In the blink of an eye, Li Leping's body was completely restored.
There was not even a scratch on his clothes.
It was the Forgetting Ghost's unconventional reset.
He had forcibly forgotten the fact that he had just suffered a certain-death sword strike.
Since the attack had been forgotten, the injuries to his body naturally ceased to exist.
Holding his long sword, Ye Zhen looked at the unscathed Li Leping, his gaze darkening slightly.
"Interesting. You actually survived a strike from my sword."
The instant Ye Zhen finished speaking.
Li Leping's counterattack arrived.
Under cover of the black smoke, the Ghost-Finding Ghost's certain-death attack triggered immediately.
Once the Ghost-Finding Ghost found someone, no matter how far away they were or where they hid, death was certain.
The air around Ye Zhen's body suddenly warped in an unnatural ripple.
An invisible paranormal attack instantly coiled around his neck.
A crisp crack of bone came from Ye Zhen's neck.
His head tilted to one side at an utterly unnatural angle, as though an invisible giant hand had forcibly snapped his neck.
But at that very same moment, the head of another limited-edition figurine fell off.
The Substitute Death Ghost activated again.
Ye Zhen's broken neck righted itself within a second, as though everything that had just happened had been an illusion.
This exchange between the two happened so quickly that it was dizzying.
One strike from the Certain-Splitting Sword, one lethal attack from the Ghost-Finding Ghost.
For any other Ghost Handler, the battle would have ended within those brief two seconds, with a corpse inevitably falling to the ground.
Yet the two men in the arena stood facing each other as though nothing had happened.
One could substitute his death indefinitely, while the other could forcibly forget his injuries.
The battle between