand.
Mr. Brown's three left arms kept swinging, blocking Lao Chongyuan's kicks. With a bang, after Lao Chongyuan kicked, he flipped in the air and appeared in front of Mr. Brown, while Luke Ling withdrew his fist and immediately retreated to the ground, crouching.
A rumbling sound echoed, and the air around Luke Ling roared violently. The floating sand and stones around him instantly turned to dust.
Mr. Brown straightened up, his six arms clenched into fists. Facing Lao Chongyuan, who was attacking with a hand blade, he assumed a defensive stance.
With a bang and a crackling sound, Mr. Brown's six arms crossed in defense, lightning crackling at the point of impact. After blocking the blow, Luke Ling on the ground clenched his fists, ready to attack.
Let me send you on your way, Mr. Brown.
With a thunderous crash, a cloud of dust rose from the ground. Luke Ling raised both fists and struck at Mr. Brown in the air without mercy.
Fist of Ruin...
Facing the fierce Luke Ling, Mr. Brown suddenly swung his fist at Lao Chongyuan, who was still trying to do something. With a boom, a giant transparent fist struck toward Lao Chongyuan.
Lao Chongyuan hugged himself tightly again, raised his legs, curling into a ball. Then Mr. Brown straightened his body and roared.
Come on.
With a bang, the invisible barrier in front of Mr. Brown shattered, and Luke Ling raised his fists high behind him.
I said, did you forget about me? My existence.
At that moment, John Chou's voice sounded faintly. Beside Luke Ling, blood-red particles began to gather.
John Chou...
With a ripping sound, the ghost weapon in John Chou's hand mercilessly stabbed into Luke Ling's chest.
Ah...
Luke Ling screamed wildly, raising his fist and striking at John Chou, who appeared at his side.
Don't even think about hurting my young master, ha...
In an instant, Mr. Brown appeared in front of Luke Ling, his six fists striking out. With a bang, black and green energies collided fiercely in midair. John Chou's suit was torn apart, Mr. Brown eased off slightly, then hugged John Chou with his six arms and spun around.
Rakshasa Body...
With a bang, Mr. Brown, holding John Chou, turned into a green light and flew toward us. With a crash, they smashed a giant pit in the ground.
In the air, Luke Ling howled in pain. When the impact dissipated, Lao Chongyuan moved to Luke Ling's side. The swishing sound was from Luke Ling.
At this moment, black blood gushed from the wound in Luke Ling's chest where John Chou stabbed him, like a fountain. Lao Chongyuan reached out and pressed on it.
Adjust the synchronization rate, your heart is damaged.
After a while, Lao Chongyuan supported the dying Luke Ling and landed on the ground.