Bang! Bang!
Bluish-purple tattoos surfaced all over Muscle Man's skin.
They were vicious ghosts with blue faces and fangs, carrying a red sedan chair with octagonal eaves. Light seemed to shine from inside it.
Ghost Tattoo!
He did not use any terrifying Supernatural Means—or perhaps it was more accurate to say that his Physical Body itself was the most terrifying supernatural means. Every punch he threw was accompanied by a despairing wail from the air.
It was as if the resentment of living people before death had condensed into groans and screams.
It was terrifying.
Boom!
He threw another punch.
It was an utterly ordinary punch, yet it stirred up a terrifying shock wave in the air, shredding dozens of sheets of flying yellow paper.
"Stop dodging. Let me hit you a few times." Muscle Man grinned viciously.
Burning Paper Man's expression darkened.
He was wrapped in a chilly wind, drifting through the air like a ghost. He controlled the vicious ghosts on the yellow paper to charge at Muscle Man while constantly dodging his attacks.
But the results were poor. The yellow paper could not get close, and he could not rely on the Ghost Domain to retreat very far.
Every time he tried to widen the distance,
his opponent would tear open the void, forcing him to stop.
So far,
this terrifying Muscle Man had used no attack method other than his Physical Body. But Burning Paper Man absolutely did not believe that this was the extent of his abilities.
"He isn't from Liunian Village."
"Another faction has entered the West District, and it's even more troublesome than Liunian Village."
Muscle Man had not introduced himself, so Burning Paper Man had no idea where this man came from. At least in his memory, he could not recall any