In front of everyone's nervous eyes, Zhang Kanwen hesitated for a while. Then, he moved his hand, taking the five copper coins and retreating to avoid the ghost cultivator's attack.
I sighed inwardly. A simple dodge wouldn't have much effect on the outcome of the battle. However, Zhang Kanwen was afraid of the ghost cultivator's fangs, which weakened his momentum a little.
Zhang Kanwen seemed to be aware of this problem. He looked angry and embarrassed. His hands moved faster, making a hand seal that I had never seen before.
After the hand seal was formed, there seemed to be a flash of silver lightning between his fingers. As he suddenly pointed, the silver lightning instantly shot towards the five copper coins. The copper coins then glowed with silver light. After forming a plum blossom shape in the air, their figures flickered a few times and unexpectedly disappeared.
Of course, the big copper coins wouldn't disappear into thin air. There must be a reason why they disappeared.
Lin Zhong's face changed. He took out the incense burner and wanted to cast the spell again. However, it was too late. When the five plum blossom silver coins reappeared, they were already nailed to the ghost cultivator's body.
The ghost cultivator screeched. It couldn't move. Its black and viscous body gradually faded, as if it was about to vanish.
At this moment, Lin Zhong had just taken out the incense burner. When he saw the ghost being nailed by the copper coins, he roared. He didn't say anything and threw the black powder into the incense burner, crazily throwing it at the ghost cultivator.
This time, the small incense burner released more black liquid, which formed a black line in the air. When all the liquid was thrown out, the ghost cultivator's body became solid again.
Not only its head, but the ghost cultivator's entire body had turned black and viscous. Long, spiral nails even grew on its fingers and toes.
Just from the surface, it could be seen that the strength of this Ghost Cultivator had once again increased. Fortunately, under the Ghost Cultivator's frantic struggle, Zhang Kanwen's five copper coins were still firmly nailed to its body, without the slightest bit of loosening.
The ghost cultivator's five acupuncture points were nailed. Unless it could reach the Heavenly Master realm and become a Ghost Immortal, it would still be under Zhang Kanwen's control.
I exhaled in relief. At this moment, Zhang Kanwen had a higher chance of winning. Moreover, from Lin Zhong's appearance, the black liquid that could increase a ghost cultivator's power was gone.
This was indeed the case. Zhang Kanwen's expression relaxed a bit and he recited another spell. After he finished reciting the spell, the topmost copper coin suddenly emitted a silver light that was almost the size of a washbasin. It covered a large area from the Ghost Cultivator's neck to his forehead.
Through the silver light, one could vaguely see the ghost cultivator's mouth open wide, trying its best to bite the silver light. However, the silver light was illusory, so how could it bite it?
After chanting the first part of the incantation, Zhang Kanwen quickly began to chant the second part of the incantation. Then, the silver light on the other copper coin began to surge.
The situation was clear. As long as Zhang Kanwen read all five parts of the incantation and the five copper coins covered the ghost cultivator, he would be able to refine the ghost cultivator. At the same time, he would win this match.
As expected of Zhang Kanwen, who is the strongest in our Guangdong branch in this exchange competition. The moment he entered the arena, he played the role of a stabilizing force. Following this, as long as he can defeat one more person, we will be able to recover from our previous disadvantage.
However, while we were relaxing, Lin Zhong took action again. He took out an Eight Trigrams Mirror that looked like a magic tool.
I was bewildered. I thought that he wanted to give up on the ghost cultivator and fight the ghost himself.
It was ridiculous. The Nanyang Daoist sects were better than the Daoist sects in the Central Plains when it came to raising ghosts. However, when it came to Daoist techniques like magical tools and Daoist techniques, they were just a grain of rice. How could it compete with the bright moon?
Although Zhang Kanwen had to deal with the ghost cultivator, Lin Zhong wasn't his equal opponent. I was sure of this.
However, what happened next was beyond my expectations. After Lin Zhong took out the Eight Trigrams Mirror, he didn't fight the ghost cultivator himself. Instead, he threw the mirror at the ghost cultivator.
In just a blink of an eye, I understood that the Eight Trigrams Mirror wasn't a magic tool. It was a soul tool used by the ghost cultivator!
Liang Kaixiong, the one I had killed, had a soul tool to control the ghosts. Lin Zhong's power was even higher. How could he not have a soul tool?
Moreover, he had chosen to take out his soul tool at this moment because he was confident that he could deal with Zhang Kanwen's five copper coins.
This time, I was right. The ghost cultivator struggled to raise his hand to catch the Eight Trigrams Mirror. The viscous black liquid on his body surged toward the mirror, covering it completely. Then, the ghost cultivator fiercely patted the silver plate on his body.
In just a blink of an eye, the silver plate was completely covered. The ghost cultivator didn't stop moving. He immediately picked up the Eight Trigrams Mirror. However, the silver halo of the copper coins didn't reappear. Instead, it was submerged in the viscous black liquid.
Although I didn't know what had happened, I knew something was wrong when I saw Zhang Kanwen's face change.
The ghost cultivator's next move also confirmed my suspicion. At first, he wasn't very agile, but now, he seemed to be much more agile. The Eight Trigrams Mirror in his hand didn't stop moving. Soon, he patted the other copper coins on the mirror. After everything was done, Zhang Kanwen's five copper coins had disappeared.
I used my Dao energy to sense. The viscous black liquid seemed to have a good barrier against Dao energy. Although it was just a thin layer, I couldn't sense the copper coins.
I wasn't the only one who couldn't sense it. I turned to look at Zhang Kanwen. From his expression, I could tell that he couldn't sense the trace of his magic tool either.
At this moment, no one needed to remind me. Everyone could see that Zhang Kanwen was in trouble.
The only lucky thing was that the five copper coins weren't Zhang Kanwen's natal magic tools. That was why he wasn't hurt like Chen Shuhe. Instead, he took out a magic tool that looked like a ceremonial tablet.
In ancient times, the ceremonial tablet was a tool that the ministers held in their hands when they went to the imperial court to record things. It was long in shape, and its materials included jade and ivory.
It was rare to see a magic tool in this shape.
This time, Zhang Kanwen didn't make any hand seals or read any spells. He just casually patted the tablet.
It looked like a simple move, but it contained a strong aura. Even though I was standing at the edge of the venue, I felt my heart skip a beat. It was as if something invisible was pressing on my body, making me feel extremely heavy.
The ghost cultivator also felt it. He immediately raised the Eight Trigrams Mirror in his hand. At the same time, the viscous black liquid on his body crazily surged toward the Eight Trigrams Mirror, trying to resist Zhang Kanwen's attack.
It was a simple slap and a simple resistance, but when they collided, they created an earth-shaking explosion.
Along with the explosion, a wave of Qi surged in the center of the venue. The low-level Fengshui Masters standing nearby were knocked to the ground.
After the wave of Qi calmed down, people looked up and saw Zhang Kanwen spurting blood. He slumped on the ground. The ceremonial tablet in his hand was also thrown to the ground.
As for the Ghost Cultivator, he was nowhere to be seen. All that was left on the ground was a puddle of black water and a broken Eight Trigrams Mirror.
Lin Zhong, the fat and dark-skinned elder of the Ghost Raising Sect, wasn't much stronger than Zhang Kanwen. Blood flowed from his mouth and nose. Although he didn't fall to the ground, he didn't have the strength to fight anymore.
The result of this battle was finally out. The ghost cultivator's soul was destroyed. Both Zhang Kanwen and Lin Zhong were severely injured. They didn't have the strength to fight anymore. The two of them had fought to a draw.
The Nanyang Daoist Faction's arrogance finally subsided a little. They quickly sent someone to discuss with Chairman Xu. Both sides confirmed the average result and agreed to have the third battle another day.
After the people of the Nanyang Daoist Faction had left, the people of our Guangdong branch stood there. No one spoke.
Although Zhang Kanwen's draw had helped us regain some dignity and the Nanyang Daoist Faction wasn't as arrogant as they were yesterday, everyone in the Guangdong branch knew that Zhang Kanwen was the strongest force on our side. If he was defeated, who else could fight against the Nanyang Daoist Faction?
At this moment, everyone had placed their hopes on the Nanyang Daoist Faction. Except for Lin Zhong, they didn't have any other experts.
Unfortunately, the next morning, as soon as the second member of the Nanyang Daoist Faction stepped forward to challenge the Nanyang Daoist Faction, Chairman Xu, Chen Shuhe, and the others all wore dark faces.
I asked and found out that the Nanyang Daoist who claimed to be a Tame Head Master was at the later stage of Glorious Consciousness!