Chapter 188: Clash of Masters
Deng Feng propped his Black Bone in front of him, a cold smirk on his face as he watched the Blood-Clad Zhong Siyu walk towards him. He seemed incredibly confident, showing no signs of panic.
Or perhaps, he had another objective, which was why he wasn't in a hurry to make a move.
Zhong Siyu stopped, her gaze fixed intently on Deng Feng, her blood-red eyes blazing with fury.
"Deng Feng, you broke your word! You destroyed my Ghost Building, killed my subordinates, heh, quite something, aren't you?"
Zhong Siyu stared at Deng Feng for a long moment before she spoke, her face twisted into a menacing grin. It was a grin that exuded a pathological madness, a kind of extreme smile that no normal person could possibly make.
"If we're putting on a show, then naturally it has to be convincing, otherwise, how will the audience buy it? Don't you agree? " Deng Feng asked with a cold laugh.
"Screw your show! I think you're just using this 'show' as an excuse to get rid of me! Do you take me for a fool? " Zhong Siyu's grin vanished, replaced by an angry retort.
"Don't get so heated. So what if a few spirits were eliminated? There's no need to be so agitated. As for this Ghost Building, if it's gone, it's gone. I have plenty of Soul-Gathering Beads here. Living inside a Soul-Gathering Bead is far more comfortable than staying in your Ghost Building. Want to give it a try? " Deng Feng asked, still smiling.
"I'll try your mother!"
"Die for me!"
With a twisted grin on her face, Zhong Siyu violently waved her hand, and these controlled debris, like a torrential downpour, flew towards Deng Feng's position.
Not only was Deng Feng within the attack's radius, but Yang Haoran and the other Night Watchers were also caught in Zhong Siyu's assault.
While ordinary debris, even in large quantities, might pose some threat to Night Watchers like Yang Haoran, it wouldn't be fatal. However, the current situation was different. These random objects, empowered by Zhong Siyu's might, were no longer ordinary. If struck by them, one wouldn't die but would surely be crippled.
The Night Watchers' faces changed drastically. They dared not underestimate Zhong Siyu's move and swiftly activated the Spirit Power within their bodies.
They weren't foolish enough to believe their Spirit Power could inflict any harm on a powerful Evil Spirit like Zhong Siyu. The reason they quickly channeled their internal Spirit Power was solely to exert their utmost effort in defense, to avoid being wiped out by Zhong Siyu's single strike.
But what the Night Watchers present hadn't anticipated was that their hurried activation of Spirit Power turned out to be completely useless.
Because Deng Feng, the Emissary of Death, had taken on everything for them!
Deng Feng snatched the Black Bone that had been plunged into the ground, gripping it tightly with both hands. With a sweeping motion, a massive, arcing blade light roared forth, colliding once more with Zhong Siyu's attack.
Explosions reverberated ceaselessly, stones shattered, furniture turned to dust, and all the miscellaneous objects erupted into countless fragments at that moment!
Yang Haoran and the other Night Watchers were all inwardly astonished, not by Deng Feng's strength, but by his actions.
Deng Feng had expended a significant amount of Spirit Power to block Zhong Siyu's attack. In the eyes of Yang Haoran and the other Night Watchers, their superior was not a particularly warm-hearted person. For him to proactively use Spirit Power to shield them from this strike was truly beyond their expectations.
After all, tonight's battle had just begun, and no one could predict what further variables might arise. Conserving more Spirit Power meant a greater chance of victory; conversely, excessive consumption of Spirit Power beforehand would be detrimental with no benefits.
Now that the ordinary spirits were gone, and the Ghost Building demolished, only Zhong Siyu, the Blood-Clad Evil Spirit, remained. And this Blood-Clad Evil Spirit was not someone these Night Watchers could handle, so what value did they still have in remaining here?
What was their boss, Deng Feng, trying to achieve by bringing them here tonight?
To cheer him on?
The Night Watchers present would never think that way. At this moment, even the less perceptive Night Watchers sensed that something was amiss.
"All these years, if you had been willing to cultivate a few malevolent spirits to be your followers, you wouldn't be in this isolated position now, unable to stand alone. But you, you swallowed all the malevolent spirits, leaving behind only useless ordinary spirits to fend for themselves. Now you can't even find a helper. I really don't know what you're thinking. " Deng Feng sneered.
"None of your damn business! " Zhong Siyu cursed first, then her face twisted into a vicious grin as she added, "Do you think victory is already in your grasp?"
"Isn't it? " Deng Feng countered with a smile.
"Heh heh, that's hard to say."
As her words fell, a bloody gleam flashed in Zhong Siyu's crimson eyes. Deng Feng instantly felt a wave of dizziness, his consciousness blurring, which made him involuntarily close his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a bed, sunlight streaming into the room, warming the duvet. He groggily sat up, his gaze sweeping around the room. He realized he was in a space that felt incredibly familiar.
"This is. . . this is my room?"
Rubbing his head, he felt as if he had just woken from a very long dream, his mind heavy and muddled, like he'd had too much to drink.
"Ah Feng, are you still not up?"
A knock sounded from outside the room, and a woman's voice called out to him.
"I'm up."
Deng Feng responded instinctively, but as soon as the words left his lips, he felt a strange sense of unease. He seemed to have forgotten something, yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall what it was.
The door opened, and a middle-aged woman walked towards Deng Feng with a reproachful look.
Who was this middle-aged woman? In Deng Feng's memory, this was his mother.
"Look at the time, and you're still not up. Aren't you going to school today?"
The middle-aged woman spoke as she approached Deng Feng, but a strange sense of danger inexplicably arose in Deng Feng's heart.
This sudden feeling of danger made his brows furrow. He remembered the dream he'd just had.
Was it really just a dream?
The doubt in his heart made Deng Feng close his eyes. Seeing this, the middle-aged woman quickly hastened her steps to Deng Feng's side.
"Still not fully awake? Is something wrong? Do you have a fever?"
The middle-aged woman's face showed concern, and she reached out to touch Deng Feng's forehead. But just as her hand was halfway extended, Deng Feng suddenly spoke in a cold voice.
"Stop your filthy hands!"
His voice was chilling, carrying a strong killing intent!
The middle-aged woman's hand paused, a hint of anger surfacing on her face.
"Ah Feng, how can you speak to your mother like that?"
But Deng Feng didn't answer the middle-aged woman. He violently opened his eyes, and at the instant they opened, they suddenly turned pitch black, like two black gemstones.
As his Ghost Eye activated, the world before him instantly transformed. The room vanished; he was merely standing blankly in place, and the woman who had claimed to be his mother had transformed into a Blood-Clad young woman with a hideous, distorted face!
One of her hands was already terrifyingly close!
Seeing that Deng Feng had activated his Ghost Eye and broken through the illusion, Zhong Siyu's malicious grin deepened, revealing a set of pearly white, yet disturbingly unnatural, teeth.
The next instant, Zhong Siyu's hand, already so close, slammed down fiercely onto Deng Feng's head!
Dense Yin Qi converged in her palm, and this strike landed heavily on Deng Feng's skull!
"Heh heh, this is for you!"
Boom!
The ground cracked, and half of Deng Feng's body was slammed into the earth. It wasn't that he didn't want to dodge, but in this situation, he couldn't dodge at all. Moreover, Zhong Siyu's attack was too fast, making it even more impossible for him to evade.
Forget dodging, in this situation, he couldn't even manage the most basic defense; his head took the full force of the blow.
Although Zhong Siyu's spirit body was much more solidified than a typical malevolent spirit, her body was ultimately still an incorporeal form. Logically, her strike should not have affected Deng Feng, at most, it would have simply passed through him.
However, in the instant before she struck, she condensed a large amount of Yin Qi into her hand. This had a completely different effect. It was similar to how Night Watchers deal with ghosts: without the enhancement of Spirit Power, physical objects cannot harm ghosts, but with Spirit Power, the outcome is entirely different. The principle is the same for both.
Nevertheless, it would be extremely difficult for an ordinary ghost to do what Zhong Siyu just did. Firstly, the Yin Qi they release is far less potent than that of an Evil Spirit. Secondly, the Yin Qi released by an Evil Spirit has a qualitative difference from what they release.
Having taken Zhong Siyu's blow full on, Deng Feng's face flushed, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood!
Zhong Siyu intended to strike while the iron was hot, delivering a few more blows to Deng Feng, but by this time, Deng Feng had reacted, his Black Bone slashing out at Zhong Siyu in front of him!
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