Chapter 127: Peter

With Lin Hongsheng’s roar, he charged forward at the front, and the crowd behind him rushed out as well.

But they had no idea what kind of terrifying monster they were up against. Ghouls were creatures whose physical attributes were already superior to ordinary humans, and Peter was the strongest among the three ghouls on the ship.

In Zuo Zhicheng’s eyes, Peter had strength equivalent to 10% of an orange Innate Primordial Breath. At first, Zuo Zhicheng thought they might be powerful Western Martial Artists. But after gathering information from Victor, he realized this was not the case. The makeup and strength of Victor and the others’ bodies were unrelated to the Innate Primordial Breath; instead, it was due to a unique tissue specific to ghouls.

In Infrared Vision, their Physique Strength was categorized as purple or orange, only because their physical intensity was so high that the thermal radiation—or energy—they emitted was on par with purple or orange levels of Innate Primordial Breath.

In the end, the colors seen through Infrared Vision were classified based on Physique Strength and not solely for observing Innate Primordial Breath.

From this, it was clear that Peter’s Physique Strength far exceeded that of ordinary people.

So when Lin Hongsheng and the others charged at him, Peter simply smiled faintly and met them head-on.

Compared to the furious, imposing momentum of Lin Hongsheng’s group, Peter looked as if he were taking a leisurely stroll in a garden, walking forward unhurriedly.

With a thud, his palm pressed directly against Lin Hongsheng’s chest. Lin Hongsheng spat out a mouthful of blood and fell flat on his back.

A simple, ordinary palm strike had completely taken down Lin Hongsheng. The people nearby immediately attacked with blades, spears, and clubs, but Peter indifferently blocked or absorbed all their strikes. Then, with one punch and one kick, he sent them all flying.

Lin Hongsheng lay on the ground, watching Peter charge through the crowd like an iron giant, his face filled with terror. Their opponent seemed like a war god, effortlessly receiving every attack that came his way.

Blades slashed at his head, spears stabbed at his chest, clubs struck his back—even as blood pooled around him, Peter remained calm and composed. The efficiency of his punches and kicks did not change in the slightest.

In fact, if there had been a powerful Martial Artist present, attacking Peter’s head might have been effective. But those in front of him were mostly ordinary people. With their strength, even a blade to Peter’s head would only leave a scratch.

In contrast, no one could withstand Peter’s punches and kicks. He moved in and out of the crowd, each punch accompanied by a thunderous roar.

Anyone even grazed by his attacks suffered broken bones and fell to the ground. Even weapons like blades and clubs were shattered by a single punch from him. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty people lay fallen on the deck, with no one able to stand against him.

Lin Hongsheng’s eyes were filled with despair. The uncanny regenerative ability and thunderous fighting skills Peter displayed far exceeded his expectations.

“This level of strength… even He Minghai from Zizai Hall is nowhere close.” His eyes were utterly hopeless.

It wasn’t just him—everyone Peter had struck down wore similar expressions of despair. Even now, Peter hadn’t killed anyone. He remained composed as he took down the opponents before him, ensuring they lost the ability to resist while keeping them alive.

“Heh.” Peter’s lips curled slightly. With a swift chop of his hand, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air, and another person’s shoulder was shattered, screaming as they fell backward.

In the instant Peter attacked, a man wearing a hat, his face hidden in Shadow, abruptly appeared behind Peter. The Dagger in his hand thrust toward Peter’s back at a near-silent speed.

But just as the Dagger was about to strike Peter, the latter suddenly dashed away, evading the attack entirely. As Peter dashed, five or six men were sent flying as if struck by a wild horse, all collapsing with broken bones.

Peter had already turned around, smiling as he looked at the man with the Dagger. “Such a calm assassin. I waited a long time and was cautious, intending to kill you during your sneak attack. I didn’t expect you to find an opening where I couldn’t counterattack.”

Beneath the Shadow, a glint of cold light shone in Zuo Zhicheng’s eyes. He casually removed his hat, revealing his face. This time, he didn’t even wear an eye patch, directly exposing his pitch-black left eye. However, the lighting on the deck was dim, and most others didn’t notice.

Seeing that his sneak attack had failed, Zuo Zhicheng tentatively asked, “You noticed me in advance?”

Peter didn’t seem in a hurry and replied slowly, “Yes. Although your disguise was effective, the scent of divine blessing on your hands and head was too strong. We could detect it from the moment we boarded the ship.”

Of course, his intention wasn’t really to explain. With his companions likely to arrive at any moment, and with Victor, Charlie, and Marie possibly already killed, stalling for time was advantageous for him no matter what.

‘These Ghouls can also perceive Innate Primordial Breath?’ Zuo Zhicheng frowned slightly and glanced at his Dagger. The anesthetic on it was evaporating quickly, and it seemed he wouldn’t be able to easily subdue Peter this time.

“So that means Victor and the others have already been dealt with by you?”

Hearing Peter’s question, Zuo Zhicheng had no intention of answering. While Peter could afford to stall, he couldn’t. Zuo Zhicheng crouched slightly, and in the next moment, he shot toward Peter like a cannonball.

With a thunderous impact, Peter’s strength surpassed even that of Victor and the others. When their fists met, visible shockwaves rippled out from the point of impact in all directions.

Those nearby felt a gale-force wind sweep over them and instinctively closed their eyes. Then, their ears were filled with an endless series of cracking and popping sounds.

Lin Hongsheng forced his eyes open and saw two dark figures rapidly weaving across the deck. No—not just the deck. Even the ship’s railings, bow, mast, and lookout post became their battlefield. Their astonishing speed made distance irrelevant.

Apart from the fleeting shadows, Lin Hongsheng and the others could only hear the sounds of fists, feet, and various body parts colliding. Each impact triggered bursts of Astral Wind and explosive shockwaves.

Lin Hongsheng’s female companion, the woman named A Ping, arrived by his side. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

“Can… can people really be this strong?” A Ping said incredulously. “They’re so fast we can barely see them. How can we even fight?”

“It’s not just their speed,” Lin Hongsheng said bitterly. “The power behind every punch and kick is beyond imagination. Look at the deck—it’s covered in dents and splintered planks.

The wood used for this passenger ship is all top-quality timber, specially treated and reinforced. Even if I stood there hitting it, I might not be able to crack it. But just the force of their steps is enough to shatter the deck.”

At this point, Lin Hongsheng thought of Zuo Zhicheng’s appearance and shook his head. “It’s ridiculous that I was so arrogant in front of that man earlier.

At this point, the outcome of this battle has nothing to do with us anymore.”