Chapter 0622: The Mighty One-Horned Ghost King
That arm was thicker than a normal man's thigh, each muscle knotted and coiled like a writhing dragon. As power surged through it, the muscles rippled with terrifying momentum. The pressure it exuded swept over the surroundings like a tidal wave—so overwhelming that even before the contest began, many lost the courage to fight. The pressure was simply too immense.
What did it mean to say an arm couldn't overpower a thigh? This guy claimed he could twist a whole thigh into a rope if it blocked his way.
"Sometimes, victory doesn't belong to whoever has more muscle. Strength doesn't always equal power,"Yi Tianxing said calmly, as if he hadn't noticed the enormous arm at all.
"You think you can beat me? If you don't want to get humiliated, just hand over those ten jars of Dukang wine. Give me the wine, and we'll still be friends—brothers, even,"Old Ghost grinned widely and repeated his demand.
"No need for words. Let's begin."Yi Tianxing replied casually and took a seat at a table.
Old Ghost sat across from him. His massive frame caused the entire chair to groan as if it were in pain. Fortunately, everything in this inn was crafted from sturdy mortal-grade materials. Though the chair creaked and moaned, it didn't break.
"Chair, be strong,"Wang Xiao'er muttered unconsciously as he watched the seat suffer under Old Ghost's weight.
This remark made Old Ghost's face darken as he let out a cold snort.
"Come on then. Let me finish this quickly so I can go drink,"Old Ghost said eagerly. He slammed his massive elbow onto the table.
The table didn't budge—it was built solid.
"Then let's do this,"Yi Tianxing placed his right arm on the table. Compared to Old Ghost's, his arm looked like a child's beside a grown man's. Yet his limb was steady and unshaken, without a trace of fear.
One massive hand and one slender hand clasped tightly in the center.
By now, nearly every cultivator in the inn had gathered around them. Their eyes blazed with excitement and curiosity.
"Who'll win? Old Ghost's physical strength is legendary. They say he once flipped a charging iron-armored rhinoceros in the desert and shattered a sand dune with one punch. He's born with divine power—like a demon god."
"I bet Old Ghost wins. No one in the area has ever bested him in raw strength. This newcomer doesn't look imposing at all—no way he's stronger."
"Don't be so sure. Strength isn't just about size. Sometimes, the smaller ones are more dangerous—concentrated power is the deadliest kind. If this man dared challenge Old Ghost, he must have some confidence. He could even be a body cultivator with comparable physical strength."
"Look, it's starting!"
Old Ghost's arm bulged with muscles like coiling dragons. Power surged into his limb, and he clearly meant to end the contest in one decisive strike.
"Hmm?"But the moment he exerted force, Old Ghost let out a surprised grunt. He expected to immediately overpower his opponent, yet it felt like his strength had plunged into a bottomless abyss. Yi Tianxing's seemingly unimpressive arm remained absolutely motionless, as steady as an immovable pillar.
"What's going on? Is he hiding his true strength? How could he be stronger than me? That's impossible!"Old Ghost's arrogance instantly evaporated.
He wasn't stupid. In fact, he was keenly aware of his own strength. He had used no less than 30% of it—and still hadn't moved Yi Tianxing's hand an inch. That alone said everything.
"You're pretending to be weak... But don't think that withstanding 30% of my strength means you've won. I'll show you—50% strength!"Old Ghost's eyes glinted sharply as he shouted, releasing a surge of blood energy. His muscles tightened further, and terrifying force poured into his arm.
"Not bad. That's already over 90,000 jin of raw force. If this really is half of his power, then his total strength must approach 200,000 jin,"Yi Tianxing thought to himself, still unmoving. Even under that much pressure, his arm never wavered.
Though Old Ghost's strength was monstrous, Yi Tianxing—who had reached White Cauldron, Four Echoes, possessed a body strength of over 400,000 jin. In comparison, Old Ghost was simply outclassed.
"This is unexpected. That man must really be a powerful body cultivator to stand against Old Ghost!"
"This just got exciting! My heart's racing—who will win?"
"He doesn't look like much, but where does all that strength come from?"
Everyone was now completely enthralled.
Yet Old Ghost's efforts continued to fail—Yi Tianxing's arm didn't budge.
"Impossible! Let's see you handle 70% strength!"
Old Ghost roared, and even the air around him trembled as his aura soared once more. Blood energy surged wildly, but even now, Yi Tianxing's arm remained still.
"Full strength! Fall for me!!"Old Ghost's face turned crimson as he unleashed everything. The table began to shake under the immense force.
A sheen of sweat broke out on Old Ghost's forehead.
Still, Yi Tianxing's arm never moved.
"You've used your full strength. I haven't even started yet,"Yi Tianxing said with a faint smile. He sent a slightly stronger burst of energy into his arm—just a sliver more than Old Ghost's.
Old Ghost's massive arm began to slowly tilt sideways.
Bit by bit, it was pushed down.
"Up, damn you!"Old Ghost bellowed.
His blood surged violently—and then, behind him, a phantom figure began to manifest.
A towering ghostly figure emerged—iron hammer in hand, fanged and horned, muscular and emanating terrifying strength.
It roared at the heavens with earth-shaking rage.
The Mighty One-Horned Ghost King!!
This was no ordinary ghost—it was a true One-Horned Ghost King, among the strongest beings in the ghost clan in terms of raw power.
Once it appeared, Old Ghost's strength doubled. His arm, which had been tilting downward, was pushed back toward level.
"Interesting!"Yi Tianxing raised an eyebrow, but didn't flinch. With a slight pulse of his strength, an even more immense force surged forward.
Boom!!
Old Ghost's hand was slammed down onto the table.
Complete defeat.
"He lost. Old Ghost... lost."
"Unbelievable. I could feel his pressure just standing nearby. And yet he was still overpowered."
"That power... how terrifying is this man?"
The surrounding cultivators were stunned. They had witnessed firsthand the pressure that Old Ghost could emit—his punches could obliterate living bodies in a single strike. And yet he was still crushed.
"Such overwhelming strength. He's definitely a dual cultivator—body and Qi. He must already be in the second realm of body cultivation. With such talent, his foundation must be extraordinary,"Jin Xiangyu observed, her eyes gleaming with admiration.
She clearly understood what this meant—when one cultivates both body and Qi, the result isn't just additive—it multiplies. A warrior like that is a force to be reckoned with.