Chapter 34: Zhao Xue
“Guess what I’m wearing?”
Shi Xuan tore off his tattered upper garment, revealing an inner armor, “This Unloading and Exorcism Armor cost me 500,000 Alliance Credits.”
Jiang Jian fell silent.
He had already recognized it.
The garment called “Unloading and Exorcism Armor.”
It was not a divine gift weapon.
It had nothing to do with divine gifts whatsoever.
It was entirely manufactured by Earth Alliance technology.
“No wonder you were struck several times by the Mannequin Ghost but never seriously injured.”
Jiang Jian’s expression turned strange, “So that’s why it protected you.”
Shi Xuan looked slightly proud: “Cultivation burns money.”
He stood there, clad in the Unloading and Exorcism Armor, holding the Moon-Seeking Blade.
Every inch of him radiated the scent of Alliance Credits.
Jiang Jian’s eye twitched; he climbed the Light Stair: “Let’s go meet the Hanger Ghost.”
Shi Xuan followed, blade in hand: “The Hanger Ghost is strong, fast, and can reshape itself. Stay behind me—don’t let it touch you.”
Sixth floor.
Dozens of mannequins lay scattered haphazardly at the entrance of the Light Stair.
Dozens of meters away.
A monstrous creature, entirely composed of hangers and standing two meters tall, slowly writhed.
The most terrifying part was.
On its head grew a grotesque human face.
Seeing Jiang Jian and Shi Xuan,
the Hanger Ghost instantly halted its writhing.
The grotesque face turned its eyes, glancing over.
The next instant.
The Hanger Ghost vanished abruptly!
Jiang Jian’s instincts screamed—his scalp prickled!
There was no time to think.
Pure Spirit Flame surged out, shielding his entire body!
BOOM!
An unimaginable, terrifying force slammed into him!
Jiang Jian’s vision darkened—pain lanced through his ribs—and he was flung backward uncontrollably!
His throat convulsed; he spat out a mouthful of blood!
CRASH!
Jiang Jian slammed hard against the wall, his body feeling as if shattered, agony searing through every limb.
Had it not been for the Pure Spirit Flame cushioning and absorbing most of the impact,
that blow would have killed him outright.
Jiang Jian forced himself to sit up, his vision slowly focusing.
His heart pounded wildly; his mind trembled—another lethal warning surged forth!
In a flash of lightning and fire,
Jiang Jian had no time to rest.
He summoned every ounce of strength.
He threw himself flat to the ground!
The next second,
the unseen thing struck again—this time, invisible to the naked eye!
CRASH!!!
The deafening impact, so close it nearly ruptured his eardrums!
The monstrous Hanger Ghost crashed into the wall.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the entire side of the building!
Jiang Jian’s face turned ashen; he gritted his teeth against the agony, rolled aside, and scrambled back!
“Don’t just stand there—act!”
Barely dodging the fatal strike, Jiang Jian turned his head, glaring at the writhing Hanger Ghost, roaring at Shi Xuan!
Shi Xuan snapped to attention, his aura surging violently.
He leapt into the air, Moon-Seeking Blade in hand.
He slashed downward at the Hanger Ghost’s occiput!
CRASH!
Blinding sparks erupted!
The Moon-Seeking Blade struck empty air—hitting the wall instead!
The massive Hanger Ghost vanished in the blink of an eye!
Shi Xuan’s hands went numb from the shock; his face twisted in rage: “What the hell is this thing?!”
Before he finished speaking,
the twisted body of the Hanger Ghost suddenly materialized beside him!
Its snarling face locked onto Shi Xuan with deadly intent!
Shi Xuan screamed in terror: “Fuck you!”
BOOM!
A hanger flew off the Hanger Ghost’s body,
ripping clean through Shi Xuan’s arm, tearing open a massive, bloody wound!
Shi Xuan howled in pain—the Moon-Seeking Blade flew from his grip, and he collapsed to the ground.
The next second,
the proctor appeared, catching Shi Xuan and retrieving the Moon-Seeking Blade.
He glanced at Jiang Jian and said: “Shi Xuan is critically injured. The exam is over.”
Then,
the proctor carried Shi Xuan away, turning his back on the shopping mall.
Jiang Jian stood up.
Agony pierced every inch of his body.
His face was pale.
Black strands of hair hung over his forehead.
Yet a smile curled at his lips.
“Hanger Ghost.”
“It’s strong indeed.”
Dozens of meters away,
the massive Hanger Ghost stood still.
Its grotesque face turned its eyes.
Coldly watching Jiang Jian.
It had completed its task of injuring the examinee.
Now it only needed to wait for the time to expire.
Then it would receive a new identity device—and freedom.
“Time remaining: 10 minutes.”
Jiang Jian glanced at his identity device, smiling.
The Hanger Ghost’s eyes spun faster.
Clearly growing impatient.
It had been trapped too long in this prison of First Jiangcheng.
Its once-fierce nature had been worn thin.
“Come on.”
Jiang Jian lifted his head.
On his blood-smeared face, he sneered: “Hanger Ghost, crouching like a dog, waiting for someone to set you free?”
Hearing this,
the Hanger Ghost’s writhing body froze abruptly.
BOOM!
Its body vanished.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Jiang Jian.
A brutal punch!
Jiang Jian was smashed straight into the hard floor, blood seeping from his skull, ribs shattered.
Unbearable agony spread through his entire body.
The Hanger Ghost stood silently beside him, looking down.
In its rolling eyes lay contempt.
Jiang Jian lay on the ground, biting his tongue hard to stay conscious, refusing to faint.
Two seconds later.
At last, Jiang Jian caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye.
A figure descended from above.
It was the proctor.
The proctor sighed, about to speak: “Jiang...”
“Now!”
In that moment, Jiang Jian’s mind was colder than ever before.
He could clearly sense the Hanger Ghost’s immense body trembling with suppressed joy—freedom was imminent.
But.
Jiang Jian also knew.
The instant the proctor opened his mouth.
Was the Hanger Ghost’s moment of greatest relaxation!
In an instant!
Blood seeped from Jiang Jian’s eardrums; a mad grin curled his lips as he suddenly sat up.
His palm flipped.
A long, frost-white sword blazed to life, radiating majestic power, tearing through like flame!
It lunged straight at the Hanger Ghost!
The entire six-story mall fell utterly silent.
Only the blazing white swordlight remained.
The blade burned with terrifying, brilliant white flames.
Where it passed, even air was torn into nothingness.
It had absorbed the essence of dozens of demonic spirits.
The wooden sword’s storage.
Was already completely full—maxed out.
In this instant,
Jiang Jian unleashed every last bit of stored power from the wooden sword.
Its power was horrifying.
“The name of this sword is...”
“Hanguang.”
Jiang Jian whispered softly.
The Hanger Ghost shuddered violently.
It sensed a danger it had never known before.
Its form instantly dissolved.
The next instant, the blazing white swordlight tore through!
It forcibly dragged the Hanger Ghost out of the void!
The white swordlight spiraled and cut through, like a swift swallow’s shadow, shredding the ghost’s demonic aura.
Not a single sound was made.
Without a whisper.
The Hanger Ghost’s massive body froze abruptly.
The next moment.
Countless white sword qi exploded outward!
Innumerable fine swordlights roared and thundered.
They tore the Hanger Ghost’s entire body into countless tiny fragments.
Moments later.
The Hanger Ghost scattered and vanished, gone forever.
“Team Alert: Hanger Ghost is dead.”
“Number of non-citizens killed: 67.”
“Personal kills: 20.”
“Special Alert: Killing the Hanger Ghost grants bonus examination points.”
“Special Alert: Clearing the examination arena grants bonus examination points.”
“Special Alert: Solely killing the arena guardian spirit grants bonus examination points.”
Listening to the constant alerts in his ears,
Jiang Jian leaned against a shelf, lowering his gaze to Hanguang.
The power unleashed after the wooden sword’s storage was filled.
Had utterly slain this Hanger Ghost.
Soul and spirit shattered.
“Student Jiang Jian!”
The proctor stood there, his usually calm face now showing shock for the first time!
(End of Chapter)
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