Chapter 138: So Lonely
The movement in the corner didn’t attract much attention, because most Ghost Controllers’ attention was focused on the arrogant Ye Zhen.
This handsome youth stood proudly on the rostrum, at the highest position in the entire hall, like standing on a mountaintop, overlooking the masses below.
His cape fluttered slightly, revealing a faintly visible Jeweled Sword embedded with gems, as if ready to test its edge against the world.
Ye Zhen’s direct gaze shot toward Fang Shiming, his sharp eyes filled with unstoppable heroic spirit.
“If you want to fight, then fight. If you’re not convinced, I, Ye Mouren, will fight you today, cut you down, and forge my name as invincible in the world!”
“…”
Fang Shiming’s eyelid twitched, unsure if Ye Zhen was just a naive hothead or truly had such confidence.
After hesitating, he still didn’t want to fight unprepared.
After all, he hadn’t brought his trump card with him, and if they really fought, it would be bad if he suffered a loss.
His heart was already beating the retreat drum, but his long-standing reputation didn’t allow Fang Shiming to back down verbally.
He needed at least a reason.
“Hmph, if it weren’t for the need to prioritize the bigger picture right now, I wouldn’t mind teaching you a lesson. After this supernatural event…”
“No more words. If you don’t dare, you don’t dare. Where do all these excuses come from?” Ye Zhen sharply interrupted Fang Shiming’s words, stepping forward onto the raised step of the rostrum.
“If you stayed a shrinking turtle, that would be fine, but you acted tough and now want to retreat unscathed? Clearly, you don’t take me seriously and want to slap my face.”
Ye Zhen’s tone was full of displeasure, his left hand pressing on the Jeweled Sword, his forward-leaning posture carrying momentum pressing toward Fang Shiming.
“One sentence today: You, Fang Shiming, dare to fight me, Ye Zhen?”
Too arrogant.
This was the common thought in the minds of all Ghost Controllers in the hall.
This was the headquarters’ command center, with countless Ghost Controllers hidden in the shadows, their unleashed strength enough to chill everyone to the bone.
Yet Ye Zhen treated headquarters as nothing, giving no face to Fang Shiming under headquarters, and if faces were torn, wasn’t he afraid he couldn’t leave Dadong City?
But what they didn’t know was that Ye Zhen had already restrained himself greatly.
As a chuunibyou youth who integrated showing off into his nature, Fang Shiming opposing him while he showed off was, in Ye Zhen’s view, slapping his face.
If it were on Ye Zhen’s own turf, he wouldn’t ask twice about such insolent people—a combo would settle it directly.
But considering headquarters had politely invited him over, he still gave Fang Shiming several chances.
If Fang Shiming was willing to back down, Ye Zhen wouldn’t pursue it further.
Would Fang Shiming back down?
Under the oppressive atmosphere, the meeting room fell into eerie silence.
Not only did the other Ghost Controllers not dare speak, even Fang Shiming clenched his teeth, unsure how to end it.
Did this Ye Zhen really not consider consequences in his actions? If they really fought, would they truly decide life and death in such a setting?
Right now, Fang Shiming desperately wanted someone to step in and stop this farce, but those capable of stopping Ye Zhen were either not here or just watching the drama, with no one to help him.
As time passed, whispers gradually emerged in the silent meeting room.
Fang Shiming knew he couldn’t wait any longer, or news of him backing down before Ye Zhen would soon spread through the supernatural circle. His carefully built image would collapse, and future plans would be hindered.
“Then as you wish. I hope your strength is as hard as your mouth.”
No sooner had the words fallen than, without any visible action from Fang Shiming, the Ghost Controllers in the meeting room suddenly heard a whistling sound.
It was an invisible gale, blowing from an unknown supernatural land, sweeping toward Ye Zhen’s position.
The Ghost Controllers along the way couldn’t help but shiver, the chilling Ghost Wind passing straight through their bodies. Even though they weren’t the target, they felt as if plunged into an ice cave, with the fierce ghosts in their bodies somewhat shaken.
Rumor has it Ghost Wind Fang Shiming could even blow away supernatural events directly; now it seemed the rumors were not false.
This one move alone proved Fang Shiming surpassed most Ghost Controllers, even able to send them all to meet the King of Hell at once.
If non-target Ghost Controllers were like this, then Ye Zhen, facing Ghost Wind directly, suffered an even more terrifying attack.
The instant he touched Ghost Wind, Ye Zhen’s body suddenly stiffened.
His skin turned ashen white; if looked at closely, countless tiny cracks could be seen on it, like weathered rock that would crumble to powder with a light touch.
Ye Zhen’s pupils were already dilated, staring blankly ahead, as if about to die just like that.
However, this state lasted only an instant.
The next moment, Ye Zhen’s eyes suddenly moved, all his injuries mysteriously vanished, and even against Ghost Wind, he walked step by step to Fang Shiming.
Fang Shiming’s eyes were full of incredulous shock, because he saw Ye Zhen’s skin constantly cracking and healing, at a speed far beyond his cognition.
Even a real fierce ghost couldn’t resist Ghost Wind this easily.
“That’s it?”
Facing the howling Ghost Wind, Ye Zhen looked down at Fang Shiming.
The whistling of Ghost Wind grew fiercer; if the surrounding Ghost Controllers hadn’t scattered early, they too would be reduced to white bones by the aftermath now.
Yet Ye Zhen acted as if nothing happened, sneering disdainfully: “One punch. If you can withstand one punch, I, Ye Mouren, will count it as your win.”
Without giving Fang Shiming a chance to react, he threw out a straight punch as if casually.
The surrounding Ghost Controllers watching didn’t understand the meaning of this move; for Ghost Controllers, physical damage was already minimal—how much could a punch do?
But Fang Shiming was already scared with eyes wide: his normally invincible Ghost Wind was broken by this ordinary punch.
Like waves meeting a stubborn rock, splitting in two from the center, unable to shake Ye Zhen at all.
Too late to dodge, the seemingly light punch suddenly accelerated, carrying immense force crashing into Fang Shiming’s chest.
This strength even the world’s strongest boxer couldn’t match; the instant it touched, Fang Shiming’s chest bones caved in, a mouthful of old blood spraying from his mouth.
He was like hit by a high-speed train; the chair behind him shattered instantly, his whole body flying back until crashing into the wall corner with a dull thud.
With just one punch, one of the strongest in the supernatural circle was beaten to the ground, life or death unknown.
The howling gale had long stopped, all the Ghost Controllers silent as cicadas in winter, the hall plunging into even deeper silence.
“Life is always lonely as snow.”
At some point, Ye Zhen had stood on a chair, sighing as he looked up at the meeting room’s chandelier, as if gazing at a lonely full moon.
“Invincible is so~ so lonely~ Invincible is so~ so empty…”
