CHAPTER 620 TRAPPED IN A DESPERATE SITUATION

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all stared at Martin incredulously. They just couldn't believe that Martin was still alive.

None of them could believe that the terrible figure in front of them was Martin. It just didn't make sense.

Martin had once looked quite youthful and good-looking. Now, the figure in front of them looked barely

human and seemed like the perfect personification of what he was: a ferocious ghost. There was now

little to connect Martin with his old self. No longer was he the handsome young master of the Golden

Leopard Valley.

No one expected Martin to survive, after he chose to enter the Ghost Corridor. No one ever came out

alive after entering the Ghost Corridor. Everyone that entered was usually torn apart by the ghosts that

resided in the corridor.

The only trace left of the old Martin was the voice. It still distinctly sounded like Martin's voice, and

Ricky and the others could only recognize this.

"Martin, it's you! So, you are not dead yet!" Samson said coldly.

"Ha-ha, it's me, all right! I never expected that Ricky would be the first one to recognize me. For this, I'll

show mercy and keep your corpse whole. As for the remaining people, they will all become ghosts and

fuel of my resentment power, even more!" Martin said cruelly with a crazy laugh.

Ricky had been right. The terrible figure in front of them was Martin.

When Martin was defeated by Samson, he was despondent. He had lost all hope, and chose suicide as

the only recourse left. Thus, he entered the Ghost Corridor, fully aware that he would be killed inside

the dreadful place.

However, after entering Ghost Corridor, he was not killed.

The moment Martin entered the corridor, he had been transformed. He was overwhelmed by the sheer

number of ghosts inside, and there was no way he could resist their power. Martin thought that it would

only be a matter of time before he was completely destroyed or turned into a ghost himself. Neither

happened.

Instead of destruction, Martin got some kind of dark salvation. In the depths of the Ghost Corridor, two

streams of golden light struck him directly in his eyes. Before he could find out what happened, he lost

consciousness.

An eternity seemed to pass before Martin finally woke up. When he did come to, Martin found himself

changed. He took on his new, hideous appearance. His eyes struggled to maintain vision, and for all

intents and purposes, he was now blind.

Martin could not accept his new changes, not at first. It took some time before Martin came to the

realization that such changes could be useful for him. At least, he was not dead.

Although Martin looked terrible, the power contained in his new body was formidable and unmatched. It

was the combined power of the ghosts, the resentment, and the strong Dark Enlightenment.

Martin realized that his current power had definitely reached the peak level of a middle spiritual king.

More importantly, surviving the ghosts' attacks had somehow merged Martin with both the Ghost

Corridor and the Resentment Corridor. Thus, he was free to enter and exit the two corridors, any time

he wished. Also, he could borrow the power from these two corridors as long as he wished.

Finally, he realized that jumping into the Ghost Corridor was not a bane but a boon for him. It was the

best thing that could have ever happened to him.

Martin had long realized that this was the world where martial arts were everything. And in such a

world, the weak were always the prey of the strong. If a warrior had powerful strength, all living

creatures would surrender to him. Strength was all that mattered.

After Martin woke up and accepted his new appearance, the first thing he did was to detect where his

enemies were. When he sensed that his enemies were inside the Enlightening Corridor, he thought it

would be the perfect time to take revenge upon them.

His blindness was now inconsequential for Martin. He had now been elevated to an innate spiritual

king, and a small thing like external vision was nothing. An innate spiritual king could use his spiritual

senses to see everything even better in his surrounding environment.

"Something definitely happened to you in the Ghost Corridor, turning you into this new form in front of

us. You don't look like a human or a ghost," Ricky said slowly as he slowly increased the momentum of

his whole body. He had to prepare himself for the coming fight.

"Nothing you need to know," Martin said coldly.

Boom! The ghost power inside Martin's body burst out and dashed towards Samson. Martin was

delighted at the opportunity to get back at the man that had shamed and defeated him. "Samson, back

then, I told myself that if the fate gave me another chance to live, the first thing I wanted to do was to

kill you.

That moment is now upon you, Samson!"

Martin walked calmly towards Samson, as he spoke.

With each step that Martin took, he began to radiate more and more ghost and resentment power. He

was now generating tremendous amount of both, and he seemed more like a living black hole now,

than a man or a ghost. His negative enlightening power was simply overwhelming now.

"Humph! I defeated you before, Martin! I can do it, again!" Samson spoke with grim resolve in the face

of Martin's tremendous power. "Especially, when you now look like neither a human nor a ghost, I am

even more fearless to fight against you." It was a courageous statement, but the odds were against

them.

"Ha-ha! Bold words, Samson. Let's see if you can back them up now that I am this powerful!" Martin

knew that the odds were in his favor now. There was no way Samson could survive now that he had

gained so much power.

Roar! Roar!

Terrible roaring sounds came from Martin's body. It sounded as if a roaring tsunami was raging inside

of Martin, but it was actually the ghosts inside of him seething and waiting to release all their pent-up

rage.

A cloud of ghost power rose instantly, forming a giant palm. Martin launched the giant palm towards his

enemies. Generating such a powerful technique like the giant palm required tremendous effort and

willpower, but Martin managed to pull it off with little effort.

It was an impressive feat, and everyone realized that Martin was now extremely powerful, and a true

force to be reckoned with.

"Samson, we should work together this time!" Terrence said.

Terrence knew what he was talking about. He could see that Martin had become a true threat, so he

chose to join Samson to fight against him.

"I see! Let's fight together!" Samson eagerly accepted Terrence's proposal. He also realized that Martin

was hard to deal with.

Boom! Boom!

Terrence and Samson did not hesitate to unleash their most powerful offensive techniques to counter

the giant palm.

Bang!

Then, the deafening collision sound burst out, but there was no strong air blast spreading. Under the

impact of the giant ghost palm, Samson's and Terrence's offensives were directly crushed, and neither

of them had the slightest resisting power.

Then, the ghost palm didn't stop and directly slapped toward Samson and Terrence.

Its attacking speed was so fast that Samson and Terrence didn't have time to react at all.

"Sure enough, your strength is greatly increased!" Ricky said in a heavy voice. Meanwhile, he moved

quickly towards the giant ghost palm and then threw out a fierce scorching flame fist against the palm.

This fist that Ricky broke out included the power of the Heaven Melting Fire and his strongest power.

Bang! There was a terrible collision sound. Ricky's scorching flame fist and Martin's giant palm met

each other head-on.

Shock waves rippled through the air around them. The impact was so powerful that its effects could be

felt for miles around. Ricky coughed blood from his mouth, and he felt his legs buckle.

Ricky was injured, but Martin was none the worse for wear. Only the latter's body trembled slightly.

"Your strength is strong now! You are just as powerful as a middle spiritual king at their peak level!"

Ricky hissed with disbelief.

"That's right, Ricky! And I owe all this power from the Ghost Corridor," Martin said coldly.

He launched another powerful attack. He held nothing back, as he released his full strength. Even a

middle spiritual king would be hard-pressed to generate such power.

"Since you're all so eager to die together, I will gladly oblige! You will all join the raging ghosts inside of

me, and give me even more power!" Martin snarled as he leaped high into the air.

His words were full of rage and resentment. He blamed all of them for what he had become, so he

used the power that his rage and hate generated.

Soon, the endless ghost and resentment power in Martin turned into a powerful dragon. The dragon

then formed a circle floating next to Martin with negative and positive energies. Within a second, the

circle merged into Martin's eyebrows.

"Ghost Resentment Compass!" Martin yelled as he began to activate his powerful skill.

Then, after Martin strode one step, a compass blending endless power instantly showed up and

slammed violently towards Ricky and his companions.

Ricky and the others were overwhelmed by the suppression power of the Ghost Resentment Compass.

There was no way that Ricky and the others could resist its power.

Now, they realized they were trapped in a desperate situation. If they could not find a means to

counteract the power of the compass, they were done.