Chapter 21: Great! It

As an outsider from another world, Jia Ji could not be called someone who “sees,” yet neither could he be said to see nothing at all.

Because what he uses to see is not his own eyes—or rather, not merely his own eyes.

But also “feeling.”

He could sense the presence of formless, intangible things in places invisible to the naked eye, as if existing at the boundary between another world and this one, radiating an ominous sensation—this was also why he could intuitively seize the two ghosts trying to harm Jianzi.

With only physical force, he could not reach them; he could do this precisely because—life’s spiritual energy.

As a practitioner of the Northern Dipper, Jia Ji’s vitality far surpassed that of any human Jianzi had ever encountered, reaching an absurd level.

A fierce life force, burning like firewood, instantly scorched any ghost it unconsciously touched; if summoned by instinct alone, even ghosts could be seized.

And in the instant he unleashed his battle aura, the world changed.

A supernatural, alien force transported him into the world of the gifted.

An abnormal fluctuation spread outward from his location in all directions, and the vague, only-feelable things before him shifted—their vision now like a filter of the netherworld.

“So this is what ‘seeing’ feels like!”

Jia Ji, grinning, charged into the encircling horde and slammed his fist—wrapped in Dragon Battle Aura—forward!

BOOM!

A monstrous ghost, its body strung together like a human centipede, writhed violently on the ground; all six of its heads had been shattered by a single punch, and from the severed necks, agonized screams continued to spew forth.

“Ew! So disgusting!”

The sensation of striking a ghost differed utterly from striking a sandbag, a tree, a rock, or even a human body.

Jia Ji had expected a sensation like punching a balloon; instead, he felt as if he’d struck a pile of rotting mud—though it collapsed instantly, all manner of foul fluids clung to his hands, impossible to shake off, as if he’d burst open a soft, wriggling worm.

The feeling was intensely unpleasant, deeply infuriating.

Jia Ji glared at the grotesque centipede ghost on the ground and stomped on it. “Scream all you want! It won’t reattach your head!”

Witnessing their companion’s fate, even the mindless ghostly souls let out a unified shriek and surged from all directions, drowning Jia Ji in their numbers.

Jia Ji, tightly embraced and crushed by repulsive limbs and torsos, felt a sucking force—the ghostly mass was attempting to draw in his body, limbs, and face; an endless tide of chilling energy flooded into his consciousness. Any ordinary person would have collapsed immediately.

But this was not some bizarre rule-bound world, and he was no ordinary human.

They had no instant-death conditions, taboos, or special abilities—they were merely ordinary spiritual ghosts, plain and unremarkable, save for their terrifying appearances.

Therefore, against Jia Ji, they had only one fate: to be beaten!

“Master Dragon Fist said untrained disciples must not use Northern Dipper Fist against humans—but he never said I couldn’t kill ghosts. Then let you be my first practice targets!”

ZI—

!!!

As the battle aura forced from his body grew fiercer, Jia Ji’s entire frame radiated crackling electrical currents, each strand drilling into and piercing the bodies of the dozens of ghosts surrounding him, locking them rigid in place.

The two spirit mediums, who had been preparing to act but found no opening, could only stare in stunned silence.

“W-what are these blue things?!”

Xiaoting’s grandmother rubbed her eyes, confirming she wasn’t suffering from old-age blindness—there truly existed a person in the real world who could emit such dazzling light waves.

“Modern technology couldn’t achieve this…” muttered Luo Mu, the black-clad prodigy, who saw no trace of any projection device on the sudden intruder—nor could he have hidden one.

From within a massive, dark, shapeless sphere, dozens of blue energy columns pierced outward, and Jia Ji’s voice rang out: “Don’t forget to screenshot and post it in the group, Jianzi!”

“O-oh! Okay!” the girl replied, dazed, as if waking from a dream.

Jia Ji: “By the way, my favorite animal is the ocean sunfish!”

“Why are you saying this now?!”

“Hah! Because my next move is called—‘Northern Dipper Ocean Sunfish Exploding Fist’!!”

The next second, frantic rapid strikes and desperate screams erupted simultaneously.

Apologies, but before describing the ghosts' horrific condition, I must interrupt.

Have any of you heard of the ocean sunfish?

“Ocean sunfish” can mean a vehicle that flipped in an accident, but it can also refer to a marine animal—the ocean sunfish.

The ocean sunfish, also called “head fish,” has a body mostly composed of its head, lacking a caudal fin—it’s essentially a “swimming head.”

A strangely shaped, prolifically spawning large fish.

Yet beyond its stupidity, several legends cling to this fish, such as:

Despite its large size, fishermen who haul it up, upon touching or startling it, suddenly—

It’s clearly just a rumor, but past Northern Dipper Fist masters believed it, and thus created this ultimate technique, turning enemies into mere scraps like the fish in the tale—touch them and they die, strike them and they perish! The ancient Northern Dipper masters had quite a sense of whimsy.

Since the death method is the Northern Dipper Fist’s signature explosion, it was named “Northern Dipper Ocean Sunfish Exploding Fist!”

“Eyyaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Gwaaaaahhhhhhh!”

“Gwoh!”

“Aiyi!”

“Jixi!”

The horrifying, piercing screams jolted human nerves, evoking terror yet strangely stirring a sliver of pity.

Jianzi had never imagined ghosts could produce such a rich variety of sounds.

Their deformed heads collapsed inward, ribs twisted and tangled together, bloated bellies narrowed and thinned as if bound by an invisible belt—each and every one screamed in agony under invisible force.

“Strange.”

Jia Ji was astonished.

Contrary to human bodies, these ghosts, after being struck by Northern Dipper Fist, did not swell—they kept shrinking, until… they could shrink no further!

“Pop.”

With a crisp snap of his fingers, the explosion’s feast began.

BOOM!

Continuous black mist and shattered fragments sprayed outward across a twenty-meter radius, while the tall boy, wearing a terrifying ghost mask, stepped calmly from the blast’s center, back turned to his own creation.

Like a demon from hell, having just completed a massacre.

[Yinyang Eye Jianzi: [image.jpg]]

[Great Spirit God: Great shot o(￣▽￣)ｄ Real men never look back at explosions]

Can ghosts not be killed without secret acupoints?

Northern Dipper Fist is not such a clumsy fist art!

(End of Chapter)