As long as you have the courage, fierce ghosts go on maternity leave.

Chapter 141: Holy shit, this guy has so many tentacles.

"Smash and die!" The malevolent ghosts laughed wickedly, disregarding the race and their own safety as they recklessly crashed into Alexander.

"If you’re seeking your own death, then don’t blame me!" Alexander murmured, his inner spiritual energy activating the Lightning Five-Whip instantly.

Five black whips shot out from around him, quickly wrapping around the necks of the nearest five ghosts.

Immediately following, his golden motorcycle accelerated, violently yanking the five ghosts up from their bikes like uprooting radishes.

Bang!

With a muffled collision sound, the heads of the five ghosts harshly collided mid-air.

The Lightning Five-Whip wasn’t an offensive skill, but the spirits simply couldn’t handle Alexander’s horrifying strength, not to mention the mutual impact they experienced, causing them to die instantly.

Handing control of the bike to Richard, Alexander activated his Ghost Cook ability. Black rays wound along the whips and enveloped the five ghost bodies.

In just a few breaths, the bodies quickly disintegrated and collapsed, black mist rising. When the whips retracted into Alexander’s body, he was holding five pieces of black chocolate.

In the previous stages, the ghost energy had been mysteriously drawn out before the start of the race, leaving only enough for the bike to barely reach the finish line.

This ’barely’ meant that no bike abilities could be used during the race, and no acceleration could be employed, otherwise, the ghost energy wouldn’t be enough.

The fastest way to replenish ghost energy, or to refuel the bike, was unquestionably devouring other bikes or spirits.

Alexander stuffed the five chocolate directly into the tank of his golden motorcycle.

"Haha, my power is back! It’s my time to shine!"

Instantly replenishing more than 17,000 points of spirit energy, Richard felt energized. Without waiting for an order from Alexander, golden armor plates rapidly covered them.

The bike, like a golden meteor, charged forward.

ghosts around them attacked Alexander, and many on the track ahead also targeted him. Some even gave up advancing, turning around their bikes to collide head-on with Alexander.

But the sight of Alexander, covered in golden armor and suddenly accelerating, left these evil ghosts stunned.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of dull, thunderous crashes echoed as bikes disintegrated on the spot. Richard was ruthless, showing no mercy, even performing a drifting turn to crash into the group of ghosts in front.

Alexander continuously swung the whips around him, killing ghosts and rapidly transforming them into ghost food. If any were still breathing, he’d finish them off with the whip, rolling their bodies up in the process.

"Great chance! He just used a skill and now definitely has no ghost energy left! Hurry up, don’t give him the chance to devour with his bike!"

The ghosts behind Alexander didn’t know he could use ghost food to quickly replenish the golden motorcycle’s spirit energy. They thought they saw an opportunity. The spirits riding on more than a dozen motorcycles roared and rushed towards Alexander.

"Richard!" Alexander shouted.

"Understood!" Richard tilted the bike immediately, laying it nearly flat against the ground as he turned.

Alexander’s legs and shoulders were even scraping the ground. His hand pushed forcefully off the ground, causing the entire bike to lift off. The back wheel brutally hit the face of the nearest ghost, sending it flying.

Suddenly, the golden motorcycle went against the traffic, speeding towards the starting point.

A flash of light, and a baseball bat appeared in his right hand.

Is this Mad Max?

The oncoming ghost never expected a motorcycle race to involve a bat, and was stunned for a moment. The next second, it was brutally hit on the head by Alexander’s baseball bat.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of explosions echoed again, but this time, it was the sound of ghosts having their heads exploded one after another.

"He’s a maniac! Run!"

There were many ghosts remaining in the area, but after witnessing Alexander’s rampage, they were frightened and scattered, preparing to run.

Not good, too slow!

Alexander was anxious, he couldn’t let them all escape. These were all ghost meals!

"Richard, accelerate! Accelerate!"

Even though he had just killed nearly twenty to thirty ghosts, there were still more trying to escape. Alexander kept urging Richard, wishing he had more hands.

Richard was equally determined, with the ghost energy supplemented by chocolate, he immediately used the golden charge to accelerate.

Swinging the baseball bat and once again exploding several evil ghosts’ heads, an idea suddenly struck Alexander.

Having more hands was impossible, but he had tentacles!

No, they should be whips.

Five long whips, which could be used like five hands.

Thinking quickly, Alexander shoved a piece of chocolate into his mouth, and the five long whips reformed.

With a swift movement, an ax, a chainsaw, a wrench, and a baseball bat appeared on whip.

Each whip, wrapped with a ghost weapon, swung at the same time, immediately tearing apart several ghosts, reducing by half the number of escaping ghosts in the blink of an eye.

"The tentacle monster is here, run!"

The remaining ghosts, more afraid than humans seeing a ghost, even some jumped off their vehicles to escape.

However, all this was in vain.

In the end, not a single ghost that stayed behind managed to escape, they were all captured and stored inside the building by Su Rong.

Motorcycle Alexander didn’t move, because the number was too large, consuming them was too troublesome, and besides, if he captured all these motorcycles, it would really challenge Anthony’s bottom line.

Now was not the time to completely fall out, Alexander didn’t believe that the other party didn’t have any trump cards left.

He mounted his motorcycle and accelerated forward.

He was not worried about catching up with the racers ahead.

Although the ghost shadow’s speed was limited and couldn’t be used continuously, the power of the golden motorcycle was far superior to other motorcycles, and it was far faster than those ghosts.

After just a few short seconds, Alexander once again saw the silhouettes of other motorcycles in front of him.

"Is that the golden motorcycle? He wasn’t stopped by the ghosts behind?"

One ghost looked back and saw the golden shadow behind him, couldn’t help being surprised.

"Not being stopped is a good thing, that’s a Fierce-level motorcycle, if we team up to dismantle it and feed it to our motorcycles, maybe we can get into the top ranks! We have so many people, what are we afraid of?"

A ghost nearby excitedly suggested.

Hearing this, the other ghosts also reacted and involuntarily slowed down.

"No!"

However, immediately after, one evil ghost screamed out:

"Holy shit, this guy has so many tentacles, and they’re all armed!"