There’s no denying, the slap from Song Yun was fast, accurate, and ruthless. The Ghost King flew directly towards the clinic, spewing a mouthful of blood mingled with a few teeth as it happened. What struck others with terror was that the Ghost King’s blood was strangely tinged with a bluish-purple. According to Song Yun’s thoughts, this person seemed to be fully poisoned, and heavily so. It was quite bewildering to Song Yun that such a person could still be alive, and seemingly well. Could this Ghost King truly be a ghost? The human body really is a wondrous thing. After flying almost ten meters through the air, the Ghost King crashed to the ground with a thud. However, he quickly got up and stared at Song Yun in horror, exclaiming, "How are you unharmed?" "You can’t touch me, naturally I’m fine," Song Yun responded smugly. "Why couldn’t I touch you? What was that searing sensation just now?" the Ghost King continued to question. At this point, Song Yun was basking in his own pride. "Have you heard of Inner Qi?" Song Yun boasted, "Do you know what it means to suppress it to its limits? Do you know how to use Inner Qi as a protective shield?" "Impossible!" the Ghost King was even more shocked, "How can Inner Qi be compressed into a shield? Even Azure Dragon can’t do that!" "Why not?" Song Yun wondered aloud, feeling that what he did was not all that difficult. The Ghost King replied, "You think Inner Qi is just any air, free to compress as you wish? At your age? Last time I saw you, you couldn’t even use Inner Qi. Even if you can use it now, how much could you have accumulated? Compressing a tiny bit of Inner Qi would likely make it disappear altogether. How could it form a shield? Do you have any idea how vast an amount of Inner Qi is needed to form a shield? It’s seemingly endless. Even with Azure Dragon’s years of accumulation, it would not reach such an amount!" Hearing what the Ghost King said, Song Yun finally understood why he was so shocked. Given Song Yun’s age and the time he had possessed Inner Qi, he should have only accumulated a small degree of it. Upon compression, the volume would definitely reduce, perhaps to the size of a cell, rendering it useless. However, his Inner Qi had become quite peculiar after a previous incident, as if it were inexhaustible, allowing him to extravagantly compress and coat it on his limbs, forming a shield-like structure. "Indeed, I am the protagonist," Song Yun gleefully thought. "I’m like playing with cheat codes here; my Inner Qi is exponentially greater than others. In any future fights, although my skills are inferior, my magic power is forever inexhaustible." "What method did you use to resist my toxins?" the Ghost King asked, fixing his gaze on Song Yun. "Ah, that’s a secret not to be shared. You know every protagonist has their own secrets," Song Yun chided smugly. "Since your ultimate technique has no effect on me, it’s my turn to have fun with you next. Hahaha!" As soon as Song Yun finished speaking, his body accelerated towards the Ghost King suddenly. The Ghost King hurriedly retreated, shaking out a few bizarre insects from his body. But, having figured out the Ghost King’s pattern, Song Yun moved to disregard these poisonous creatures. The Gu Technique relies heavily on stealth; it’s seldom used in direct combat. The Ghost King had always been a bit unconventional. But meeting with Song Yun, a divine being seemingly shielded by Vajra, the Ghost King was bound for tragedy. In just a few breaths, Song Yun was already in front of the Ghost King. Then, he simply unleashed a barrage of combination punches. The Ghost King reacted quickly, yet couldn’t match Song Yun, a physical combat specialist. Once Song Yun engaged Inner Qi, the Ghost King was inevitably pressed down by Song Yun’s assault. It shows just how impressive Inner Qi can be. The Ghost King’s body retreated swiftly, continuously blocking Song Yun’s attacks, yet it all seemed futile. Song Yun’s attacks landed one by one, and despite the Ghost King’s unknown physical toughness, under Song Yun’s iron fists, he spat mouthfuls of blood. Finally, as he vomited his fifth mouthful of blood, the Ghost King felt the urge to flee. But would Song Yun let him escape so easily? As they say, a gentleman avenges a wrong openly. Seeing Ghost King no longer a match, Song Yun wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip, lest he not be himself. "Ghost King, today you remain here," Song Yun declared, grabbing the Ghost King’s arm with a grin and bending it backwards with force. The Ghost King’s arm snapped just like that in Song Yun’s grip! "Ah!" Original content can be found at novel⚑fire.net The Ghost King cried out, kicking at Song Yun. Song Yun simply sidestepped, then struck down at the Ghost King’s other arm with a knife-hand chop. Another crisp sound, and the bone in the Ghost King’s other arm broke under Song Yun’s strike. With both arms broken, the Ghost King couldn’t bear it any longer and released countless poisonous insects from his body. It was quite the spectacular sight, with creatures of all kinds—snakes, rats, dragonflies—forming a dark swarm. Song Yun was startled, pondering how to eliminate these creatures, when the Ghost King shouted, "If you don’t let me leave, believe it or not, I’ll make the woman in the room die!" Song Yun hesitated momentarily, looking at the creatures in front of him. If they didn’t target him and instead went after Lu Xiaoman, that would indeed pose a problem. There were many of them. While Song Yun was confident in taking down over ninety percent, if even one got through and bit Lu Xiaoman, he’d have to atone with his life. During Song Yun’s moment of indecision, the Ghost King decisively turned and fled. Even though he fled, a master running is quite different from a normal person; his arms naturally fell to his sides, swinging gracefully, looking particularly remarkable.