Lin Pangpang struck in fury, shouting Meatball Crash, but what he actually swung was a spiked club.
It was the very one wielded by the Resentful Ghost who had ambushed Ye Wenjun earlier.
The other party had been too focused on escaping at the time, and Su Wuming had casually confiscated the weapon.
It had to be said, this spiked club, Spirit-Infused by Ji Boxiao using the Golden Heart, possessed tremendous attack power. Only Su Wuming had dared to take it head-on with Armament Haki. Any other Bronze Nine-Star Spirit Martial Practitioner would have had their brains splattered.
Lin Pangpang had tested it. Its armor-piercing ability was extraordinary; only the hardening of Armament Haki could contend with it.
And now, Lin Pangpang's strike not only relied on the spiked club, but was also coated in Armament Haki, while his blood vitality was unleashed to its fullest.
With a clang, a shower of sparks flashed. Ji Boxiao was forced back five steps before steadying himself.
Lin Pangpang's palms split open at once, but fortunately, his Blood Vitality Flourishing quickly restored them.
Why was this guy's body so hard?
Across from him, Ji Boxiao raised a hand and lightly wiped the ghost-face mask on his face.
"Interesting. I can't even control something I created. This Armament Haki really is remarkable. I want it. Once I turn him into a Ghost Slave, everything he has will be mine."
"Dream on. Get past me before you start talking big." Lin Pangpang pointed the spiked club at Ji Boxiao without the slightest fear.
"Hahaha... Just you, a Food Type? What nonsense."
"And me!" After rescuing Su Wuming, Qin Ming cast Tyrant's Guard on him before stepping forward.
Now, he needed to buy Su Wuming five minutes to break through.
However, Qin Ming's gaze was soon