Zhao Luo's ghost and his apparition started brawling again.
'Boom.'
'Bang!'
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Blasting sounds which shook the dark space were falling on Zhao Luo's ears as the fight started.
Right from the start, both parties came at each other with intense attacks.
An hour passed and the fight continued.
In the last hour, the apparitions weren't able to even put a scratch on the ghost but as the fight continued the growth of apparitions was more than the ghost itself.
Since the ghost was fighting enemies weaker than himself so he was only pressured by the apparitions' numbers, while the apparitions who couldn't even take down a single enemy wanted nothing more than to be strong enough to take the ghost down.
Thus the pressure on the ghost increased.
A few more hours later.
Things were going differently from when the fight had started.
The ghost looked messy.
Nine apparitions had been working with perfect synergy against the ghost.
"Mini walk."
The ghost said as the nine apparitions each with a different fist attack were aiming for his head, chest, abdomen, back, and so on.
'Mini walk.'
'Mini walk.'
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The apparitions followed after the ghost who was trying to break their momentum by flashing away from their attacks.
'It didn't work.'
Zhao Luo commented as the apparitions were moving according to the perfectly countering rhythm that had covered all kinds of future steps that the ghost could take.
"Have they evolved further? To a stage where they can use predictive moves against a powerful enemy?"
Zhao Luo mumbled as the chemistry between his apparitions was off the roof.
Just like his strength which was 'over 9000' when he had taken the outer disciple qualification test.
'Hmm.'
Zhao Luo wondered what his ghost would do now with a smile on his face.
This was his last preparation for the tournament and it was going unbelievably well while he, himself, enjoyed his time as a spectator.
The ghost who was once again surrounded by the apparitions dropped his fists and pulled his arms back.
"Bullet fists."
One after another from his right and then his left fist, the ghost started throwing punches at the maximum speed.
"CALMING FIST."
Six apparitions used calming fists to counter the bullet fists of the ghost.
"Bullet Fist."
While the remaining three apparitions threw their fists full of strength and calmness at the ghost.
"BOOM."
Being countered by the apparitions, the ghost fists blew backward with the pressure of the twelve fists coming at him.
The remaining six fists of the three apparitions carrying a bullet fist in each of their hands, fell on the ghost's body one after another.
'Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang.'
Six consecutive blasting sounds arose from the apparition's fists falling on the ghost's body as the ghost rattled under the explosive power of those fists which were damaging his body from the outside and the inside.
It was like someone had loaded a machine gun and was now having fun shooting down some birds.
"He lost!"
Zhao Luo was amused as this was something that he had never expected.
This was the moment when Zhao Luo had learned a big lesson.
"I understand."
[ Even if numbers on one side are weak, they can still bring down the stronger side, only when they use themselves to the maximum ]
Zhao Luo calmly let out every word as if he was giving a lecture and while he said those words a little shine could be seen coming out of his wrist of the right arm.
Zhao Luo instinctively turned his gaze away from the fight and looked at his wrist.
"The Heaven's Tomb is shining!"
Zhao Luo said as he looked at the shine which was outlining the shape of heaven's tomb.
Soon, that shine died down.
'What could have caused it to shine?'
Zhao Luo didn't know now but one day he will know that he was the reason behind this mysterious shine coming out of heaven's tomb.
Zhao Luo looked back at his apparitions who were surrounding the defeated ghost and looked at the ghost who was literally rubbing his face on the dark floor.
The apparitions had victorious grins on their faces.
The grin only lasted for a few moments.
"Blink."
The ghost blinked his eyes and at the same moment, he pushed himself forwards with his hands while giving his body a rotation.
The ghost while spinning mid-air was going towards five of the apparitions.
It may have been because the apparitions had just won for the first time that they were defenselessly grinning.
Seeing the sudden action of the ghost they couldn't protect themselves and like a drill going through a wall, multiple punches of the ghost landed on their bodies.
'Bang, bang, bang, bang.'
Each of the four apparitions was thrown away in a different direction, by the impact behind the fist of the ghost.
"Oh, he got up."
Seeing the sudden retaliation of the defeated ghost, Zhao Luo jumped up in excitement.
The five apparitions who were left standing rushed after the ghost while the ghost crouched.
Thud!
He jumped backward and appeared above the apparitions.
Both of his arms were pulled back as his elbows were pointing inwards.
'Reee.'
The five apparitions stopped altogether and looked upwards at the ghost who was going to attack them.
"Bullet Fist...of Yin and Yang."
The ghost mumbled as his fist came right towards the heads of the apparitions who were lowering their bodies.
The black and white sigil kept ln getting bigger and bigger as it almost fell on the apparitions.
'Blink~'
The five apparitions hurriedly used their mini walk as they tried to dodge the ghost's attack by flashing away to a random spot.
The ghost fists fell on the dark floor.
Even though the apparitions had escaped the range of the attack but they were caught in the impact of the shockwave left by its attack.
Getting hit by that shock, they were thrown away like rag dolls.
'Fwoosh.'
The next instant, the ghost could be seen slowly landing on the crater created by the aftermath of his attack, on the dark floor.
"Thud!"
"Bang!"
The moment his feet touched the floor, Zhao Luo's fist which contained his full strength blasted away the ghost's head.
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