Chapter 2070: Chapter 2025: Battle Against Old Ghost Wuchang
"It’s over, it’s over, this man is doomed."
"Sigh, he was scared stiff, serves him right."
Everyone on stage looked away the moment they saw the Wuchang Old Ghost make his move, not wanting to watch any further.
Because they had already anticipated that what would come next would undeniably be a bloody scene.
Yet none of them ever expected.
Just as the Wuchang Old Ghost was about to succeed, Chen Yang moved.
He grabbed the withered hand of the Wuchang Old Ghost with one hand, and with the other, he gathered a surge of spiritual energy and fiercely punched towards the Wuchang Old Ghost’s face.
BOOM!!
Faced with such a high-level opponent, Chen Yang was not about to hold back, unleashing his full strength from the start.
"You!"
The Wuchang Old Ghost was shocked, feeling a strong sense of threat.
His reactions were quick indeed; with one hand held by Chen Yang, he hastily raised the Soul Summoning Banner to cover his face.
With a loud bang, Chen Yang’s fist landed on the Soul Summoning Banner.
Then, a massive force separated the two.
They were pushed apart by more than ten or twenty meters.
Once the Wuchang Old Ghost steadied himself, he looked at Chen Yang with a face full of horror.
Originally, he thought, just like the others on stage, that Chen Yang, an unknown nobody, couldn’t possibly be a match for him.
Shouldn’t he be scared stiff like Huang Hao by now?
How can this be?
"It seems I underestimated you!" The Wuchang Old Ghost’s expression turned icy! His heart filled with anger.
He felt deceived.
At this moment, the stage was in utter shock!
"How is this possible!"
"He almost tricked the Wuchang Old Ghost? This is absurd!"
"Is this real? Why does it feel so unreal to me!"
...
Many people on stage rubbed their eyes vigorously, afraid they were seeing things, hallucinating.
No matter how much they rubbed, everything before their eyes was real.
Chen Yang and the Wuchang Old Ghost had created distance between them.
On stage.
Chen Yang still displayed no expression, staring at the Wuchang Old Ghost, saying, "You underestimated me. Do you think I would make it to the final round without any genuine skills?"
"Haha, well said, those who can make it to this final round are indeed experts, it was my oversight." The Wuchang Old Ghost suddenly laughed, then his eyebrows burned with intense battle intent.
At the same time, his gaze towards Chen Yang changed slightly.
It seemed that the strength Chen Yang demonstrated had piqued his interest.
"However, the stronger you are, the better it is for me! My Soul Summoning Banner is missing a powerful soul at the late stage of Gathering Spirit!" The Wuchang Old Ghost’s expression turned cruel! He lifted the Soul Summoning Banner and waved it suddenly.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH...
Instantly, overwhelming black mist surged forth from his Soul Summoning Banner, from his body.
And it rapidly spread to the surroundings.
"Since you have strength, let me show you this move of mine!" The Wuchang Old Ghost laughed sinisterly.
The black smoke didn’t just confuse vision; it was also laced with deadly poison.
Chen Yang could tell at a glance.
"Mere tricks, hardly difficult to counter!" Chen Yang showed no fear, gathering spiritual energy in his hands, striking at the black fog with a series of chain palm attacks.
Chen Yang’s spiritual energy was masculine, full of blood energy.
Precisely the counter to this black smoke.
With each palm he struck, large patches of smoke vanished.
Soon, Chen Yang was in front of the Wuchang Old Ghost.
The Wuchang Old Ghost was horrified again!
"Truly underestimated you, you’re no ordinary opponent!" The Wuchang Old Ghost looked up at the hand coming towards him, both shocked and furious!
He hastily stopped casting, gripped the Soul Summoning Banner with both hands, and met Chen Yang’s attack head-on.
Gathering Spirit Seal!
Chen Yang formed seals with both hands and launched a fierce assault.
The strength of this Wuchang Old Ghost was formidable, and others’ assessments of him were not exaggerated.
He handled Chen Yang’s attacks with ease, the two engaged in an intense back-and-forth.
Various cultivation techniques were displayed on the stage, exchanging hundreds of moves back and forth.
All those watching from the stands were stunned at the intense scene on the stage.
How could this Chen Yang be so powerful?
Who exactly is he?
Two big questions lingered in everyone’s hearts.
Truly formidable.
At first, everyone thought Chen Yang would be instantly defeated.
Who would have imagined this unknown person had such a powerful fighting capability? Even able to hold his own against the Wuchang Old Ghost!
Ordinary people on stage were amazed.
Feng Nihuang, Wang Rui, Zhao Tiangang, and others watching from below the stage were equally moved.
They were also shocked internally, though it didn’t show on their faces.
Where did this monster come from? His strength is astonishing!
The Wuchang Old Ghost didn’t even have confidence in defeating him, yet Chen Yang held his ground, even seeming to gain the upper hand.
"Interesting, looks like I have another rival now."
Wang Rui, wearing glasses, smiled and glanced over at Zhao Tiangang and others around him.
Zhao Tiangang remained silent, his eyes narrowing as he stared intently at Chen Yang on stage.
As if he was trying to see through Chen Yang completely.
"Damn, playing the fool to catch the tiger, but that’s good, my Soul Summoning Banner happens to be missing a main soul, since you’re so strong, I’ll choose you!" The Wuchang Old Ghost laughed evilly, his attacks growing even fiercer.
Determined to capture Chen Yang and refine his soul into the main soul of his Soul Summoning Banner.
Chen Yang parried effortlessly, yet was unsure if the Wuchang Old Ghost had any tricks left.
This kind of person was the most treacherous, surely hiding some unspeakable techniques.
So during every exchange, Chen Yang maintained vigilance, ready to defend at any moment.
The two fought back and forth, engaging in several hundred exchanges, still deadlocked.
At this point, the Wuchang Old Ghost lost all patience.
He retreated dozens of steps, planting the Soul Summoning Banner with a clang, ghostly energy emanating from him.
The fabric of the Soul Summoning Banner swayed in the wind, everything becoming eerie.
Chen Yang stood in place, watching the Wuchang Old Ghost from afar, deeply cautious.
Unclear about what he was planning.
"Is this, could this be the Wuchang Old Ghost’s secret technique?"
"Yes, it’s the secret technique, this Chen Yang is truly strong, to push the Wuchang Old Ghost to use the Soul Summoning Banner."
"Looks like Chen Yang is in for a tough time! The Wuchang Old Ghost’s Soul Summoning Banner is no mere ornament."
Someone on stage recognized what the Wuchang Old Ghost was attempting to do.
Crying out in astonishment.
"Freakish, how could the Shenlong competition attract such a monster!" Ao Min watched, sweating nervously.
He Xiran and Chen Hao were even more anxious!
Afraid that Chen Yang might lose, leading to trouble.
"Ms. He, there’s no need to worry; the master’s strength is definitely not below the Wuchang Old Ghost. Even if he’s at a disadvantage, nothing major will happen," Xiao Hei spoke to reassure.
He could see that He Xiran was overly tense.
Her teeth biting her lip, almost drawing blood.
"I hope Chen Yang can win!" He Xiran relaxed slightly, saying softly.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH...
On stage, after the Wuchang Old Ghost chanted a few incantations, the Soul Summoning Banner began to sway with the wind.
Emitting a howl, like the wails of ghosts...
