Chapter 2069: Chapter 2024: Petrified with Fear
The sighs on the stage rolled in like a tidal wave, deafeningly loud.
That made the already panicked and unconfident Huang Hao even more terrified and on edge.
But for some reason, after being mocked again, Huang Hao actually got stubborn.
He didn’t admit defeat or back down; instead he let out an angry roar and took the initiative to strike.
"At worst I die! I’ll go all out!"
Huang Hao roared, Spiritual Energy surging off his body, faintly giving the illusion of forming a phantom dharma image.
Huang Hao’s strongest Cultivation Technique, Metamorphosis Divine Skill!
The condensed phantom raised its palm and struck straight toward Feng Nihuang.
With this palm, Spiritual Energy churned, its might shocking.
The forceful gust it carried even blew off the edge of the arena.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Facing Huang Hao’s strongest strike, Feng Nihuang didn’t show the slightest fluctuation.
When the palm was only a dozen or twenty meters away from her, she swiftly chopped down with a knife-hand!
Boom!
A C-shaped arc of energy suddenly formed.
This arc of energy was like an indestructible steel blade! As it cleaved out, the phantom Huang Hao had condensed was instantly chopped cleanly in half!
Boom!!
Huang Hao himself was caught in the aftershock, struck in the stomach by the arc. With a puff he spat out a mouthful of thick blood and was sent flying.
In the span of a moment, the stage fell into deathly silence.
Huang Hao was grievously injured and unconscious...
At the same time, the stands were also utterly silent!
Too strong...
Huang Hao was at least a late-stage Spirit Gathering Realm expert. He came up and showed his strongest strike right away, yet Feng Nihuang casually raised her hand and with a single move beat him to the brink of death...
That’s way too much of a power gap, isn’t it?
Can Feng Nihuang even still be classified as Spirit Gathering Realm?
The stage and the stands were dead quiet, and even Mo Jun, watching from space, paused.
It took him several seconds to snap back and announce the result of the match.
"The second bout... Nihuang wins!"
Hearing the announcement, Feng Nihuang didn’t even spare Huang Hao a glance; she turned directly and stepped off the arena.
Clean, decisive, crisp and unrestrained.
Huang Hao, on the other hand, was dragged down in a sorry state by his fellow sect members.
No matter how strong the opponent is, getting one-shot the moment you meet is extremely humiliating.
Even if the opponent is Feng Nihuang...
"Huang Hao is at least a powerhouse, but to be casually one-shotted like that, he’s going to be nailed to the pillar of shame." someone sighed.
"Heh, who told this kid not to know what’s good for him? Nihuang not making a move was already giving him time to admit defeat. He went looking for death himself, who’s he got to blame?" someone else said mockingly.
Chen Yang had kept silent the whole time, his gaze locked on Feng Nihuang.
She really was extraordinary.
The power she displayed was probably even more ferocious than Zhao Tiangang and the others!
If he had to face her himself, he wasn’t one hundred percent certain he could win.
At best it would be fifty-fifty.
Of course, if it were a life-and-death fight, then his chances would be a bit higher.
Because Chen Yang’s killing techniques were relatively strong.
In this kind of arena bout, it was pretty much fifty-fifty.
"Alright, the second bout is over, next we begin the third bout."
Mo Jun quieted the commotion at the scene and immediately announced the start of the third match.
Chen Yang was number three, so the third bout would definitely involve him.
So he shifted his gaze and looked toward Mo Jun.
He wanted to know who his opponent was.
"In the third bout, number three Chen Yang, versus number twenty-eight, Great Elder of Ghost Gate Hall, the Old Ghost of Impermanence!"
Mo Jun announced.
As soon as the words fell, the arena erupted again.
The uproar split into two kinds of voices.
One part was exclaiming that the Old Ghost of Impermanence was actually coming out this early.
The other part was sheer shock!
Who is Chen Yang?
How come they’d never heard of him?
"Hehe, looks like quite a few people slipped into the final round this year. I bet this guy is another combat power of five scum, the type that’ll get one-move abused to death by Elder Impermanence."
"I don’t think so. With Huang Hao as a warning, I reckon this Chen Yang will definitely just surrender outright."
"Hahaha, yeah, that makes sense. He’ll definitely just concede, otherwise he’s asking to humiliate himself."
...
Laughter filled the stands. With Huang Hao’s lesson right there, no one believed some obscure nobody could beat the famed Old Ghost of Impermanence.
The Old Ghost of Impermanence had cultivated for over a hundred years and was the Great Elder of Ghost Gate Hall.
His ghostly arts were extremely sinister, and in his hand he held a treasure, the Soul Summoning Banner!
He was essentially the combat ceiling for the Spirit Gathering Realm.
There were even rumors that the Old Ghost of Impermanence’s combat strength was number one in the Spirit Gathering Realm.
His reputation was illustrious.
"You two, please come up to the stage."
Mo Jun said.
Chen Yang ignored the voices around him and walked straight onto the arena.
Once he stepped up, the buzz of discussion got even louder.
"I really haven’t seen this guy before, never even heard of him. What sect is he from?"
"No idea, maybe he’s a Loose Cultivator. His strength probably isn’t much."
...
Amid the chatter, the elder of Ghost Gate Hall, the Old Ghost of Impermanence, also stepped onto the stage.
This Old Ghost of Impermanence truly lived up to his name; he looked almost identical to the legendary Impermanence ghosts.
His figure was tall but extremely thin.
He was like a tree stump standing upright.
He was draped in a black robe that covered his whole body, not a bit of his face exposed.
But many people didn’t dare look straight at his face anyway.
Because it was too eerie, giving the feeling that he really had crawled out from the eighteenth level of hell.
In his hand he also carried a Soul Summoning Banner.
It looked incredibly crude, the shaft made of dead wood, and the banner itself a rectangular piece of red cloth.
No one knew what dye had been used, but it was blood-red, blood-red.
With such a weapon, combined with his appearance, if an ordinary person saw him, they’d probably be scared to death even in broad daylight.
"The Old Ghost of Impermanence... his aura is still that cold. Freaky as hell."
As soon as he came on stage, quite a few people in the spectator seats felt their courage fail.
The aura on him was truly terrifying.
"Freaky? This Old Ghost has dealt with ghost souls for years, ruthless and vicious. I figure this Chen Yang is definitely in for a bad time today."
"Unless he surrenders right away, I can guarantee that his end will be miserable."
"He might even have his soul seized on the spot by the Old Ghost and refined into that Soul Summoning Banner."
Voices on the stage were still unanimously pessimistic about Chen Yang.
But Chen Yang remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on the Old Ghost of Impermanence, analyzing how strong he was.
"Alright, both of you are here, then let’s begin the match."
Mo Jun glanced at the two of them, then announced the start right there.
"Kid, hurry and surrender, you’re no match for the Old Ghost of Impermanence."
"The Old Ghost of Impermanence is ruthless, be careful you don’t lose your life."
People in the stands were anxious on Chen Yang’s behalf, thinking he’d been scared stupid and couldn’t react.
"Jie jie jie... Little brat, don’t listen to their nonsense. I’ve always been kind and gentle, I won’t take your little life." The Old Ghost of Impermanence let out a sinister laugh, his body lifting off the ground as he drifted toward Chen Yang.
Chen Yang still said nothing, eyes narrowed as he stared at him.
"Jie jie jie, really obedient." The Old Ghost also thought Chen Yang had been scared dumb, the cold smile on his face growing thicker.
Then his speed increased, and in an instant he was right in front of Chen Yang.
He伸 out a hand like a vengeful ghost’s claw and suddenly grabbed toward Chen Yang.
