"Holy crap! That junk picker is insanely strong!"
The netizens on a certain site exploded the moment the match ended.
"Was that body possession from a fantasy novel?"
"What! Is there anyone kind enough to explain what happened just now? The footage was too horrifying, so I didn't dare watch it."
"You didn't watch? That junk picker was practically an immortal who had descended into the mortal world. He knocked his opponent unconscious with a single move from the Beggar Sect's Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, then used the highest-level Soul-Sucking Technique to seize his opponent's body."
"Holy crap, that strong? Does any big shot have a recording of the match?"
Many people had not watched the second match because the form Youshe displayed had been far too terrifying.
But the result had left everyone dumbfounded, and Arag's strength began to be wildly exaggerated online.
Still, overall, the effect on morale was excellent.
A faint smile also appeared on Dean Fang Tianhe's face. This victory had dealt the opponent a heavy blow. Although the score was technically 1:1, Dihua Ability Institute had gained a massive advantage.
"...What is that thing?"
The team of commissioners could not help drawing a sharp breath when they saw Arag floating toward the trash can in a ghostly state.
In this match, Youshe had displayed extraordinarily powerful strength. Even someone who had achieved Soul Infusion Mastery might be pierced through by the curse nails. Moreover, in her Ghost Form Liberation state, Youshe possessed both close-combat and soul-harvesting abilities, making her extremely difficult to fight.
Yet Arag had exploited the drastic contrast in his personality, along with a state in which he could never be killed no matter what, to cause his opponent's mentality to collapse. He had slowly lured him in until he finally seized his body.