Manifested Ghost Energy

The next day,

Xin Yang arrived at the stadium early in the morning.

There were only two rounds of matches today.

Win both rounds, and one could enter the top eight.

And once one made it into the top eight, they would receive far better treatment than other students when choosing a school.

Arena No. 3.

By today, most of the younger students had already gotten to know Xin Yang.

The school forum had been flooded with discussions about Xin Yang last night.

During yesterday's matches, countless younger girls had already fallen for him.

Xin Yang had become the dream lover of girls throughout Wu City, who had even given him the nickname "Sun God."

So when it was Xin Yang's turn to compete today, the spectator stands around his arena were packed to the brim. Most people had no seats and could only stand.

Some had even climbed onto the railings, only to be scolded by the younger girls behind them for blocking their view.

As a result, those students sitting on the railings had no choice but to hunch over and lower their heads to watch the match.

Let us turn our attention back to Arena No. 3.

The screen displayed:

Xin Yang VS Huang Yong

After arriving at Arena No. 3,

Xin Yang and Huang Yong exchanged greetings.

Then something unexpected happened.

With a righteous and forthright expression, Huang Yong openly said to the referee,

"Referee, I request to forfeit!"

Huang Yong adjusted the glasses on his face and analyzed Xin Yang as he looked at him.

"Last night, I watched the match recordings of every top thirty-two contestant."

"I made a thorough analysis. Among these thirty-two people, the two I least wanted to face were Zhang Liang from Huabang City, and you, Xin Yang."

"Because only you two monsters made it impossible for me to determine your true strength."

"You both dealt with your opponents far too easily."

"So I concluded that I'm simply no match for either of you."

"Before the competition began, I made a careful plan. The moment I encountered either of you, I would surrender."

"I'll save my strength to face the other contestants."

After Huang Yong finished speaking,

he immediately leaped off Arena No. 3.

This move left Xin Yang standing there in a daze.

He stared in astonishment at Huang Yong's departing back.

A wave of boos rose from outside the arena!

"We already took our pants off, and this is what you're showing us?"

"Brother, at least trade a few blows before surrendering!"

"I worked so hard to squeeze in here, just to watch this?"

Huang Yong seemed unable to hear their complaints.

He walked straight toward the rest area.

Xin Yang helplessly shook his head.

He also returned to the rest area.

The big shots on the podium watched the uproar around Arena No. 3.

They could not help shaking their heads as well.

Meanwhile, Huang Yong's principal flushed red and lowered his head.

In the rest area, Xin Yang idly scrolled through his phone. What else could he do? He had only been on the field for a few dozen seconds before winning.

On the other side of the rest area, Huang Yong sat on a sofa with his arms folded, sleeping soundly.

It seemed that everything he had said was true. He really had spent the entire night watching match recordings and analyzing his opponents.

He was now so exhausted that he had fallen asleep.

Near noon,

after Xin Yang had wiped out a large quantity of steak, grilled meat, and milk from the rest area,

the eight matchups for the second round were officially announced.

This time, Xin Yang's opponent was Hua Yang from Bright City No. 3 High School.

Hua Yang was a man.

While in the rest area, Xin Yang had searched up information on the remaining opponents on his phone.

Hua Yang's father was a combat coach at the Wu City Ghost Energy Masters Association.

Therefore, Hua Yang possessed extensive combat skills and experience.

Every opponent who fought him would be toyed with by his vast combat experience.

This match had been assigned to Arena No. 1.

Arena No. 1 was an open cement field without any obstacles, making it the most suitable arena for close combat.

Upon arriving in the arena, Hua Yang first cupped his fists toward Xin Yang in greeting. Then he said to the referee,

"Referee, I'm ready."

The referee turned to Xin Yang.

"Student, are you ready?"

"I'm ready, Referee."

The match began!

In Arena No. 1, Hua Yang looked at his palms as streams of Ghost Energy slowly surged out and coiled around his hands.

He suddenly said, "Xin Yang, it may look like Ghost Energy-created ghost aura, but it's actually transformed from my bound ghost."

"Be careful. It'll hurt. Bear with it."

"Huh?" Xin Yang looked at his own hands as well, trying to transform ghost aura. However, it was completely useless. I thought I could materialize it too, transform anything I wanted.

Xin Yang curled his lips. "Looks like one still has to transform objects based on one's own bound ghost."

"Come on. Let's begin." Hua Yang clenched both fists, raised his guard before him, and looked at Xin Yang across from him.

"Mm." Xin Yang also raised his fists in imitation. This time, though, his stance looked much more natural.

The two exchanged a glance and suddenly stepped forward!

Bang!

Their bare fists collided heavily.

"Hiss." Xin Yang could not help baring his teeth. In an instant, a piercing pain spread through his body.

Xin Yang's body showed no sign of injury whatsoever, but he felt as though his internal organs were aching.

Simply colliding with ghost aura transformed by a bound ghost could cause pain on a physical level. It was utterly terrifying.

Was this what they called striking the ox across the mountain? He had clearly blocked the opponent's attack, yet his body still hurt?

Hua Yang's expression did not look good either. Xin Yang's immense strength had hurt his fist, the pain spreading through all four limbs and his body. For a moment, Hua Yang had not even wanted to touch Xin Yang again.

Their fists separated at the first contact, and both retreated. Xin Yang's face darkened as he said, "It seems I was thinking too simply. Let's fight seriously."

"Mm." Hua Yang nodded. "If merely touching your opponent already hurts you this badly, then once I begin using ghost tricks, you'll be in unbearable agony."

Xin Yang could not understand it no matter how much he thought about it. "We only traded a punch, and it hurt this much. Neither of us was even injured."

After hesitating for a moment, Hua Yang said thoughtfully, "The ghost aura you see is an ability called Manifested Ghost Energy."

Manifested Ghost Energy was university-level material.

Yet Hua Yang could already use Manifested Ghost Energy. In a student competition, it was practically an overwhelming advantage.

Xin Yang's attack was once again nimbly evaded by Hua Yang.

His Dream Origin ghost trick did not confuse Hua Yang either.

Seeing Xin Yang's surprise, Hua Yang's gaze remained firm. "Manifested Ghost Energy can resist the effects of ghost skills below the proficient tier."

"Proficient-tier ghost skills?" Xin Yang asked in confusion.

Hua Yang did not answer Xin Yang's question. Instead, he shouted,

"Come."

Screech!

One punch!

In Arena No. 1, Hua Yang's fist, coated in ghost aura, struck Xin Yang's arm. The ghost aura directly pierced through Xin Yang's arm!

"Urgh." As Hua Yang's fist landed, Xin Yang let out a pained groan. His hand tightly clamped around Hua Yang's wrist, the tremendous force causing him intense pain and nearly crushing Hua Yang's wrist bone.

But to Hua Yang's surprise,

within Arena No. 1,

strands of ghost aura began to manifest around Xin Yang's body as well.

Xin Yang lowered his head.

An exceedingly eerie voice came from his mouth.

It was so quiet that only Hua Yang could hear it.

"You... shouldn't have hurt him..."

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