"Has it turned into a fight?"
In Dadong City's night market, Yang Jian held a can of cola, sipping through a straw, while observing the unusual scene in the distant sky.
Just now, Ye Zhen, utilizing the Ghost Domain, headed towards Ning'an Building where Wang Chaling was, a brilliant light in pursuit.
Although ordinary people couldn't perceive anything unusual, thinking it a natural phenonon, Yang Jian's ghostly eye clearly saw that Ye Zhen was using the Ghost Domain to cause trouble for Wang Chaling.
But now, the light had already vanished.
The top floor of the building was shrouded in darkness, clearly indicating a supernatural confrontation was underway. .
And from the current situation, it seed Ye Zhen was at a disadvantage.
Otherwise, with Ye Zhen's personality, he would never allow himself to be overshadowed by darkness; if he were to act, it would be a grand spectacle.
"It's normal for Ye Zhen to be at a disadvantage; Wang Chaling has four ghosts around him. His parents and grandparents were all ghost handlers while alive, transforming into fierce ghosts posthumously to guard their descendants, passing on through generations. The scariest ones are the two old ghosts of the Wang Family's previous generation, who have a terror level at S-grade if they go out of control."
Yang Jian thought to himself.
However, if it were soone else confronting Wang Chaling, they would likely never return.
But Ye Zhen was different.
His codena is Scapegoat Ghost, allowing him to escape death; even if Ye Zhen were defeated, he would not die.
And if a ghost handler becos immortal, endless possibilities unfold.
"But what does their fight have to do with ? Better not get involved, lest trouble finds its way to ,"
Yang Jian decided not to pay further attention, withdrawing his gaze and returning to his food.
But as he continued eating, a thought unfurled in his mind.
Since Ye Zhen can't die, could he accidentally kill Wang Chaling?
After all, Wang Chaling is rely a mortal; no matter how powerful the ghosts around him are, there's a chance he could be killed.
At the sa ti,
On the upper floors of Ning'an Building.
Ye Zhen found himself being strangled by a terrifying Black-and-White ghost in front of him. The chilling sensation from the ghost's withered hands inspired dread, exerting little strength, yet the grip was inescapable, as if shackled by countless chains, rendering him breathless.
The fierce ghost could have killed Ye Zhen again, but paused at this mont.
Because if Ye Zhen died, Wang Chaling would die too.
The supernatural assault on Ye Zhen was diverted to another by using the Scapegoat Ghost.
And the closest person around here was Wang Chaling.
Wang Chaling was clutching his collapsing throat, his face flushed, realizing he was suffering the sa injury as Ye Zhen.
"If I kill Ye Zhen a second ti, I die first, but if I let Ye Zhen be, he might kill ...Is he really this hard to handle? Or should I take the gamble to kill Ye Zhen here,"
He fumbled in his pocket,
Pulling out a tattered rag doll.
This was a Scapegoat Doll,
A supernatural tool from the headquarters, sothing he, being a captain, naturally possessed.
Unlike Yang Jian, who often used up resources, Wang Chaling always remained cautious, never risking himself, resulting in a collection of unused supernatural tools by his side.
Even now, with headquarters running out of Scapegoat Dolls, he still had a few left.
Using the Scapegoat Doll, his death could be transferred to it, allowing him to survive, while Ye Zhen would truly perish.
This was Wang Chaling's current plan.
However, Wang Chaling then reconsidered: "No, I shouldn't bet everything on this gamble, if I lose, all is lost."
He suppressed his inner impulse, not wanting to gamble his life against Ye Zhen's.
This hesitation gave Ye Zhen the opportunity to break free.
"To capture without killing, an insult too far against , Ye Zhen. Who do you think you are, Yang Wudi?"
Ye Zhen shouted, throwing punches with both hands at the terrifying old man's arms.
The supernatural assault from both his hands was twice as terrifying as before.
The ghost's withered eerie hand barely loosened its grip on his throat, but it wasn't enough.
Ye Zhen's relentless punches, though indiscriminate, delivered a clear impact.
The terrifying ghost retreated, its grip on Ye Zhen slackening, allowing Ye Zhen to break free from his constraints and regain his freedom, stepping backward rather than advancing.
As there was a dead old woman watching nearby,
If she were to intervene, he would be shredded like before, without resistance.
However, after breaking free, Ye Zhen's substitute death ability was no longer usable since he was no longer under assault.
Simultaneously, Wang Chaling's suffocation vanished too,
"Xiao Wang, I can still fight, don't hold back, today I will break boundaries, surpassing my past,"
Ye Zhen found his skin completely rotting on both arms, it seed to be being consud by sothing, the flesh gradually falling off, revealing eerie bones, black instead of pale, resembling the bones of corpses.
This blackness continued to project deeper,
Spreading to nearly half of Ye Zhen's arm.
This was a sign of the ghost's revival.
Ye Zhen had used too much supernatural power, especially against such a terrifying ghost.
But as the ghost's revival intensified, the supernatural power Ye Zhen harnessed beca even more formidable.
"Cough, cough."
Wang Chaling rubbed his throat, "Ye Zhen, our struggle is pointless, and you should know by now that continuing will at most lead to mutual destruction. Let's stop here. I can pretend today never happened."
"What did you say?"
Ye Zhen was imdiately infuriated, "Our duel is the talk of the community, yet you dismiss it as if nothing happened, belittling ? Though I'm impeded, I am not defeated."
"..."
Wang Chaling felt every word he said seed to provoke Ye Zhen.
This guy thinks differently than normal people.
"You should know I have four ghosts with , can you handle all four alone? Engaging my grandfather alone was already tough; if my grandmother intervened, you'd die miserably, not to ntion my parents haven't stepped in. I'm not threatening you, just stating facts."
Wang Chaling took a deep breath, earnestly explaining.
"Of course, if you sidestep the ghosts and target , I have no doubt you could, but to what end? Do you seek my death, or to defeat ?"
Ye Zhen paused at those words, exhaling deeply, "You're right, killing you isn't a true victory, not killing you ans not overcoming your ghosts. But, why hold back? I, Ye Zhen, would rather die standing than live crouching."
"To learn from disgrace and strive for progress, you have vast room to grow. You should practice more before facing again, rather than stubbornly pursuing here."
Wang Chaling continued, aligning with Ye Zhen's reasoning.
No matter what, today must end here.
Pushing further, he feared an unexpected demise despite having a Scapegoat Doll.
He didn't want to risk his life again.
Having narrowly escaped death left Wang Chaling deeply shaken.
"Practice more?" Ye Zhen looked down at his rotting hands.
He felt his fists growing stronger, yet the supernatural erosion was deeper. Without restraint, he'd die soon.
"Hmph."
A cold snort as he activated the Scapegoat Ghost ability, halting the erosion and stabilizing the ghost's revival.
"But, what practice compares to now? Don't hold back, kill if you can, but rest assured I won't dodge your ghosts," Ye Zhen declared, readying for battle.
For he felt his progress greater than before.
"Ye Zhen," Wang Chaling's face grew grim.
He contemplated using the Coffin Nail to end it, reminiscent of Yang Jian's action.
But reason warned him against it.
If the Coffin Nail surfaces, everyone in the supernatural circle will know he stole the Hungry Ghost, which would cause more trouble than today.
Besides, with Yang Jian lingering in Dadong City, who knows if he's watching covertly right now.
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