Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 138 Lonely

The movement in the corner did not attract too many people's attention, because most of the ghost controllers' attention was focused on the arrogant Ye Zhen.

This handsome young man stood proudly on the rostrum, standing at the highest position in the audience, as if he were standing on the top of a mountain, overlooking all the living beings at his feet.

The cloak was slightly lifted, and a sword inlaid with gems was faintly revealed, as if he wanted to test his edge with the people of the world.

Ye Zhen looked straight at Fang Shiming, his sharp eyes filled with unstoppable heroic spirit.

"If you want to fight, then fight. If you are not convinced, I, Mr. Ye, will have a fight with you today. I will kill you off my horse and become invincible in the world!"

"..."

Fang Shiming's eyelids twitched. He didn't know if Ye was really just a stupid young man, or if he really had such strong confidence.

After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't want to fight an unprepared battle.

After all, he didn't carry his trump card with him. If he really got into a fight, it would be bad if he suffered a loss.

He was already retreating in his heart, but his long-standing reputation did not allow Fang Shiming to give in with words.

At least you have to find a reason.

"Hmph, if I don't have to worry about the overall situation now, I wouldn't mind teaching you a lesson. Waiting for this supernatural incident..."

"Don't say anything more. If you don't dare, you just don't dare. How can you find so many excuses." Ye Zhen sternly stopped Fang Shiming's words, stepped forward and stepped on the raised steps of the rostrum.

"It's fine if you've always been a coward. Now you're pretending to be cool and you actually want to get away? You clearly don't take me seriously and want to slap me, Mr. Ye, in the face."

Ye Zhen's tone was full of dissatisfaction. He held the sword with his left hand and leaned forward to press Fang Shiming with his momentum.

"Just one sentence today, Fang Shiming, do you dare to have a fight with me, Ye Zhen!"

Too arrogant.

This is the common thought in the minds of all the ghost masters in the hall.

This is the command center set up by the headquarters. Countless ghost masters are hidden in the dark, and the power they erupt is enough to scare everyone.

This Ye Zhen regards the headquarters as if it is nothing, and does not save any face for Fang Shiming, who is under the headquarters. If he breaks his face, isn't he afraid that he will not be able to get out of Dadong City?

But what they didn't know was that Ye Zhen had already restrained himself very much.

As a middle school boy who has integrated pretense into his nature, Fang Shiming contradicted him when he was pretentious. In Ye Zhen's opinion, it was a slap in his face.

If it were in Ye Zhen's own territory, he wouldn't ask any more questions about such rude people, and would solve the problem directly with a set of combos.

But considering that the headquarters had kindly invited him to come, he still gave Fang Shiming several opportunities.

If Fang Shiming was willing to give in, Ye Zhen would not continue to pursue it.

Will Fang Shiming give in?

Under the depressing atmosphere, the conference room fell into an eerie silence.

Not only did the other ghost masters dare not speak, but even Fang Shiming gritted his teeth, not knowing how to end it.

Does this guy Ye Zhen really do things without considering the consequences?If a fight really breaks out, do we really have to decide life and death on this occasion?

Now Fang Shiming really wants someone to come forward and stop this farce, but if he has the ability to stop Ye Zhen, he is either not here, or he is just taking advantage of himself, and no one will help him.

As time passed, some whispers gradually appeared in the silent conference room.

Fang Shiming knew that he could not wait any longer, otherwise the news that he had given up in front of Ye Zhen would soon spread throughout the supernatural world.If the image of your hard work collapses, your future plans will also be hindered. "Then do as you wish. I hope your strength is as tough as your mouth."

As soon as he finished speaking, no movement was seen from Fang Shiming. The ghost controller in the conference room suddenly heard some kind of whistling sound.

It was an invisible strong wind, blowing from an unknown supernatural place and sweeping towards Ye Zhen.

The ghost masters along the way couldn't help but shudder. The cold ghost wind passed directly through them. Even if they were not the target of the attack, they still felt like falling into an ice cave, and the ghosts in their bodies were a little shaken.

It was rumored that the ghost wind Fang Shiming could even blow away supernatural events. Now it seems that the rumors are not false.

This single move is enough to prove that Fang Shiming is better than most ghost controllers, and can even send them to see the King of Hell at the same time.

Even if the ghost controller was not the target, the attack on Ye Zhen who faced the ghost wind was even more terrifying.

Just the moment he came into contact with the ghost wind, Ye Zhen's body suddenly froze.

His skin has turned gray, and if you look closely, you can see countless small cracks on it, like weathered rocks that will break into powder at the slightest touch.

Ye Zhen's pupils were dilated and he stared blankly ahead, as if he was about to die.

However, this state only lasted for a moment.

The next moment, Ye Zhen's eyes suddenly turned, and all the injuries on his body disappeared mysteriously. He even walked to Fang Shiming step by step despite the ghostly wind.

Fang Shiming's eyes were full of unbelievable surprise, because he saw that Ye Zhen's skin was constantly cracking and healing, much faster than he knew.

Even a real fierce ghost cannot resist the ghost wind so easily.

"That's it?"

Against the ghostly wind, Ye Zhen looked down at Fang Shiming.

The whistling sound of the ghost wind became more and more intense. If the surrounding ghost masters had not dispersed long ago, they would have been blown to pieces by the aftermath.

However, Ye Zhen acted like an innocent person and sneered with disdain: "One punch, as long as you can withstand one punch, I, Mr. Ye, will count you as the winner."

After that, he didn't give Fang Shiming a chance to react, and struck out a straight punch seemingly at random.

The ghost controllers watching around didn't understand the meaning of this move. For the ghost controller, the physical damage he could suffer was very small. How much effect could boxing have?

But Fang Shiming was so frightened that his eyes widened. The invincible Gui Feng was actually broken by this ordinary punch.

Like the waves hitting a stubborn rock, it was split in two from the center, unable to shake Ye Zhen in the slightest.

There was no time to dodge, and the seemingly light punch suddenly accelerated and hit Fang Shiming's chest with great force.

This power is unmatched by even the most powerful boxer in the world. At the moment of contact, Fang Shiming's sternum began to sink, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out of his mouth.

As if he was hit by a moving train, the chair behind him instantly fell apart, and he flew backwards until he hit the corner with a muffled sound.

With just one punch, one of the strongest in the supernatural world was knocked to the ground, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The howling wind had long since stopped, and many of the ghost masters were silent, and the hall fell into deeper silence for a while.

"Life is always as lonely as snow."

Ye Zhen, who had stood up on the chair at some point, sighed and looked up at the chandelier in the conference room, as if looking at a lonely full moon.

"How lonely it is to be invincible! How empty it is to be invincible..."

(End of this chapter)