As the text message content was edited, the monitoring personnel frantically tapped send, but their eyes never left the battle unfolding before them.
At this moment.
After sending the fatty flying, Zhang Wei, believing in seeing a performance through, displayed no intention of giving his opponent any chance to retaliate. He instantly appeared before the fatty, exuding an aura of a half-step True Dragon Guard, and in his hand, a forty-meter long greatsword had materialized.
"Aishiba!!"
Upon seeing the greatsword, the monitoring personnel and the property management stared with wide eyes. They had seen many blades, but never one so long. If this strike came down, not only ghosts but also the surrounding buildings would be obliterated.
Just as the greatsword was about to cleave down.
"Save me, Master!"
The fatty roared at Jin Zhenghe, his appearance as pathetic as could be. Not only Zhang Wei, who inwardly praised his acting, but even the gardener watching from afar was momentarily stunned.
"I never knew this shut-in had such acting skills. With this kind of acting, why would he play a villain? If he played a villainous mole, I doubt anyone would believe he was a mole."
The gardener couldn't help but murmur.
It was at this moment.
At the critical juncture.
Jin Zhenghe moved, appearing before the fatty. With a roar, an endless torrent of ghostly cries, like a lion's roar, forcefully halted Zhang Wei's descending forty-meter greatsword.
Then.
Jin Zhenghe flung the fatty towards a safe area, conjured a greatsword formed from ghostly energy, and lunged at Zhang Wei.
In response.
Zhang Wei twisted his wrist, swinging the forty-meter greatsword at Jin Zhenghe, preventing him from closing the distance and forcing him to maintain a forty-meter separation.
Following this.
Though both were wielding swords, their battle took on the appearance of a long-range engagement.
Zhang Wei swung his forty-meter greatsword, unleashing furious chops, sweeps, and thrusts. Jin Zhenghe, with his ghostly energy greatsword, parried and slashed, and in order to strike Zhang Wei, he mustered all his ghostly energy, transforming his greatsword into a forty-meter long blade.
This scene.
Left the property management and monitoring personnel stunned. Two terrifying entities, like gods and demons, stood forty meters apart, clashing swords in the void. The collision of blades and the friction of ghostly energy sparked ghostly flames, shimmering brightly and illuminating the dark ghost domain.
"Is this close combat? Or long-range attack? Can exorcists fight like this? Now I understand why the President and the others always say that China's ghost exorcism professions are very powerful against ghosts."
The monitoring personnel murmured, their gazes fixed on Zhang Wei's forty-meter greatsword.
"China's ghost exorcism profession's exorcism artifacts are so... long."
Before he finished speaking.
With a resounding clang.
Zhang Wei and Jin Zhenghe clashed swords again. This time, it was no longer an even match. Jin Zhenghe retreated several steps, his gaze falling on his ghostly energy greatsword, his brows furrowed in surprise.
His ghostly energy greatsword had broken. After multiple collisions with Zhang Wei's greatsword, the blade formed from ghostly energy had been cleaved, while Zhang Wei's sword remained perfectly intact.
"Come on, continue."
Zhang Wei noticed Jin Zhenghe's gaze and pointed his forty-meter greatsword at him, saying.
"Hmph!"
Jin Zhenghe's eyes were cold. Although he had received orders from his master, the gardener, to die at Zhang Wei's hands, he intended to die in a more spectacular and arduous manner. Thus, facing Zhang Wei's provocation, Jin Zhenghe dispersed the ghostly energy greatsword in his hand.
The next second.
Jin Zhenghe's body surged with ghostly energy. As the ghostly energy dissipated, his attire changed, transforming into classic mage robes of the stolen country.
In the stolen country, their ghost exorcism profession was known as shamans, mages, or curse mages. They wore attire similar to Japan's shrine maidens and employed various methods of ghost exorcism. For instance, shamanistic dances were the most common method used by stolen country mages. Additionally, they would use items belonging to the person needing exorcism to perform curses, thereby killing ghosts.
Jin Zhenghe produced the artifact of a stolen country mage and began performing a shamanistic dance before Zhang Wei.
His actions.
Caused the monitoring personnel hiding in the shadows to change their expressions.
"This... this ghost is a mage?!"
As a member of the Curse Association, even though he was an ordinary person, he understood the ghost exorcists of the stolen country. He recognized Jin Zhenghe's mage attire at first glance. Initially, he thought Jin Zhenghe had stolen a mage's clothing and artifact, but when he saw Jin Zhenghe begin the shamanistic dance.
He was certain.
The mastermind behind the missing persons case was a mage. The monitoring personnel were shocked.
"How is this possible? How can a ghost perform a shamanistic dance? Was he a mage in his past life?"
Ghosts were incapable of possessing the abilities of ghost exorcists; this was common knowledge. However, if a ghost was a ghost exorcist in their past life, they could retain their abilities after death, and these abilities would become鬼化 (ghost-like). The scene before him was the best proof.
"A ghost at the half-step Town Guard level, who was a mage in his past life? Who is he?"
The monitoring personnel were shocked.
To grow into a half-step Town Guard level ghost, and to have been a mage in his past life, he absolutely could not have been weak. Such a figure should be famous. Realizing this, the monitoring personnel dared not delay and quickly sent another text message to the President.
[President, the mastermind of the missing persons case was a mage in his past life!!]
On the other side.
Zhang Wei also saw Jin Zhenghe performing the shamanistic dance. Although he already knew Jin Zhenghe's identity from the fatty, after subtly glancing at the monitoring personnel hiding in the shadows, he feigned surprise.
"Oh, a mage? Were you a stolen country mage in your past life? Never mind, it doesn't matter. No matter who you are, I was just wondering how to investigate and find you, and you've delivered yourself to me."
As his voice fell.
Zhang Wei began to walk towards Jin Zhenghe.
Soon.
The distance between them shortened. Just as they were less than two meters apart, Zhang Wei's raised foot suddenly stopped, as if an invisible wall had appeared before him, blocking his advance towards Jin Zhenghe.
In response.
The monitoring personnel standing far away chuckled.
"It seems Zhang Wei only recognized him as a mage from his attire and doesn't know much about our country's mages. Do you think our stolen country's mages are that easy to approach?"
He sneered and murmured.
"Although our stolen country's mages have a long casting time for their shamanistic dances, once they start, no one can approach them unless the mage permits it. This is the power of a curse mage..."
Before he could finish the word "power."
His mocking smile abruptly ceased, replaced by sheer astonishment.
He saw...
As the monitoring personnel mocked, Zhang Wei, who was blocked by the invisible wall, paused his steps slightly, then raised his foot again and stepped towards the invisible wall.
Then.
As if passing through not a wall, but a water curtain, the wall rippled, and Zhang Wei passed through it as if unimpeded, arriving before Jin Zhenghe.
Let alone the stunned monitoring personnel.
Even Jin Zhenghe, who was in the midst of his shamanistic dance, was taken aback. The foot he had raised to leap stopped, maintaining a bizarre pose for the shamanistic dance. He subconsciously spoke.
"How is this possible? How could you..."
"Slap————"
A crisp and loud slapping sound echoed.
Facing Jin Zhenghe's words, Zhang Wei paid no heed. The moment he reached him, he raised his hand and slapped him across the face.
[Ding! Jin Zhenghe is stunned...????]
[Host gains System Points +500]
[Ding! Fatty... What the hell? How did Zhang Wei do that? Is Jin Zhenghe faking the shamanistic dance? No, isn't there power emanating from him?]
[Host gains System Points +200]
The monitoring personnel also widened their eyes, staring in disbelief as if they had seen a ghost.
"What the hell?!"
On the other side.
Zhang Wei looked at Jin Zhenghe, who was stunned by his slap, and murmured to himself.
"You're performing a shamanistic dance? Then my 'immortal jump' is quite reasonable, isn't it?"
In his words.
Zhang Wei subtly glanced at the monitoring personnel hiding in the shadows.
Then.
Zhang Wei gave Jin Zhenghe no time to react, raising his hand and slapping him again.
Slap————
Instantly.
Crisp slapping sounds, like a drum set, continued to ring out, slap, slap, slap.
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