Just as the crowd and Crazy Ghost reached a stalemate, tension and a foul stench hanging in the air, a villager who thought himself clever quietly circled behind Crazy Ghost. Clutching a brick, his eyes vicious, he planned to strike a "dirty blow." He crept along on tiptoe, convinced that neither gods nor ghosts would notice him.
But the instant the brick rose, just before it came smashing down, Crazy Ghost, who had been facing off against the crowd, seemed to grow eyes in the back of his head. Without even turning around, he whipped his arm backward! With a splat and a brief scream, a precisely launched clump of unidentified yellow-brown matter blossomed across the sneak attacker's entire face. The man covered his face and staggered backward, muffled wails escaping his mouth.
That precise "blind shot" lit the powder keg once and for all! "Get him! Beat that shit-flinging lunatic to death!" the burly man leading the crowd roared. He hefted his hoe and charged straight at Xiao Yi, the first to attack. His build was massive, his footsteps heavy, and his momentum ferocious.
Facing the burly man's furious charge, Crazy Ghost advanced rather than retreating, an excited, savage grin even spreading across his face. He abruptly lifted the shit bucket, gripped the long handle of his dung ladle with one hand, and struck a ridiculous, bizarre stance. At the same time, he unleashed an earth-shaking cry: "Take this! Sky-Soaring Dragon Slash!!"
With that cry, he swung his arm in a full arc, tracing a decidedly "fragrant" curve through the air with his dung ladle. A brimming scoop of freshly produced, steaming "gold" flew like "sword energy," whistling through the air and splattering squarely across the burly man's face! All the man saw was a flash of yellow before an indescribable stench blasted straight into the crown of his skull. His sight and smell suffered devastating blows at the same time. Instantly disoriented, he stumbled to a halt.
"Hi-yah!"
Crazy Ghost pressed his advantage mercilessly. While his opponent was immobilized by the "face-splatter finisher," he suddenly leaped forward, curled his body in midair, then snapped outward like a spring. Raising his dung ladle high, he slammed it down on the crown of the burly man's head! With a dull thump, the ladle struck solidly. Although it did no real damage, the impact mixed with filth and the wet, slippery sensation atop his head shattered the man completely. He squatted on the ground, clutching his head and face as he dry-heaved.
The sequence had unfolded as swiftly as a hare springing up and a falcon swooping down. Those thoroughly "fragrant" attacks stunned the villagers around him, who had been itching to make a move. A few standing nearby were splashed by the flung sewage and immediately shrieked in terror. They tried to wipe the stains from their clothes while retreating fearfully, terrified of becoming the next target of a "golden headshot."
Some of those who had been splashed wanted to charge in for revenge, but looking at the dung ladle in Xiao Yi's hand, constantly dripping yellow liquid, and that full bucket of "strategic reserves," they simply could not muster the courage.
Seeing this, Crazy Ghost grew even more smug, swinging his dung ladle with the force of a tiger stirring the wind. One moment, like a martial arts master, he flung the "stock" in his ladle in sweeping arcs, forming a ring of "golden defenses" around himself while chanting, "Behold my Eighteen Dragon Shit Techniques!" The next, he abruptly hugged the shit bucket to himself and spun rapidly in place, flinging its filthy contents outward in a fan and sending the crowd scattering like panicked chickens and dogs amid endless screams. "Have a taste of this Golden Dragon Tornado!"
Crazy Ghost was like a rubber ball coated in unspeakable substances, bouncing and leaping through the narrow alley with extraordinary agility. Whenever someone tried to approach, he immediately flung a ladleful of "hidden weapons" or simply rammed into them, exploiting their disgust and evasive movements to create distance. He never gave anyone a chance to get close enough to grab him.
Wedged into the crowd, Xiao Yan went completely numb as he watched the "earth-shaking" shit battle before him. His mouth hung open, and for a long while he could not utter a word. He had imagined countless scenes of reuniting with this "fellow countryman," but never anything like this. This guy... wasn't just outrageously sociable, he was a combat genius! Though... this fighting style really was... far too hard-hitting. He could even see some of the flying "gold" drifting his way...
High on the rooftop, even Ling Ying, who had witnessed countless grand spectacles, nearly stumbled and slipped off the tiles at the shocking "shit battle" below. In all his years, he had carried out countless dangerous missions and seen every variety of bizarre fighting style. But a youth who used filth as his main weapon and still fought with such method, such momentum, even a faint air of a grandmaster (?)-that was absolutely a first!
"This brat... what godforsaken nook did a freak like him crawl out of? Isn't he a little too ferocious?!"
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Ling Ying quickly gathered his focus. The scene below was becoming increasingly chaotic, and the enraged villagers were beginning to lose their reason. The young lady was still secretly following behind Young Master Xiao Yan; it would be bad if she got caught up in this. His figure flickered as he slipped silently down from the rooftop. Like a ghost merging into the shadows, he appeared a short distance behind Xun'er, his vigilant gaze sweeping the surroundings, ready to handle any sudden developments and ensure her safety.
Sure enough, after their brief terror, the villagers, thoroughly enraged by Crazy Ghost's dung-ladle attacks that could only be described as "biochemical strikes," erupted into even fiercer fury. "Fuck it! Who cares anymore! Tear down this lunatic's doghouse first! Let's see where he sleeps tonight!" someone shouted, and the others immediately responded. Even those splashed with sewage forgot their disgust. Grabbing their tools, their eyes red with rage, they skirted Xiao Yi's frontal firing range and charged toward the crude shack.
Seeing his "base" about to suffer forced demolition, Crazy Ghost's gaze sharpened, and the flippant smile on his face faded somewhat. He suddenly plunged the dung ladle deep into the yellow liquid in the bucket. Then, driving from his waist, the muscles in his arms bulging, he used the ladle as an axle and rapidly spun the entire bucket against the ground!
Something astonishing happened! Under the centrifugal force generated by the high-speed rotation, the full bucket of thick yellow-brown liquid seemed to become some peculiar "non-Newtonian fluid." It clung tightly to the inside of the bucket without spilling a single drop! The entire shit bucket spun like a high-speed top, giving off a muffled hum and an intimidating aura.
"Have a taste of my Whirlpool Yellow Dragon Hammer!"
Crazy Ghost bellowed, gripping the ladle handle tightly with both hands. Pushing the rapidly spinning shit bucket like a bulldozer, he rammed viciously into one of the villagers at the front of the charge! The villager felt a tremendous impact mixed with a gust of foul-smelling air. With a thud, he was knocked head over heels and rolled onto the ground, unable to get up for a long while.
Crazy Ghost did not stop after landing his hit. Using the momentum of the rotation, he abruptly lifted the shit bucket, then jumped straight up. The spinning "Yellow Dragon Hammer" crashed down on the head of another villager trying to approach the shack, like Mount Tai bearing down from above! Thump! Another teeth-aching impact rang out as the bucket's rim made intimate contact with the man's skull. His vision went black, and he followed in his companion's footsteps.
But it was not over yet! Under everyone's horrified gazes, Crazy Ghost suddenly swung his "Whirlpool Yellow Dragon Hammer" and spun toward the densest part of the crowd! Everyone fled like rats, clutching their heads in terror. Yet even with movements that broad, the yellow liquid in the bucket still did not leak out. And each collision seemed not to drain the "great hammer's" kinetic energy, but to charge it up instead!
Watching that juggling-like precision from a distance, Xiao Yan's eyes twitched uncontrollably. This guy... not only was his weapon bizarre, even his fighting techniques defied belief! Just where had this monster come from? Close behind Xiao Yan, Xun'er watched with her little mouth slightly open as that figure twisted and leaped through the filth, routing everyone in his path. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with shock and curiosity, and disgust...
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