The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Chapter 176 The Ghoul's Long-Awaited Super Power

He didn't even have time to see what was rushing towards him before the Eye of Death was activated on its own, and everything around him suddenly slowed down.

The creature's movements as it pounced in mid-air were as if someone were dragging it frame by frame, and he could see clearly every extension of its bone claws and every twist of its muscles.

His psychic senses then spread out in the darkness, capturing the trajectory that his night vision had not yet been able to discern.

The tip of the longsword in his hand was guided by that sense and went straight to meet it.

With a "thud!" the blade pierced through half of the creature's head, entering above its eye socket and exiting from the back of its skull.

The thing lunged forward with great force, but Zhang Chang'an's strength was equally astonishing. With a flick of his wrists, the monster was immediately stopped in mid-air by the blade, its entire body suspended on the edge.

The limbs were still stretching forward, but the head had been completely pierced through, and the entire body was hanging on the blade.

"ah!!!"

The thing let out a shrill howl, the sound squeezed out from deep in its throat, rough and hoarse, carrying a rotten, fishy stench, which sprayed directly onto his face.

Zhang Chang'an then looked closely and, looking past its bony claws that were waving at him, finally saw what the thing looked like.

This monster was roughly humanoid, but it was hard to say whether it resembled a corpse or a monster more. It was hunched over and shorter than an average adult, but its muscles were frighteningly bulging, twisted and contorted at the bones.

The skin was a dull, ashen blue, covered with festering wounds and dark red bloodstains. In several places, the skin and flesh were turned inside out, revealing the still pulsating dark red flesh beneath.

Its head was deformed and swollen, without complete facial features. A huge mouth that split to the roots of its ears occupied most of its face, filled with countless sharp teeth, like those of a wild beast. It could never close and was always dripping with foul-smelling saliva.

His eye sockets sank deeper, and his two cloudy, grayish-white pupils gleamed with a cold, menacing light in the darkness.

His outstretched arms were abnormally thick, and their proportions were very strange compared to his body, being much longer than his legs.

The dark red muscles on the forearm are intertwined like tentacles, with several sharp, knife-like bone claws extending from the ends.

The name "ghoul," which he had little prior knowledge of, suddenly popped into his mind in that instant.

While he was still in a daze, the monster he had strangled on the spot clearly hadn't stopped struggling. Its two huge claws rose up and immediately stretched towards Zhang Chang'an's throat, the bone claws spread wide, each one carrying a foul stench.

The effects of the Death Eye were still present. Although its movements were explosive, they still appeared very slow to Zhang Chang'an.

"Hey!" He immediately turned around, twisted his wrist, and flicked the tip of his knife upward, lifting the ghoul even higher and suspending its entire body further away, leaving it with nowhere to put its four claws.

At the same time, he turned around, raised his foot, and kicked out with one leg, aiming directly at the ghoul's chest.

"Pfft!!" A very loud sound rang out. The moment Zhang Chang'an kicked out, his body turned completely around, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly pulled out.

At the same time, his foot slammed down on the ghoul's chest, and with that push and pull, Bingzi Jiaolin's blade instantly sliced ​​horizontally out of the ghoul's head.

They cut off the remaining half of the head, along with the deformed facial features. The creature's skull split in two instantly, gushing out grayish-white brain matter and black blood.

At the same time, the ghoul's body was kicked backward by him.

With a whooshing sound, the monster slammed heavily against the rammed earth wall.

The sound of flesh and blood exploding echoed in the corridor. The severed head, along with most of the body, exploded on the spot, and rotten flesh and bone fragments covered the wall, flowing down the wall.

"Whoosh—" Zhang Chang'an quickly retracted his leg and returned to his stance, the Bingzi Pepper Blade held horizontally in front of him, with a few strands of black flesh still hanging on the blade, dripping down from the tip. He stared at the puddle of something pasted on the wall, his chest heaving.

Before him, the thing he had kicked to pieces was no longer recognizable as human; it was just a lump of rotten flesh plastered to the wall. But the mess and the stench emanating from it reminded him that this was absolutely real.

Zhang Chang'an quickly took a deep breath. He focused his mind and decisively opened his ears, listening intently towards the dark cave entrance.

At first, there was no sound at all, except that the closed passage was suddenly opened up, and the wind howled from deep inside, carrying a damp, rotten smell of earth.

However, he also quickly noticed other unusual noises, some far away and some near, some digging in the soil and some grinding their teeth.

Although the sounds varied in intensity and were rather fragmented, he could tell they were all the same as the one from before: frenzied, vicious, and full of aggression. Their sizes might differ slightly, but they were all definitely like that—ghoul-like monsters.

He reopened his eyes and glanced at the shattered ghoul corpse in front of him: "Although it's very strange, this thing doesn't seem to be a product of alchemy. In this kind of world, this kind of thing should be considered a very common evil spirit in the West."

But why would it appear in a place like this? Outside—"

He didn't hesitate for long, because while he was thinking, he didn't stop receiving the voices from the other side of the information wall. As if sensing that things had quieted down on his side, he quickly began to move over.

The sounds of digging, grinding teeth, and growling mingled together, like a pot of boiling water bubbling and surging in one direction.

The most recent roar was particularly loud; the creature's voice was rough and deep, and it was followed by the sound of its claws digging in the soil.

First it was the ground beneath the wall, and then it quickly moved to the wall in front of us.

"Crack—" With each strike of the rammed earth, the wall trembled. It was getting closer and closer to the wall. Closer and closer, the sound of digging became more urgent and frequent, and behind it were countless other things, just like it, probing or following.

Therefore, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Forget it, whatever this nonsense, we'll just take a look and see what's going on!"

Zhang Chang'an socialized and studied in Paris, remaining quiet for a long time, but just like last time when he slapped Fulban to the ground, he never forgot the power within him.

He feared alchemists who could control their physical abilities, but they were just a bunch of little monsters who would dig up people's graves; he could take them down with a single punch!

With a loud "crack!!", a large patch of sand shattered as if it had been blasted open by explosives. The already somewhat weak part of the wall was broken apart, and countless pieces of sand and gravel flew out.

But this wasn't the piece the ghoul had dug up. It was another piece of wall next to it, just a step away.

The ghoul's claws were still suspended in mid-air, not yet able to fall.

A fist covered in metal plates emerged from the crack in the wall, amidst countless grains of sand and gravel, its five fingers clenched, flashing briefly in the firelight.

The fist, carrying the weight and force of the entire person, slammed into its face.

"Bang!"

"Saki! Click!"

The ghoul's head snapped backward the instant the fist struck it, its neck cracking with a sharp sound as most of its skull shattered.

At the same time, his entire body was sent flying backward amidst the flying rubble and clods of earth.

The airflow surged violently in the confined underground space, as if the surrounding air had been compressed into a ball by that fist, and then exploded with a bang, pushing out rubble and dust along with it.

Zhang Chang'an emerged from the hole in the wall. His upper body was already covered by the steam-powered armor.

As he moved, a few long-absent wisps of steam slowly dissipated, becoming part of Zhang Chang'an's swirling smoke in addition to the drifting sand and dust.

"Click!" Zhang Chang'an gripped the sword with both hands, the blade of the Bingzi Jiaolin sword facing forward, the hilt already tightly held by the fingers of the outer armor.

"Come on!" He pushed off with his foot. Gravel exploded behind his heel.