The arena had been built from blocks of Purple Yin Crystal, and its sturdiness went without saying.
Two ghost generals stood atop the arena, both clad in armor.
The gilded armor was imposing. One of the ghost generals was a Long-Tongued Ghost, while the other was a Crimson Flame Ghost.
"Which one is General Hepburn?" Xie Changliu asked someone nearby.
Someone pointed at the Long-Tongued Ghost and explained, "There, that's him."
"From the looks of it, unless a Ghost King appears, he's practically invincible."
"The position of the next Ghost King is surely his."
"Exactly, exactly," someone nearby agreed.
"I wonder how many moves this Crimson Flame Ghost can withstand."
As soon as those words fell, the two on the arena began their duel.
The Crimson Flame Ghost struck first. Opening his enormous mouth, he spat out a massive fireball.
The blazing flames incinerated the void as they hurtled toward General Hepburn.
However, General Hepburn was clearly not flustered. As the fireball flew toward him, he clenched his right fist and punched straight at it.
With a thunderous boom, sparks scattered in every direction, and the fireball was obliterated by the force of his punch.
The Crimson Flame Ghost's gaze narrowed. He spread his arms, and as though he had spontaneously combusted, his entire body was ignited in roaring flames.
The flames that towered into the heavens transformed into countless fireballs. Nearly a hundred of them floated in the air.
The Crimson Flame Ghost spread his arms and slapped both palms forward. With a boom, the hundred fireballs linked together like a string of suns.
The fireballs descended from the sky, their crushing pressure and searing heat making everyone around them afraid to look directly at them.
The crowd scattered and retreated several steps.
General Hepburn stood at the very