Only I Cultivate-Chapter 18: First Fight

"Luo Li!" Wu Yunru called out, clearly relieved to see her. "Hurry, take them down!"

But Luo Li didn't move to attack. Instead, she raised her hand, and the air shifted as a barrier formed around the two ghosts.

They slammed against it repeatedly, but their strikes were useless. She was far stronger than them.

As a C-rank Hunter, Luo Li vastly outmatched these ghosts, who were nothing more than Lingering Spirits, on par with an E-rank Hunter.

Wu Yunru ran to her side and turned back, expecting her to finish them off. To his surprise, she didn't.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked, confused.

Luo Li remained silent, her eyes fixed on the ghosts.

"Is it over already?" a voice came from the stairs. Feng Fan appeared, taking in the scene with a quick glance.

He frowned. "Luo Li, why did you only trap them?"

She sighed, clearly annoyed. "I told you, my mission is to babysit you two. You're going to fight them."

Feng Fan didn't react much, but Wu Yunru's face twisted in disbelief. "Are you crazy? Those are Lingering Spirits! We're just F-rank Hunters, we can barely handle Apparitions."

Luo Li's cold stare sent a shiver down his spine. "Did I tell you to kill them? No. I told you to fight. Don't worry, I'll step in when you need me."

She didn't say if they needed help, she was certain they would.

Wu Yunru clenched his jaw but gave a stiff nod. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face the ghosts, bracing himself.

Meanwhile, Feng Fan stood much more relaxed. He was even a little excited.

'Finally, I can use my new powers against a real opponent.'

While Wu Yunru hesitated, Feng Fan kicked off the ground and moved closer to Luo Li's barrier.

'Why am I so excited to fight ghosts?' he briefly wondered as he ran. 'My emotions have been all over the place since I transmigrated.'

He decided to push the thought aside for now and think about it later. Feng Fan circulated his cultivation technique, filling his body with spiritual energy, and summoned a chain around his right fist and forearm.

Luo Li's barrier faded, releasing the tattooed ghost and the big-headed ghost. The tattooed ghost, being closest to him, raised his wooden club over his head and swung it toward Feng Fan.

The strike was so fast that Feng Fan could barely track it with his eyes.

Thud!

Feng Fan raised his arm to block the strike, and the sound of wood against metal rang through the corridor. His joints cracked from the force of the blow.

The big-headed ghost prepared to strike, swinging his club in a wide arc aimed at Feng Fan's exposed side. But Wu Yunru lunged in just in time, his baton intercepting the big-headed ghost's club.

Wu Yunru braced for the impact, expecting to be sent flying, but as if by luck, the big-headed ghost's foot slipped, causing him to lose his balance and reducing the force of the blow.

A faint smile tugged at Wu Yunru's lips. 'Just my luck!'

His baton easily stopped the big-headed ghost's strike. Wu Yunru didn't waste any time. He swiftly aimed his baton at the big-headed ghost's head.

The ghost tried to regain his footing, moving the right foot that had slipped. But to his dismay, as soon as he found balance, his left foot slipped as well, causing him to fall backward.

Wu Yunru's baton followed the ghost's head like a viper after its prey. The strike landed squarely, sending the ghost flying and spinning through the air.

Luo Li, watching from the side, was stunned. 'Is this the power of Luck Charm? Incredible.'

Luck was often underestimated, and many people looked down on those who relied on it. But what if luck seemed to follow you, event after event? That might not even be luck anymore; it could be a real ability.

This was Wu Yunru's Luck Charm!

He could steal the luck from those around him, including ghosts. His curse wasn't just a curse—it was part of his power.

This was why the SIF valued him so highly and assigned him to Luo Li for training.

With enough luck, anything was possible!

Although the Wu family was wary of letting him too close to themselves, the SIF took the risk, deciding to shape him into a stronger powerhouse. Of course, the one who took the risk wasn't the SIF's headquarters in the capital, but one of its branches.

Like a hot potato, Wu Yunru was handed over to them, and they had no choice but to deal with it.

While Wu Yunru fought, Feng Fan wasn't idle either.

Forced into a defensive position due to the power gap between him and the tattooed ghost, Feng Fan moved like a monkey, narrowly dodging the club.

As the seconds passed, Feng Fan felt the chain on his right arm weakening. Due to his low cultivation, he was struggling to maintain its form.

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The tattooed ghost struck again with a vertical blow, but Feng Fan sidestepped just in time, then moved forward slightly, closing the gap between them.

'It's now or never,' he thought, his eyes narrowing at the tattooed ghost's head.

He concentrated all his spiritual energy into his right arm and punched forward, aiming for the ghost's head. The punch shot out like a comet, striking the target with force.

The ghost's head snapped off, separating from its body. Feng Fan smiled at the sight.

"Got it!"

But to his dismay, the head without a body continued to stare at him from the ground, an eerie smile forming on its face. Its broken teeth, dirty and jagged, greeted Feng Fan as the body itself moved without a head.

The club in the tattooed ghost's hand swung in a wide horizontal arc toward Feng Fan's ribs.

Feng Fan's eyes widened in surprise. He tried to move the chain on his arm to defend himself, but after the last attack, he could no longer maintain it, and the chain faded away.

'I'm screwed!' he thought, bracing himself for impact.