Chapter 892 - 482: Five Brothers Shadow Splitting Spear

The attic still had a man in a black robe standing inside, with a painted ghostly face, known as "Ghost Mask."

Li Yan guessed correctly, this person was a notorious evil master.

Years ago, "Ghost Theater Troupe" was also very famous in the pugilistic world, similar to Li Yan’s team, also known as "traveling immortals," but on a larger scale, with forty to fifty members, considered a considerable force within the Mystical Sect.

The difference was that the people from "Ghost Theater Troupe" were unstable in temperament, wandering around, using every possible means to achieve their goals, angering many, and were wanted by the Law Enforcement Hall.

A group of orthodox masters swarmed in, the troupe leader was killed, and the remaining members either died or escaped.

In the pugilistic world, there are always new talents, few still remember them.

"Ghost Mask" looked through the window at the crowded people in the distance and said coldly, "Wait for a chance, then open fire!"

A gunman suddenly turned around, "What do you mean?"

The gunman was dressed like a peddler, but his demeanor and conduct were entirely in the style of a military warrior.

Indeed, he was a personal soldier of King Shu, responsible for this squad’s action, not under "Ghost Mask’s" command, and he disliked the magician’s style.

If they recklessly opened fire, exposing the Prince Mansion’s power, he could not evade blame, and "Ghost Mask’s" sudden change naturally warranted questioning.

"Things should be done with some flexibility."

"Ghost Mask" said calmly, "Things have changed, the kid is mostly prepared early, he knows Escape Technique, if he escapes, it’ll be hard to find him again."

"I’ve ordered people to bring some explosives; igniting them among the crowd could cover the Divine Fire Gun’s blast, and could be said as the kid’s enemies’ doing..."

"No way!"

The firearms team leader was even more disgusted upon hearing this and refused without hesitation, "There is no airtight wall in the world, the Imperial Censor is in Chengdu Prefecture, one must be careful in action, definitely can’t act recklessly!"

"Also, all your arrangements must be withdrawn immediately, it doesn’t matter in the desolate wilderness, but in this populous place, no evidence can be left behind."

Seeing him erupt with anger, those gunners also halted.

They were all military elites, seemingly still aiming outside the window, but their back muscles were already tense, ready to turn and shoot at any moment.

The reason for establishing this firearms team,

was to balance these magicians.

"Since the lord has instructed, we’ll proceed as you say."

"Ghost Mask" said expressionlessly.

Seeing he conceded, the firearms team leader hurriedly offered a way out, "If this fails, sir can find a way to lure him out of the city, then we’ll make sure he is utterly destroyed!"

"Hmm."

"Ghost Mask" nodded in reply.

His mask was grim, revealing no expression.

...

The atmosphere above was subtle, below was filled with murderous intent.

"Reveal your name."

Li Yan slowly drew out the Duan Chen Blade, saying coldly, "You’re of considerable age, yet don’t understand the rules; my blade doesn’t strike those who are nameless."

"Lotus Sect, Wang Han."

The black-faced man also drew the long spear from behind, mockingly saying, "Kid, you’re arrogant now, but soon you won’t be able to laugh."

"Speak, what’s your approach?"

The pugilistic rules state the challenged party sets the terms for the duel.

Though he didn’t intend to hold back at all, words must be exchanged.

"A fight to the death!"

"Well, you’ve got guts!"

Wang Han laughed heartily, spinning the spear in his right hand before pressing it down hard on the ground, while his left hand pinched a large Yellow Talisman.

The Yellow Talisman was large, with lotus patterns on the top and bottom, Azure Dragon and White Tiger on the sides forming a shrine, inside painted with an armed shadow, authorized charms filled, Divine Soul’s name and words painted in vermillion.

He flicked his left hand lightly, and the Yellow Talisman immediately ignited.

Then he closed his eyes to chant a spell, repeatedly stomping his left foot.

"The flags, incense burners reflect the three altars, the Magic Drum one sound shakes the Nine Heavens, two drumbeats move the earth also tremble, the underworld gong lightly taps shifts the universe. Smoke wafts, candlelight flickers, we respectfully invite the courageous soul of Yang Wulang..."

Li Yan heard this, his eyelid twitched, and shouted to the surroundings, "Everyone move away to avoid collateral damage!"

The Divine Striking Skill, is also a technique of Inviting God Possession.

But True God doesn’t possess, hence the name Invitational Gods, but actually it’s inviting ghosts.

According to the Mystic Sect, it is a skill of disorder.

Using the body to accommodate spirits, consuming the body’s fundamental nature.

The most basic form is Inviting Yin Soul.

More advanced is called "Inviting God."

True God definitely doesn’t respond, so this skill uses a special method to cultivate spirits that possess the incense ashes from True God’s offering, transforming into divine beings.

To put it plainly, even if inviting the Western Heaven Buddha Ancestor, it’s fake.

Moreover, this technique has significant drawbacks.

The body of Martial Artists is as precious as oil, and magicians’ Divine Souls are similar.

The Divine Soul places importance on clarity but this technique requires accommodating spirits within, absorbing the residual scents of burnt incense from all living beings, inevitably tainting the Divine Soul.

It’s known in Divine Striking terminology as "Pressure."

Some people use Divine Strike, slapping themselves with loud bangs, not to show off their prowess, but to expel bad energy, called "Patting Evil."

Hidden dangers are not small, yet many users partake, naturally due to its power.

Ordinary invitations of nameless gods are manageable.

But those with names are not easy to handle.

Wang Han invited Yang Wulang from the Yang Family Generals, widely revered, also known as "Yang Gong Grandmaster."

If he can’t suppress the pressure, those nearby would suffer.

However, the citizens encircling the street were ignorant, coupled with being too many, pressing inward, making the space even narrower.

And opposite, Wang Han had already started to change.

Whoosh~

Surrounding yin winds rose, mixed with rich incense scent, frantically converging towards Wang Han, his demeanor and aura also transformed.

His brows furrowed, gaze indifferent, his stance became upright, standing with a horizontal spear, as if he had grown taller.

Bang!

He suddenly delivered a twist kick, hitting the iron spear.