Chapter 154: Wrestling
As the attack target Zhang Qian was in the room, the Severed Limb Ghost had no reason to resist this room. It could even be said that Zhang Qian pulling it should align perfectly with its purpose.
“Your strength is pretty impressive.”
“But thinking of running only now, isn’t it a bit too late?”
Zhang Qian snorted coldly, then increased the force in his hand.
Unable to figure out the reason, he simply stopped thinking about it. What the enemy opposed was truly what he should do.
Since the Severed Limb Ghost was unwilling to come in, he had even more reason to pull it in and try.
A prolonged tug-of-war unfolded.
Most supernatural powers canceled each other out, leaving only a contest of raw strength.
Even without supernatural power, the fierce ghost’s strength was ridiculously great, something no human or machinery could contend with.
But Zhang Qian’s footing was very steady. Not only was he not dragged backward by the fierce ghost, he even formed a balance with it, pulling the fierce ghost’s head back and forth continuously.
Its neck wasn’t torn off, but the overall shape already looked somewhat deformed.
That dead person’s head seemed to endure immense pain. Its already mangled facial features twisted even more, opening its bloody maw in a silent roar.
A stifling rotten corpse stench surged out.
Zhang Qian, right in front of it, could not only see the few remaining withered yellow teeth in its mouth but also glimpse a few strands of uncleaned pale meat fibers.
In terms of ugliness, this thing was absolutely among the top fierce ghosts Zhang Qian had seen.
This wasn’t over yet. The fierce ghost raised its head, its eyeless sockets staring dead at Zhang Qian. Its wide-open mouth waited for an opportunity, seemingly wanting to tear a piece of flesh from Zhang Qian’s body.
“Bang!”
Zhang Qian showed it no mercy, slamming a downward wooden stick heavily onto the fierce ghost’s crown.
Though this strike caused no substantial damage, it forcibly snapped the fierce ghost’s mouth shut.
The Severed Limb Ghost’s few remaining teeth clashed with a click. If not for its tongue having rotted away long ago, it probably would have bitten off its own tongue caught off guard.
But this only kept the fierce ghost quiet for a short while. Not only did the fierce ghost lack spare energy, Zhang Qian himself had no extra true qi to launch attacks.
Without mobilizing true qi to resist the supernatural power on the fierce ghost, he, now in zero-distance contact with it, would probably have died long ago.
So after a brief pause, the fierce ghost, which had just fallen silent for a moment, went berserk again.
After half a day of realizing it couldn’t bite the nearby Zhang Qian, it actually turned direction, lunging straight for the arm gripping its neck.
Its mangled upper and lower jaws opened to the limit, the flesh around its cheeks tearing open from the strain, revealing the view straight through to the other side.
But the Severed Limb Ghost didn’t care, making no move to gather force as it viciously bit down toward the arm at its mouth.
“It’s actually this clever?”
Zhang Qian was slightly stunned, then before the fierce ghost could bite him, he thrust the arm-thick wooden stick toward the fierce ghost’s mouth.
The wide-open mouth had no defense, and Zhang Qian stabbed straight in.
The wooden stick entered from the front and barely stopped after reaching the fierce ghost’s throat.
“Crack—”
Like a normal person biting steel, two more of the Severed Limb Ghost’s already few front teeth broke off.
When it tried to retreat, Zhang Qian naturally let it, pushing the wooden stick forward while pulling the fierce ghost’s head back, aiming for a perfect seal.
Only like this could he calmly think about the current situation.
Honestly, Zhang Qian’s current state wasn’t good.
Both arms had cracked with crimson cracks. The cracks on his right arm stopped at the forearm, but the palm of his first-contacting hand was nearly splitting at the joints.
Even with true qi’s suppression, the fierce ghost’s corrosion was still extremely terrifying. If it didn’t erupt, fine—but once it did, the consequences would likely be worse than Zhang Qian imagined.
“Plans can’t keep up. This time I really miscalculated.” Zhang Qian sighed lightly.
“I thought I could trick the fierce ghost into the room, but this thing chickened out at the crucial point. Its main body stayed outside, not even daring to enter.”
“And it perfectly counters my strongest attack ability. It seems not just the Music Ghost—even this Severed Limb Ghost has poor compatibility with me.”
“Is this ghost ship deliberately targeting me, or am I really this unlucky, encountering ghosts that perfectly counter me?”
Thoughts racing, Zhang Qian temporarily had no good way to deal with this thing.
This level of suppression wouldn’t cause the fierce ghost to malfunction. The seemingly gruesome wound would recover soon after losing true qi’s influence.
Even if they seemed evenly matched now, if they kept this up, Zhang Qian would definitely be the first to falter.
After all, the fierce ghost had an undying body and no ghost controller worries about resurgence. If it came to endurance, it could last centuries without issue.
Zhang Qian didn’t have such an indestructible body. For him, ending it sooner was naturally better.
“Since the current strength isn’t enough, let’s add a bit more.”
Accompanied by rustling sounds, two pale ghost hands slowly detached from beside Zhang Qian’s ears, sliding along his body, inching toward the fierce ghost.
The supernatural power on his body was harshly suppressed by the ghost ship, making the unremarkable ghost hand his most convenient ability.
Zhang Qian’s expression serious, he tussled with the fierce ghost while splitting part of his mind to control the ghost hands’ movement.
Under his control, the two spider-like ghost hands quickly crawled from his hands onto the fierce ghost’s neck, perching on the wound made by the stick.
The two hands flanked the wound, tentatively probing inside.
However, the Severed Limb Ghost’s wound had mostly healed, sealing tightly against Zhang Qian’s fingers, leaving no space to insert.
If even the wounded spot couldn’t be affected, let alone the intact areas.
Even Zhang Qian needed the stick leg to damage the fierce ghost—these two derived ghost hands probably couldn’t even make a scratch.
Just as Zhang Qian hesitated, the fierce ghost’s wide-open mouth caught his attention.
Using this as a breakthrough, sending the ghost hands into the fierce ghost’s body might cause greater damage.
Without hesitation, the ghost hands abandoned the prior target, turning toward the rotting dead person’s head.
Soon, the ghost hands reached the fierce ghost’s mouth, squeezing through the gap propped by the wooden stick, inching inside.
Even if this thing was a fierce ghost, it had no ghost domain. How big could one mouth be? After just squeezing in two palms, it was already bulging high.
