Bizarre: Forced into an arranged marriage, his wife turns out to be a demon emperor?

Chapter 44 Don't be afraid, lend me your body

The blade of the Tang sword struck the Black Iron Corpse King's elbow joint with pinpoint accuracy.

That area is where the stratum corneum is relatively thin.

However, it is only relatively weak.

The blade pierced the flesh, but less than half an inch in, it was firmly stuck by the tough muscles and bones.

A tremendous force of recoil came from the hilt of the sword, making Lin Che's hands go numb.

The Black Iron Corpse King paused in his movements.

It lowered its head, its eerie green soul fire looking at the insignificant wound on its arm.

A trickle of black blood seeped from the wound.

Is it injured?

This realization enraged it.

"roar-!!!"

Its other free hand transformed into a huge black shadow and slammed down towards Lin Che's head.

If that palm strike lands squarely, the person will be turned into a meat patty.

Lin Che's pupils contracted, and he decisively abandoned his knife.

He leaned back, miraculously avoiding the fatal blow with a swift, powerful leap.

"boom!"

The Corpse King slammed his palm onto the ground of the city wall.

The sturdy alloy floor instantly caved in with a huge handprint, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards.

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

The people on the city wall watched with trepidation.

The exchange just now was incredibly fast.

Many people didn't even see what happened; they only heard a loud bang and saw Lin Che retreat.

"He—he actually injured that monster?" A young demon tamer's voice trembled.

"He dodged it! He dodged it again!"

"Who is this guy? His skills are even more amazing than those of the special forces!"

After a brief moment of shock, a glimmer of hope ignited in everyone's hearts.

perhaps----

Perhaps this seemingly ordinary student can really create a miracle?

Li Zhen was also stunned, but he thought more deeply than others.

He had read Lin Che's information; he was an ordinary orphan with no record of practicing martial arts or becoming a ghost tamer.

How could he possibly possess such strength?

Was he hiding his identity? Or—did he have some kind of extraordinary encounter in that abandoned school?

In the center of the battlefield.

Lin Che's situation is not as easy as it seems to outsiders.

Fine beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead.

That attack just now was entirely due to the superhuman reaction and physical attributes brought about by the [Supreme Ghost Body].

But in a head-to-head contest, the gap is too large.

That monster's strength and defense were completely overwhelming.

The Black Iron Corpse King pulled out the Tang sword that was stuck in his elbow, casually threw it on the ground, and locked onto Lin Che with two balls of soul fire, launching another charge.

This time, it was no longer a wide-ranging, sweeping attack.

Its two fists transformed into a sky full of fist shadows, like a raging storm, engulfing all the space where Lin Che could dodge.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The dull thuds of impact continued unabated.

Lin Che's figure transformed into afterimages amidst the shadows of fists, shifting and dodging.

Every dodge was a brush with death.

The ground beneath his feet would be smashed into shocking craters the moment he dodged.

He was like a small boat in a raging storm, which could be swallowed up at any moment.

"No—if this continues, my strength will be exhausted first."

Lin Che's brain was working at lightning speed.

He cannot be touched, even by the slightest glancing blow from a punch, as it could result in serious injury.

But the opponent can withstand countless attacks.

This is a war of attrition that is fundamentally unequal.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Lin Che was a second too slow and was struck on the left shoulder by the side of a fist.

An irresistible force came.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into a runic cannon more than ten meters away.

The heavy metal cannon barrel was dented from the impact.

"puff-

—

Lin Che spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted, and his left shoulder felt like it was about to shatter, completely losing all sensation.

On the city wall, the flame of hope that had just been ignited was extinguished in an instant.

"It's over————"

"So it still doesn't work? The gap is too big."

"Run! While that monster isn't looking at us!"

The demon tamers, who had just stopped, began to stir again, and despair once more enveloped everyone.

Li Zhen's face also turned deathly pale.

He looked at Lin Che, who was lying on the ground struggling to get up, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

He raised the flare gun.

The Black Iron Corpse King gave no one time to react.

It strode towards the fallen Lin Che, looking down at the human who dared to hurt it.

It raised its enormous feet.

Then, stomp down hard.

This kick will crush him into mincemeat.

Time seemed to slow down.

Lin Che lay on his back, looking at the foot that kept getting bigger in his field of vision, feeling the pressure that was like Mount Tai pressing down on him.

He wanted to hide, but his body wouldn't obey him.

Am I going to die?

The thought flashed through his mind.

"My husband."

A soft voice, tinged with a hint of heartache, echoed in his mind.

It's Su Hongyi.

"This tin can hurt you."

"Don't be afraid."

"Lend me your body."

The moment the words fell.

An extremely cold yet incredibly gentle power surged from the depths of his body.

This power instantly flowed through his limbs and bones, repairing his damaged body and dispelling all the pain.

Lin Che felt a sudden darkness before his eyes.

When he "sees" things again, his perspective has shifted to that of an observer.

He "saw" his own body and slowly stood up from the ground.

outside world.

Everyone thought Lin Che was doomed.

Li Zhen's finger was already on the trigger of the signal gun.

However, the enormous foot stopped less than a centimeter away from Lin Che's face.

stopped.

It wasn't the Corpse King who wanted to stop.

It can't be stepped on anymore.

An invisible yet overwhelming force supported its feet.

The Black Iron Corpse King was stunned; two balls of soul fire pulsed violently in its empty eye sockets.

It doesn't understand what happened.

Then it saw.

The man who should have been trampled to death stretched out a hand.

I gently pressed down on the sole of its foot with one finger.

"you----"

"It's noisy."

Lin Che spoke.

The voice was still Lin Che's voice, but the tone had become cold, arrogant, and carried a kind of indifferent majesty.

He slowly raised his head.

Everyone who saw his eyes gasped.

Those eyes were no longer black.

Instead, it was—an eerie crimson.

There were no pupils, no whites of the eyes, only a pure, burning red color, like blood.

An indescribable aura of terror suddenly erupted from his body.

This aura was colder, more ancient, and more noble than that of the Black Iron Corpse King or the boundless ghost tide outside the city.

It was as if a king had descended.

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