Chapter 85: You Won’t Be Upset If I Kill Him, Right?
When the audience in Sakura Country saw Zhang Yangqing daring to provoke the rabbit-eared savage ghost, they couldn’t help but gloat.
It was as if they could already picture Zhang Yangqing getting absolutely wrecked.
Especially those who had emigrated from Dragon Country—they couldn’t stand the idea of their homeland’s chosen ones always being so dominant. Wouldn’t that just make their decision to emigrate look stupid?
In Sakura Country’s chat rooms, people were already spouting nonsense:
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I bet 100,000 yen that Dragon Country’s chosen one will end up severely injured!
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Why even bet? Even the old monk from India, who’s mastered his body to the limit, could only take one hit. This guy from Dragon Country looks way too young—he won’t survive a single blow. His brains are gonna get splattered.
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The difficulty of the supernatural world has increased, yet he’s still acting as arrogant as before. He’s beyond saving.
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Dragon Country’s finally gonna lose this time. The tides have turned—it’s their turn now.
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Inside the supernatural world, the rabbit-eared savage ghost, furious at being mocked, threw a devastating punch with the force of a tidal wave.
The sheer power behind the strike, sharp as a cannonball, seemed capable of blasting straight through this fool who dared provoke him.
BANG!
But the anticipated scene of brains being splattered didn’t happen.
In the next moment, Zhang Yangqing had effortlessly caught the ghost’s merciless iron fist with a single hand.
Was it the redirecting force of Tai Chi? Using softness to overcome hardness?
No. Zhang Yangqing wasn’t using any fancy techniques—this was pure, raw strength.
The golden energy surging in his palm was unbreakable.
Even when the rabbit-eared ghost tried to pull back, it felt like his arm was clamped in a vice—completely immovable.
And the man before him? He didn’t even budge an inch.
“Why so angry? Calm down.”
With that, Zhang Yangqing twisted his wrist sharply.
CRACK! CRACK!
The terrifying force made the ghost’s arm twist violently, flesh spiraling open in a grotesque bloom of blood.
The sound of bones shattering echoed through the hallway.
Pale, broken bone fragments even pierced through the mangled flesh, leaving the entire arm twisted into a horrifying, unnatural shape.
For the first time, the rabbit-eared ghost’s cold, aloof expression cracked—revealing a flicker of pain.
His other hand released the curly-haired woman’s hair, and she seized the chance to scramble away, as if escaping death itself.
“Damn it!”
The ghost snarled, then—with shocking decisiveness—ripped off his own broken arm and turned to flee.
Clearly, he was no fool. That one exchange had told him everything: this opponent was beyond his ability to defeat.
In fact, the rabbit-eared ghost could practically see a glowing red “DANGER” hovering above Zhang Yangqing’s head.
“Who said you could leave?”
Before the ghost could react, Zhang Yangqing had already appeared in front of him, one hand clamping around his throat.
Compared to the ghost’s terrifying speed, Zhang Yangqing’s movements were downright supernatural.
The rabbit-eared savage ghost—the same one that had struck fear into the hearts of every other chosen one—was now being lifted off the ground like a helpless chick.
He wasn’t choosing not to resist. A paralyzing electric current was surging through his body, rendering him completely immobile.
Just as Zhang Yangqing was about to finish him off, he seemed to remember something.
He glanced at the still-shaken curly-haired woman and asked, “You won’t be upset if I kill him, right?”
After all, the rabbit-eared ghost had claimed to be her father. That needed verification.
If this was just some family dispute, he’d at least hear her out first.
Not that he was actually asking for her permission.
The ghost was dying either way.
The real question was whether Zhang Yangqing would kill one or two people here.
Those familiar with Zhang Yangqing knew one thing: once he decided to act, he never left loose ends.
Letting you live? Who knows what trouble you’d bring later.
Better to just wipe you all out right here.
The moment you show hostility toward me, your life is no longer yours to control.
If this affects you emotionally? Then you can die too!
That was Zhang Yangqing’s survival principle in the supernatural world.
If the curly-haired woman gave the wrong answer, she’d be the next target—no question.
Hearing Zhang Yangqing’s words, she shook her head frantically: “Do whatever you want, boss. I don’t even know him.”
Zhang Yangqing activated his lightning technique.
Crackling electricity surged from his palm, coursing through the ghost’s body.
ZZZT! ZZZT!
The rabbit-eared ghost’s entire form convulsed like a malfunctioning machine, his flesh blackening under the assault.
Before long, his body had been charred into something resembling brittle charcoal.
With one final squeeze, Zhang Yangqing crushed the ghost’s neck.
The head tumbled to the ground, shattering into black dust upon impact.
Just like that, the rabbit-eared savage ghost—the nightmare of countless chosen ones—was reduced to a pile of ashes in the hallway.
On the other side of the screen, countless spectators gulped.
Some even rubbed their eyes, wondering if they’d hallucinated.
After a brief pause, the global chat room exploded like a dam bursting.
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What in the actual—?! Dear God, what did I just witness? How is this possible?! (IP: United Kingdom)
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Holy mother of—! How is Dragon Country’s superhuman able to kill that ghost?! Didn’t we just see other superhumans get absolutely wrecked by it? Some couldn’t even take a single hit! (IP: Australia)
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Dragon Country’s guy is hacking, right? He’s breaking all the rules, and nothing’s happening to him. This makes no sense! (IP: Canada)
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Why does it feel like everyone else got hell-mode difficulty, while Dragon Country’s guy got easy mode? That’s not fair! (IP: Bangzi Country)
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No, you’ve got it all wrong. Think of chosen ones like regular people versus athletes. Just like some people are naturally stronger, some superhumans are just on another level. Maybe the others aren’t even in the same weight class as Dragon Country’s guy. (IP: Curry Country)
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Damn. I thought Dragon Country’s superhuman was just getting started, but turns out he’s already at the peak! (IP: Pakistan Country)
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Someone tell me—just how strong is Dragon Country’s superhuman? (IP: Noodle Country)
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No idea. But Chinese netizens say he’s the head of their Taoist sect. (IP: Tower Country)
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I’m starting to think Dragon Country’s guy isn’t even trying. He looks way too relaxed—like he’s still holding back. (IP: Tower Country)
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Too strong! Even a three-star difficulty supernatural world can’t force Dragon Country’s superhuman to go all out. (IP: Clock Country)
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This can’t be right. Our top onmyōji couldn’t even survive one hit. How is Dragon Country’s top Taoist master able to beat the rabbit-eared ghost? Aren’t they supposed to be similar? (IP: Sakura Country)
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I’ve studied history. Here’s a thought: maybe your onmyōjutsu is just a watered-down version of what you learned from Dragon Country. How dare you even compare your best to theirs? (IP: Eagle Country)
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The Sakura Country netizens wanted to argue back, but seeing it was an American who’d spoken, they wisely shut up.
Back in Dragon Country’s expert analysis room, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
Of course they’d been worried. The supernatural world’s difficulty had clearly spiked, making past strategies obsolete.
But now? Their concerns seemed unnecessary.
At this rate, it looked like nothing in the current stage could even push Zhang Yangqing to his limits.
On top of that, people noticed something strange.
Once again, the supernatural world seemed to be treating everyone except Zhang Yangqing the same way.
