If we were to say that we still had a sliver of hope after Zhang Kanwen lost his ability to fight yesterday, then after seeing Lei Yang's Glory of Knowledge later stage master, everyone was in despair.
According to the name list provided, the Guangdong branch's representative today was the Zhuhai branch's president, Xie Chenghua.
Like President Xu, Xie Chenghua was a middle-aged man in his forties. Similarly, his cultivation was only at the early stage of Glory of Knowledge.
After Lei Yang took out a glass bottle and summoned a few spirits, Xie Chenghua was still standing next to us. He hesitated, as though he didn't dare to go up.
In the Glory of Knowledge realm, the difference of one star was already a huge difference in power, not to mention the difference between the early and late stages. Facing such a losing battle, as long as one was human, it would be hard to avoid hesitation. One couldn't blame Xie Chenghua for being timid.
In the end, Chen Shuhe sighed and said in a low voice, "Chenghua, you should go up. Don't feel the burden of winning or losing. Try to ensure that you don't get hurt … No matter what, you still need to save your face. Running away before the battle is really inexcusable."
Chen Shuhe made it sound simple, but from the past two days of the competition, we could see that this group of Nanyang people weren't easy to deal with. Facing such a huge difference in power, it wasn't easy to ensure that one wouldn't get hurt.
Xie Chenghua's face was ashen. He stood there in silence for a long time. In the end, he sighed and waved his long robe before walking towards the center of the venue.
Everyone in the Guangdong branch looked at him in silence. They all had the same feeling that the wind was bleak and the water was cold.
After Xie Chenghua walked up, the Tame Head Master named Lei Yang took out a glass bottle the size of a water cup. He shook it in the air a few times and chanted a few incantations. Soon, a gust of chilly wind blew in the center of the venue, and a dozen black shadows appeared in front of him.
Rumor had it that Black Head Magic was a combination of Miaojiang's witchcraft in Southeast Asia. It had a huge influence in Southeast Asia. In recent years, it had even spread to the inland coastal areas.
In terms of types, there were three types of Black Head Magic: Medicine Magic, Flying Magic, and Ghost Magic.
Judging from Lei Yang's technique, it was very easy to tell that he practiced the Ghost Subduing Technique.
On the surface, the Ghost Subduing Technique of Tame Head Sorcery didn't seem to be much different from the Ghost Raising Sect's sorcery, but in reality, there was a huge difference between the two.
The little ghost raised by the Fengshui master of the Ghost Raising Sect, for them, is probably equivalent to the magic weapon of the people of the Xuanmen of the Central Plains.
For the Fengshui masters of Xuanmen, the most powerful among the celestial devices was naturally their own natal celestial device. The same was true for the Fengshui masters of the Ghost Raising Sect. Almost all the people of the Ghost Raising Sect were focused on raising a ghost. Almost all the Taoist techniques had to be performed through the ghost. Once the ghost was damaged, the Fengshui master himself would also be seriously injured.
Just like Lin Zhong yesterday.
On the other hand, Fengshui cultivators who practiced the Ghost Subduing Technique were different. They used the Soul Capturing Technique to collect all kinds of children's souls. Then, they gathered these souls together and chanted incantations to strengthen them.
When it was time to fight, the Ghost Subjugation Master would summon all of these spirits and use them to descend.
To put it simply, the Ghost Raising Sect raised one ghost, while the Ghost Subduing Technique raised a group of ghosts.
As a Black Head Master at the later stages of Glorious Consciousness, Lei Yang definitely had more than a dozen Yin Souls on him.
In his opinion, he only needed a dozen Yin Souls to defeat Xie Chenghua.
This was a good thing. When the Ghost Subjugation Master descended, the number of Yin Souls he summoned was directly proportional to the power of the Black Head Technique. After all, Xie Chenghua was a Fengshui master at the Glorious Consciousness realm. Against a dozen Yin Souls, he should be able to escape unscathed.
However, the reality was beyond my expectations. Xie Chenghua seemed to have lost all of his courage. Against a dozen Yin Souls, he directly took out his natal celestial device. After receiving his Taoist Qi, the sword-like celestial device emitted rays of Qi. As he moved, they swept through the center of the venue, looking very intimidating.
However, in reality, this was clearly Xie Chenghua putting on a brave front. After going berserk for a while, he only managed to kill two or three of the Ghost Subjugation Master's ghosts. He had used up more than half of his Taoist Qi.
After Xie Chenghua came to a stop while gasping for breath, the Ghost Taming Master waved his hands and chanted another difficult incantation. The dozens of Yin Souls rushed forward and pounced on Xie Chenghua, then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The Black Head Technique was separated from the Art of Witchcraft. The Gu Master had absolute control over the life of the victim. Similarly, the Black Head Master could also control the life of the victim.
After Xie Chenghua was subdued, he stood there with a pale face. His face was full of panic. The people from the Nanyang Taoist sect laughed together, pointing at Xie Chenghua and mocking him.
The people from the Guangdong branch also looked distressed. No matter what, Xie Chenghua was the president of the Zhuhai branch. Now that he was under the Black Head Technique, his life was in the hands of the Ghost Subjugation Master. What could they do?
In the end, Chen Shuhe stood up. His face was full of anger, but he had no choice but to lower his head and plead with the Ghost Subjugation Master, "The exchange competition is about communication. We admit defeat in this match. I wonder if you can dispel this Black Head Technique?"
The Ghost Subjugation Master sneered and said noncommittally, "We Black Head Masters are only good at descending, but not at dispelling it … However, I heard that the Xuanmen of the Central Plains are extensive and profound. I believe a small Ghost Subjugation Technique won't be difficult for you. Why do you have to come to me to dispel it?"
There was a strong sense of mockery in his words. As soon as he said that, the Nanyang Taoists standing behind him roared with laughter. One by one, they echoed, "Yeah, you Chinese people are so arrogant. Why are you looking for us for such a small matter?"
Black Head Technique was the same as Gu. Every technique was very independent. Most of the time, only the Black Head Technique Master knew the method to dispel it. If others wanted to dispel it, they would have to be much stronger than the Black Head Technique Master.
Their unreasonable words finally angered Chen Shuhe. The old man's face flushed red. He no longer requested to dispel the Black Head Technique Master's surrender. Instead, he took a step back and said coldly, "You're right. The Xuanmen of the Central Plains are extensive and profound. We'll deal with the matter of dispelling it ourselves. You don't have to worry about it."
As soon as he said this, President Xu's expression changed. He moved closer to him and whispered, "Uncle Chen, this … doesn't seem to be appropriate?
We don't have anyone on our side who knows Black Head Technique, and we're not as strong as the Black Head Technique Master … I know that these Nanyang monkeys are hateful, but this concerns Brother Chenghua's life. What do you think … "
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Chenghua, whose face was full of panic, moved closer and echoed with a face full of defeat, "That's right, Uncle Chen. Since we've lost this match, why don't we apologize to the Nanyang people and ask them to dispel the Black Head Technique Master? We can discuss the rest at length."
"Fool!
Coward! "
Chen Shuhe's face, which had just calmed down, instantly flushed red again. He reprimanded in exasperation, "If we lose this exchange match, we can still say that we, a corner of Guangdong, can't represent the Xuanmen of the Central Plains. After reporting this to the Xuanmen Society, we can recruit people to compete with the Nanyang Taoist sects. But they've already said so much about dispelling the Black Head Technique Master. If we lower our heads, doesn't that mean that we admit that the Xuanmen of the Central Plains are inferior to the Nanyang Taoist sects?
We can't say that even if we lose our lives! "
The old man was already old, but he still had a valiant spirit in his bones. He was also much more understanding of things.
Unfortunately, Xie Chenghua was unwilling to give up his life. Resentment surged on his face, and his gaze toward Chen Shuhe turned cold.
He wasn't the only one. Even President Xu and the others around him didn't think much of it. It was obvious that they had no choice but to give up. They were probably thinking that they had already lost the friendly competition. What was the difference if they lowered their heads or not?
Their views seemed to be right. After a hasty truce, on the fourth day of the competition, the representative of the mainland, the president of the Foshan branch, Liu Chuande, performed about the same as Xie Chenghua. In just a few short minutes, with the same dozen or so spirits, the Ghost Taming Master Lei Yang successfully dispelled the Black Head Technique Master and won another match.
But this time, the people from the Guangdong branch didn't even have any resentment left. Their expressions became numb.