Chapter 55

The ferocity of the Tyrant Crocodile exceeded even the wildest imagination!

Xingke swung his cleaver down with a roar, the heavy blade pressing through the air as if it could crush everything, even the dark starry sky, in its descent.

But the Tyrant Crocodile was incredibly powerful, and it swung its tail, which was three meters long and covered in scales, like a massive iron whip, ruthlessly striking the cleaver.

"Bang!"

The cleaver and the Tyrant Crocodile's tail met, instantly sparking flames and the clanging of metal. A powerful gust of air burst between them, causing Xingke's hair to flutter.

A sharp gust of wind cut a fine wound on Xingke's cheek, but no blood flowed.

At the end of the Tyrant Crocodile's scaly tail, a piece of hard, thick scale broke off and flew away.

"Roar!"

The two were locked in a bloody battle, their strong limbs colliding, each strike producing a loud explosion. Broken ghost bodies, scales, and blood splattered into the air, staining the sky red.

The Tyrant Crocodile grew increasingly alarmed. Although it was a fierce beast, it possessed a high level of intelligence. It was hard to imagine that a ghost could engage in physical combat with the fierce beasts of the Yin North. Ghosts below the Ghost Officer level were directly crushed, as ghosts at the Ghost Soldier level could not use ghost techniques and had fragile ghost bodies.

However, encountering Xingke was an anomaly. Beyond his superb martial arts, his ghost body was unexpectedly solid and resilient, capable of shattering the Tyrant Crocodile's iron-hard scales.

"Roar!"

The Tyrant Crocodile was enraged. It was determined to overpower Xingke with its physical strength and did not intend to use ghost techniques. This was its dominance!

Xingke gritted his teeth in pain, cursing the unscientific nature of it all. As a ghost, the fragmentation of his ghost body should not cause pain; only when his soul was injured would he feel pain.

"Could it be from eating too much meat?" Xingke suddenly took a step back, narrowly avoiding the Tyrant Crocodile's sweeping tail, and this thought popped into his mind.

"Roar!"

Daring to be distracted during combat! The Tyrant Crocodile was furious, suddenly standing upright like a crocodile man. Its hind legs stood firmly, and its thick tail slammed onto the ground, creating a loud thud and leaving shallow indentations on the steel floor.

"Is it more powerful when standing up?" Xingke's mouth slightly opened in surprise. The Tyrant Crocodile could stand on its two short legs, but what could it do?

As Xingke thought, the Tyrant Crocodile's short limbs, if crawling, were fast, but standing upright, it moved as slowly as a turtle.

"Hmph!" The Tyrant Crocodile suddenly bared a sinister smile, its front limbs moving in front of its chest in a circular motion, creating a series of dark green light rings that suddenly struck the ground.

"Bad!" Xingke realized it was too late to react.

The dark green light struck the ground, creating ripples on the steel floor, as if it were water.

In an instant, the ripples reached the edge of the steel prison, then reverberated, making the entire floor sticky, like a swamp.

Xingke tried to jump, but the ground had already turned into a swamp under the Tyrant Crocodile's ghost technique, slowing his movements.

Xingke's face changed slightly, but he was not panicked. "I see, your movements are slow, but as long as the enemy's movements are even slower, it's fine."

After the Tyrant Crocodile used the ghost technique to turn the steel floor into a swamp, it repositioned itself, its massive body like a boat, its powerful limbs like oars, leaving a series of afterimages as it charged at Xingke.

The sticky swamp ground acted like a lubricant for the Tyrant Crocodile, making it faster than before. Its speed disadvantage was instantly reversed, and it moved as nimbly as a monkey, putting Xingke in a dangerous situation.

The wind howled as the Tyrant Crocodile charged, and if Xingke were to be hit, his ghost body, no matter how solid, would be shattered.

"Hmph!"

Xingke's eyes narrowed, his mind calm, and he quickly discarded the cleaver, choosing to fight bare-handed.

The Tyrant Crocodile's slit pupils contracted in surprise at Xingke's decisiveness.

Although the cleaver was sharp, it was no match for the Tyrant Crocodile's scales, offering no absolute advantage. Unlike the fierce beasts Xingke had encountered before, which could be easily defeated, the Tyrant Crocodile was different.

In an instant, the Tyrant Crocodile was right in front of Xingke, about to collide. Xingke remained calm, his movements slow, not due to the swamp but the nature of his technique.

"Tai Chi."

Xingke spoke calmly, his gaze like water, his arms wide open, one hand pinching a flower, the other scooping the moon, a blend of reality and illusion, perfectly integrating the movements of the Ghost Ferrywoman.

"Tai Chi, a blend of reality and illusion, pinching a flower in the mirror, scooping the moon in the water." Xingke slowly recited, breaking through in the crisis, his new technique still in its infancy, evolving from Tai Chi and the Ghost Ferrywoman's movements, with formidable power.

His arms moved, embracing a millstone, slowly grinding, his hand movements delicate and fluid.

The Tyrant Crocodile, charging head-on, was shocked and tried to stop but could not. As it approached Xingke, Xingke leaped from the swamp, like a great bird spreading its wings, gliding onto the Tyrant Crocodile's back, his hand striking down.

"Slap"

Instantly, blood and scales splattered. The iron-hard scales, in the face of Xingke's attack, were like a reflection in water, a flower in a mirror, a mere illusion, as Xingke struck the vital points.

The force of 200,000 pounds was terrifying, nearly turning the Tyrant Crocodile into minced meat. Finally, Xingke's hand scooped up the cleaver, slicing along the wound on the Tyrant Crocodile's back, cutting it in two!

"Bang!"

The Tyrant Crocodile, unable to control its strength, crashed into the steel wall with a loud thud, leaving an indentation.

The Tyrant Crocodile's head was broken and bleeding, its yellow eyes suddenly widening. It could not understand why a ghost servant had such immense strength, such a solid ghost body, and the ability to use high-level ghost techniques!

Xingke, unaware of the Tyrant Crocodile's thoughts, finished it off with another strike of the cleaver, the black blade turning a deep purple.

Blood gushed like a fountain, and Xingke, not letting it go to waste, took out pots and pans from his ghost pocket, using the Tyrant Crocodile's blood. He then leaned against the cold body of the Tyrant Crocodile, closing his eyes to rest.

After a while, Xingke opened his eyes, feeling rested, and began collecting ingredients.

The ingredients from the Tyrant Crocodile's body were its tail, which could break a mountain, surely extraordinary. Unfortunately, Xingke could not taste it and had to process the remaining blood and flesh.

Fortunately, the Tyrant Crocodile's flesh was not gamey, the meat was firm and not as rough as expected, far better than lower-grade ingredients.

Xingke happily prepared to cook, skinning and deboning the Tyrant Crocodile, simmering a pot of delicious bone and meat soup.

"Unfortunately, the Tyrant Crocodile's attacks were too fierce." Xingke pulled up his shirt, revealing a solid chest, with a black undershirt made from the skin of an Iron-skinned Ghost, now torn by the Tyrant Crocodile.

"The boxing gloves were also useless. Facing higher-level beings, the defense was inadequate." Xingke took out a pair of gloves from his ghost pocket, weighed them, and put them back.

The fragrant aroma rose, the large iron pot steaming, the soup rich and golden, like amber, with pieces of Tyrant Crocodile meat and white bones floating, along with some fruits and spices.

It was too fragrant, too tempting. After so many days of practice, Xingke had cooked countless tons of meat, and his culinary skills were approaching the realm of turning the mundane into the extraordinary.

If not for the airtight steel walls, the other rooms' top-grade fierce beasts would have rebelled, drooling at the scent of the Tyrant Crocodile's bone and meat soup.

"Swish."

Xingke stared at the large iron pot, his eyes shining, saliva dripping into the pot. He could not wait to grab the iron spoon, not even using a bowl, and greedily drank from the pot.

"Swallow, swallow."

His Adam's apple moved, the rich soup filling his stomach. He scooped out the meat, clear and distinct, red and white, the lean meat like a ruby, chewy, and the fat like white jade, rich but not greasy.

"Is this crocodile meat?" Xingke almost bit his tongue after eating a piece.

The meat's aroma filled his mouth, and Xingke was moved to tears, exclaiming, "This is meat! Enjoyment!"

This pot of Tyrant Crocodile meat was truly excellent. Although it did not match the tail, it was good enough to be served to the City God, and only Xingke could cook it.

Xingke ate voraciously, tears, snot, and saliva streaming down his face. He devoured several pots of Tyrant Crocodile meat and bone soup, leaving no bones behind.

The Tyrant Crocodile, a top-grade ingredient at the Ghost Officer level, not only had an exquisite taste but also contained refined Yin energy.

After eating the entire Tyrant Crocodile, Xingke's ghost body could no longer contain the energy, and a translucent yellow light began to emanate from his body, like a golden flame burning on his skin.

Xingke let out a strange cry, lifting his arm and seeing the energy burst forth, the Yin energy like a flame. He shouted, "Waste!" and immediately activated the *Niraya Sutra* to refine the essence of the Tyrant Crocodile's blood and flesh.

The absorption of Yin energy increased tenfold, especially with the concentrated Yin energy in the special ingredients. This time, it was like a river flowing into the sea, his bones stretching, and the refined Yin energy transforming into a surging river within his body.

With a "puff," something seemed to break. The eighth level of the *Niraya Sutra* suddenly operated smoothly, as if something miraculous had happened, but Xingke did not notice, only showing a look of wild joy.

Ghost Soldier Level 8!

Xingke's cultivation, after staying in the ingredient area for some time, had skyrocketed, reaching the level of a seasoned ghost servant.

"Time to leave." Xingke, elated but not complacent, put away the pots and pans and left the prison.

Before leaving, Xingke glanced back, took the special ingredient sign, and the steel door clanged shut.

At the counter in the ingredient area, the ghost servant stared in shock at the Tyrant Crocodile's tail on the table, the blood aura making the ghost shudder.

"The, the Tyrant Crocodile's tail?" The ghost servant looked up at Xingke, stammering.

"Yep." Xingke nodded, a smile on his lips. "You can check it."

"I didn't think you could really do it." The ghost servant took a deep breath, easing its tension. It had already checked and confirmed it was the Tyrant Crocodile's tail.

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