Red Ghost: It Had Been So Long Since I Was Human

"Then I'll make a fool of myself."

Liu Zheng stepped forward, curling the tips of his tentacles into fists and smashing them toward Red Ghost.

After becoming a Tentacle Monster, his attack range had increased, and so had the number of attacks he could make, but there were inconveniences too.

The Chen Family Fist he had learned focused on close-range power generation, hammer fists, and elbow strikes. It lacked mid- to long-range attacks and leg techniques, making it poorly suited to tentacle-based combat.

If he had learned whip techniques or the long-range Pigua Palm, four tentacles lashing together would have been unstoppable even by immortals.

"A weak and feeble punch."

Red Ghost shook his head and stepped back.

At the same time, he raised his fist and drew it back, like a great bow.

Then his body twisted, and his fist shot out like an arrowhead.

"Smack!"

A crisp, decisive impact rang through the warehouse, as clear as a whip striking marble.

Red Ghost's fist was nearly as hard as stone. Beneath his rough skin were nothing but fascia and bone, with scarcely any flesh in sight.

Yet his fist was extraordinarily powerful, as though that strength came not from muscle, but from heavy, surging blood.

"Crack!"

Liu Zheng did not need to look. From the sound alone, he knew one of his tentacles had fractured.

But it was no big deal. One had broken; he still had three.

Taking advantage of Red Ghost having fully committed to his move, he immediately swung his other three tentacles down like hammers.

Still, he was not completely unreasonable. He did not strike Red Ghost's face, but aimed for his shoulders, chest, and abdomen.

Red Ghost, now reduced to a mortal, naturally could not retract his fist in time to block. But since