Chinese Superman

Chapter 225 The Strongest in Two Worlds!

Ning Kai took a deep breath and deduced, "Brother Yang asked everyone to get out of the car so that it would be in good working order."

"With no night watchman on the bus, it means there are no other strange interferences, and the No. 4 paranormal bus does not need to spare extra resources to suppress the strangeness."

He paused, a mixture of fear and excitement appearing in his eyes.

"This is the peak form of the No. 4 bus at this moment."

The fat man's expression changed slightly.

"The pinnacle? Doesn't that mean..."

"right."

A woman dressed in a plain-colored cheongsam walked up to them at some point.

She looked to be in her early thirties, with her hair styled in a bun, and a capable air about her.

The woman in the cheongsam stared at the bus, a complex look flashing in her eyes: "Back in its heyday, this bus could crash into an S-class monster and kill it."

"【The Ghost Mask】summoned the ghost driver's spirit and made all the team members get off the bus, restoring the supernatural bus to its peak. Hey, it seems Captain Yang is serious this time."

"What kind of nonsense is this?!"

The fat man, his head throbbing with worry, said anxiously, "Are we just going to watch like this? That outsider came to help us!"

The woman in the cheongsam shook her head.

"The captain won't listen to what we're saying."

She sighed softly, "You know his temper. Even outsiders can see Captain Yang's condition. But it's thanks to his stubbornness that he's reached his current level, comparable to the top Night Watchmen of the last era."

No one is perfect, and the Night Watchmen are no exception!

They dance with the bizarre, using the bizarre to control the bizarre; they are no longer normal humans.

It can be said that every Night's Watchman has some flaws in his personality.

That's why Xia Xinghan doesn't want humans from the strange world to smuggle themselves to Earth.

Cultivation methods combined with martial arts and bizarre powers—who knows what kind of "chemical reaction" will occur?

They're all ticking time bombs!

"Even if the captain is an anomaly, possesses the power of the ghost blood to control the strangeness, and has achieved a stable balance of power, he still can't recklessly unleash his top-tier power, right?"

After hesitating and worrying, Ning Kai gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't we all go together and subdue that outsider first? That way, the captain won't have to risk the strange resurrection—"

Don't be foolish.

The woman in the cheongsam interrupted him.

"Didn't you see? That person can walk the Yin-Yang Road alone, withstand the impact of four supernatural buses, and ignore the dual suppression of ghost blood and yellow paper."

She looked at the figure in the distance, her eyes filled with apprehension.

"This kind of being is beyond our ability to deal with."

"If we go up there, we'll only make things worse."

"It seems that—there is no other way but to fight," the fat man muttered.

at the same time.

With a "thump".

The folding front and rear doors closed simultaneously.

The eerie bus, which had just had a flat front end, suddenly began to change.

The dent on the front of the car was restored to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The rolled-up metal sheets seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible force and glued back together; the cracked headlights automatically healed, and the scarlet headlights returned to their dim yellow hue.

The entire car seemed to have been restored to its original state, as if time had been reversed.

Then—it began to change.

The body was lengthened, the roof was raised, and the wheels became larger.

The rusty metal shell gradually faded away, revealing the rustic wooden structure underneath. The windows became grid-like, the front of the car became rounded, and a long utility pole was erected on the roof.

A modern bus has been transformed into an old-fashioned tram from the Republican era.

That's right, this eerie bus that strikes fear into the hearts of modern-day night watchmen actually originated in the Republic of China era of Daxia.

However, the eeriness changes with the times.

Going back to ancient times, perhaps the appearance of the supernatural bus was that of a horse-drawn carriage or even an oxcart.

Appearance is just the surface; the core is the eerie power.

Yang Kaitai sat back in the driver's seat.

The ghost driver's face slowly opened its eyes, which were empty and deep, like two dry wells, or like two entrances to the unknown.

"Buzz"

The tram starts moving.

There was no sound of an engine, no hum of electricity, only a low, spatial tremor.

The tremor traveled from the wheels to the ground, and from the ground to the void, causing the entire Yin-Yang Road to shake slightly.

Yang Kaitai—no, at this moment, he was the ghost driver—slowly turned his head.

Those empty eyes fell on Xia Xinghan through the car window.

Immediately, the tram sped off.

It was at the normal speed of an old tram from the Republic of China era, not fast, but Xia Xinghan was already locked onto it.

No matter which direction he dodges, no matter how fast he runs, he cannot avoid the collision.

The fat man's face turned deathly pale. "It's all over, it ...—"

"This collision could even bring an S-class monster to a standstill—"

Ning Kai gripped the rope binding the hanged ghost tightly, and asked nervously, "Will this collision decide the outcome?"

Such is the strangeness of the confrontation; it is extremely dangerous, and the outcome can be decided in just a few rounds.

Unlike the masters in martial arts novels, who can fight for days and nights at a time.

The tram roared in.

The wheels rolled over the Yin-Yang Road, splattering blood, flesh, and mud along the way. Those twisted faces howled beneath the wheels, crushed into fragments, only to reform themselves behind them.

The front of the car was facing Xia Xinghan.

Ten zhang, five zhang, one zhang —

The distance quickly closed.

Xia Xinghan stood still, hands at his sides, until the supernatural bus drove up to him and was about to hit him. Only then did he raise his hand and throw a simple punch straight at the front of the bus.

A loud "bang" was heard.

The Yin-Yang Road trembled violently, and the blood, flesh, and mud on the road surface were shaken into the sky, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The tram came to an abrupt stop.

No, it didn't completely "stop". The huge inertia caused the rear of the car to lift high into the air, and then crash down heavily.

The entire front of the car looked like a soda can that had been hit by a giant hammer, instantly denting inward.

Those rustic wooden structures, those exquisite lattice windows, that long utility pole—all were deformed and shattered under that one punch.

The car window shattered.

Glass shards scattered everywhere, reflecting an eerie light in the blood mist.

The roof of the car collapsed.

The utility pole broke off, hit the car, and bounced away.

The entire vehicle resembled a squeezed fish can, deforming, shrinking, and twisting inch by inch from front to back.

Ultimately, it was completely destroyed!

That haunted No. 4 bus, which had once caused countless bizarre crashes, now lay slumped like a pile of broken metal and wood.

On the path between Yin and Yang, he could no longer move.

To put it more simply, it was knocked out with a single punch, falling into complete silence, unable to even unleash much of its strange power.

The crowd that had retreated to a distance were all dumbfounded.

The fat man opened his mouth wide and exclaimed, "My God—"

One punch?!

He pointed at the pile of broken, unusable junk, his voice trembling.

"Four paranormal buses! A paranormal bus in its full, peak condition! It got smashed to pieces with a single punch?!"

Ning Kai swallowed hard.

"Is this even human?!"

The woman in the cheongsam remained silent.

She just stared blankly at the figure who still stood with one hand behind his back, her eyes filled with fear and shock.

One punch shatters the ghost bus.

What does this mean?

She didn't even dare to think about it.

Perhaps—the strongest night watchman of the Republic of China era could!

But that being was the one who ended a bizarre era.

Invincible is his synonym.

No strange phenomenon can defeat him; the only thing that can defeat him is the irretrievable passage of time.

Even though Yang Kaitai has become the strongest Night's Watchman of our time, in the eyes of the woman in the cheongsam, he is still only of average level among the top Night's Watchmen of the previous era, and probably not even in the top three.

If I can't make the top three, then I'll be fourth!

As everyone was shocked—

The front of the wrecked car suddenly lit up with a red light.

The deformed sheet metal, broken planks, and scattered shards of glass were all enveloped in a red light.

The red light grew stronger and brighter, changing from bright red to deep red, like a red balloon being blown up, constantly expanding and enveloping all directions.

Ghostland!

Yang Kaitai's Ghost Domain.

Moreover, it immediately features five layers of ghost domains stacked together!

Red light surged from the front of the car, rushing towards Xia Xinghan like a tide.

It will drag him into the realm of ghosts, trap him with its rules, and tear him apart with its eerie power.

A crimson light filled the sky.

Wherever they went, the road surface of the Yin-Yang Road disappeared, and the fat man, Ning Kai, the woman in the cheongsam—everyone disappeared.

Only red light remained.

And Xia Xinghan in the red light.

And there was that figure slowly rising from the ruins.

Yang Kaitai stood deep within the red light. On his pale face, the ghost driver's face had disappeared, replaced by his own.

But those eerie green eyes were now filled with shock.

Because the red light cannot get close to Xia Xinghan!

Those intense red lights, hailed as the most powerful force among the strange and supernatural, were completely shut off three feet away from Xia Xinghan.

He stood there, and within a three-foot radius around him, everything was clear and bright.

In the bright red world, there was only that three-foot space, without a trace of red.

Yang Kaitai's voice came from the depths of the red light, filled with barely suppressed shock.

"Isolating the ghost realm?"

"Even the Fivefold Ghost Realm can't do anything to you?"

"If that's the case—what about the deeper realms of ghosts?!"

Yang Kaitai stared at Xia Xinghan, then raised his hand and wiped the ghost mask.

That face changed again.

He became an old man with a face full of wrinkles.

The red light representing the ghost realm suddenly intensified.

Sixfold!

Sevenfold!

Yae!

With the eight layers of ghostly domains overlapping, the entire space began to distort.

The red light was so intense that it solidified, transforming into tangible chains of rules that frantically tore at the three feet of clarity surrounding Xia Xinghan.

Three feet of Qingming Festival, still motionless.

"Even the Eightfold Demon Realm can't do anything about it?"

Upon seeing this, Yang Kaitai's eyes flashed with disbelief, but it was quickly replaced by coldness and ruthlessness.

With a flick of the wrist!

This time, what appeared on the ghost mask was a charred and hideous face.

His skin was charred black and bloody, but two green flames flickered in his eye sockets.

That's a will-o'-the-wisp.

"Let's try the will-o'-the-wisp."

His voice also became hoarse, like a broken gong that had been smoked.

The words fell.

Clusters of vibrant green flames spontaneously ignited on Xia Xinghan's body.

The flames had no heat; instead, they exuded a chilling coldness.

That's a will-o'-the-wisp!

It doesn't ignite reality, it only burns the bizarre.

They started burning from the hem of Xia Xinghan's clothes, from his shoulders, from the tips of his hair, and instantly spread throughout his body.

The flames burned brighter and brighter.

It burned higher and higher.

In the blink of an eye, Xia Xinghan was engulfed by green flames, transforming into a giant torch.

The torch shot skyward—three meters? Ten meters? One hundred meters?

It's endless.

Flames shot straight into the sky, turning the entire Eightfold Ghost Realm a ghastly green.

In the distance, the fat man and his companions stared in disbelief.

"This—this is—"

Ning Kai's voice was trembling.

"The will-o'-the-wisp grows stronger when faced with a stronger opponent—"

"The stronger the target, the fiercer the flames burn."

He stared at the towering torch, muttering in shock, "Back then, the captain burned down a terrifying apartment building, classified as a super S-level eerie place. It burned for seven days and seven nights, and the torch was only four or five meters high—"

"How long will this burn?"

No one answered him.

Everyone stared blankly at the torch and the figure engulfed in flames.

next second.

The torch has been extinguished!

One second it was a raging inferno, the next it came to an abrupt end.

Xia Xinghan stood there, clean and tidy, his clothes intact, his hair undamaged, and the green flames seemed to have never existed.

He raised his hand and casually dusted off his sleeves.

"not enough."

"Still not enough. This level of strength is not worthy to be compared to me!"

Yang Kaitai's pupils contracted violently.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand to wipe his face again.