Chapter 1289 - 1256: The Vanished Traces

The lights suddenly blared, and the fight began.

Zhang Xiangguang acted decisively and fiercely, abandoning the confrontation with Leuk San and Li Leping, choosing to go all out to eliminate Yang Jian. Perhaps he deemed that killing Yang Jian here was more valuable than taking down both Leuk San and Li Leping.

Or maybe, he thought that dividing to attack would be ineffective, believing that concentrating attacks might succeed in taking down one person.

For whichever reason, he chose Yang Jian as the target.

Three rusty old machetes descended, almost attacking as the lights flickered, too fast for anyone to react.

Clearly, Zhang Xiangguang had already encircled Yang Jian during the blackout, waiting for the chance.

Yang Jian’s cracked long spear was raised at this instant as well.

The light flickered.

In a blink, the life-and-death confrontation ended.

Yang Jian was dismembered instantly, his head cleaved diagonally by a machete, yet eerily no wound remained, as if it had transferred elsewhere. Then his body was split in half at the waist. The strangest part was Zhang Xiangguang’s final slash, aimed not at Yang Jian himself, but at Yang Jian’s feet.

This slash tore a ghastly rift in Ghost Shadow, attempting to dismember the fierce spirit like Yang Jian’s Firewood Knife.

With this rift torn open, Yang Jian immediately felt his body lose control, unable to connect.

However, Yang Jian’s counterattack worked even as he was dismembered.

A cracked golden long spear pierced through one of the Zhang Xiangguang’s, impaling and pinning him.

Three identical figures, with identical supernatural power, Yang Jian couldn’t tell who was real and who was fake, having to make a choice among them.

The luck seemed somewhat bad.

The pinned Zhang Xiangguang fell into silence, then his body began to rapidly collapse without the supernatural power’s sustenance, disappearing before their eyes.

“Bite him to death.”

As Yang Jian’s body fell, he left those words.

Instantly.

A splashing sound of water emerged nearby, followed by a huge Evil Hound charging towards the two remaining Zhang Xiangguang.

The Evil Hound vanished before even approaching.

One of Zhang Xiangguang’s slumped, falling asleep and toppling over to the ground.

He had clearly been dragged into the dream world by the Evil Hound.

Yet, the last remaining Zhang Xiangguang was unaffected, his expression cold and inscrutable.

He had dealt with Yang Xiao before; the way to counter a Ghost Dream attack was actually quite simple.

It was to stay awake, avoiding being forcibly drawn into the dream world, and staying awake required another supernatural power to withstand the Evil Hound’s attack.

Zhang Xiangguang didn’t control such a fierce spirit, so he opted for a supernatural object to compensate for this deficiency.

That supernatural item was on his person.

As for the rebooted clones, they lacked the protection of a supernatural item, unable to fend off the Evil Hound’s attack.

Seeing Yang Jian fall and the Evil Hound emerge, Leuk San and Li Leping immediately followed suit. Although they were slightly late, this also presented a perfect opportunity.

Since Zhang Xiangguang’s assault had just ended, and Yang Jian single-handedly took down two of their opponents, leaving the true Zhang Xiangguang. A successful assault could finish him, resolving this situation.

Thus, Leuk San and Li Leping planned to make a last-ditch effort now.

Smoke billowed, Li Leping’s figure was blurred, sleepwalking towards the true Zhang Xiangguang. Mere proximity triggered the fatal curse.

A piece of yellowed grass paper peeled off Leuk San’s face, revealing a withered, deathly pale visage, along with a deeply sunken eye socket.

The terrifying old corpse revealed more of itself, indicating that Leuk San was truly taking risks, aiming to eliminate Zhang Xiangguang here, even at the risk of losing control of the dormant corpse inside him.

The eerie old corpse appeared to awaken at this moment, its withered eyelid twitching, with a sinister, green pupil emerging.

The awakening of the old corpse made Leuk San’s steps falter, as if his body was losing control.

But he held firm, the situation required stability now.

“Time to send you on your way.”

Leuk San gritted his teeth, his half-ghastly face twitching, while the ominous green eye bizarrely peered at Zhang Xiangguang.

At this moment.

Zhang Xiangguang felt a terrifying danger approaching, but having just struck down Yang Jian, it was too late to defend against such an attack.

“I’ll have to endure it.”

Having anticipated such a scene, he chose to withstand it, not intending to counter.

At once.

Li Leping and Leuk San’s attacks struck swiftly.

The fatal curse and horrible supernatural attack combined were lethal, even a captain would die instantly.

To forcibly kill Yang Jian, Zhang Xiangguang chose to endure, an extremely risky move, paying the price now for such a decision.

Immediately.

His complexion turned deathly grey, his skin reflecting a sinister green glow, rapidly rotting, no, melting might be a better word, as if dissolving into a pool of green corpse water.

This dissolution was like an ordinary person enduring a fierce spirit’s attack, irreversible, only facing death.

“This guy had terrifying tricks up his sleeve, sensed it before, but didn’t expect him to dare risk it at such a critical juncture.”

Zhang Xiangguang glared at Leuk San as his face melted, exposing the bones, which soon melted too.

If he doesn’t find a solution, he’ll really be fought to death by the captains here.

Without any hesitation.

Zhang Xiangguang took a few difficult steps forward, collapsed, but extinguished the dim Corpse Oil Lamp by Yang Jian’s body simultaneously.

The light vanished instantly.

The surroundings plunged into silence once more.

From the lights’ blaze to the lights’ extinction took no more than ten seconds, yet the danger faced was unimaginable.

And now, the outcome was unknown.

“Is he dead?”

In the dark, Leuk San’s voice sounded, though it carried a distinct hoarseness.

As if another vocal cord was speaking.

“Not sure, though given the circumstances earlier, he probably can’t hold on. But in his fall, he extinguished Yang Jian’s lamp, a peculiar move. Yet, I mustn’t stay here any longer, need to leave for a while.”

Li Leping’s voice echoed, the smoke in the air gradually dispersing.

But his limit had arrived, slipping into a sleepwalking state.

Although the duration is not long, at most one or two hours, leaving in such a situation means the upcoming confrontation has nothing to do with him.

Although he carries a red Ghost Candle that can be lit to remain conscious.

But what is the point of that.

Lighting the red Ghost Candle means he can’t use supernatural powers, can’t participate in the fight, it’s no different from sleepwalking.

Therefore.

Li Leping left without hesitation.

“Looks like it’s all hitting the limit.”

As the black shadow covering the classroom receded, a tall black shadow with a blood-colored face stood there.

The shadow shook, yet Yang Jian’s voice was emitted.

“You’re indeed okay.”

Leuk San suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling horror at the same time.

It turns out the real Yang Jian was not the corpse on the ground, but this tall black ghost shadow before him.

How did he manage that?

Clearly a ghost, yet possessing human consciousness.

No wonder Zhang Xiangguang couldn’t kill Yang Jian even after such a desperate attempt.

Having the traits of a ghost, how is it possible to die?

The tall ghost shadow walked over then, directly picking up the cracked long spear from the ground, collecting some supernatural items from his corpse, such as the Ghost Necklace.

The moment he grasped the Ghost Necklace.

A new body appeared, and the tall ghost shadow merged into it.

Yang Jian opened his eyes again, waking up.

“Just as I said earlier, I fought desperately against two Zhang Xiangguang, and your attack was timely, but whether Zhang Xiangguang is dead, I’m not sure; at least now as the light appears again, he is not showing up.”

Looking around.

Although the classroom was dim, it was still clear to see around.

There was no sign of Zhang Xiangguang’s presence, he seemed indeed to have been eliminated.

“Even if he’s not dead, he’s surely suffering.”

Leuk San covered that half of his face at this moment: “And now I’ve reached my limit; if I continue fighting, I’ll die, I need to rest for a while, can’t act for now.”

“Understood.” Yang Jian nodded.

Clearly, in this fight, although Leuk San and Li Leping didn’t die, they were forced to withdraw.

Counting Li Jun, Wei Jing, and He Yiner, who used her final trump card, Zhang Xiangguang has managed to wear down five captains.

But his luck was a bit off; he didn’t manage to kill any, only Li Jun was lost.

But Li Jun was drawn by Ah Hong, as long as the human skin is brought back, Li Jun can come back to life.

So, Yang Jian picked up the extinguished Corpse Oil Lamp on the ground, his eyes moved slightly, contemplating the next move.

The Corpse Oil Lamp, once lit, can reveal hidden supernatural entities.

Maybe Zhang Xiangguang is still here.

“Since Li Leping has left, Leuk San, you retreat as well, leave the rest to me.” Yang Jian immediately decided.

“Alright, be careful, Zhou Deng and Lu Zhiwen are still outside, bring them in if necessary.”

Leuk San nodded, covered his face, and staggered away.

He understood, Yang Jian was being cautious, wanting to clean up.

Only he still had the capital to fight, could confront Zhang Xiangguang; staying here, he’d just be a burden, even a risk, after all, once the old corpse loses control, everyone will be in great danger.

After Leuk San left.

Yang Jian did not hesitate and lit the Corpse Oil Lamp again.

He was truly unwilling without defeating Zhang Xiangguang.

The dim oil lamp once again illuminated the surroundings.

He expected another fierce battle.

But Zhang Xiangguang’s presence was no longer visible in the abandoned classroom.

Moreover, no other supernatural entities appeared.

Everything was normal under the oil lamp.

“Is he really dead?” Yang Jian frowned, feeling unsettled, he carried the Corpse Oil Lamp and circled the classroom.

Still no discovery.

He suspected Zhang Xiangguang slipped away when the light was extinguished, after all, earlier, Zhang Xiangguang had torn open his ghost shadow, leaving a gap.

Although that gap was on the floor.

How can a concrete floor block supernatural entities?

Yang Jian did not hesitate, carrying the Corpse Oil Lamp, he went to the second floor.

On the second floor.

His Corpse Oil Lamp illuminated some eerie green corpse water, remnants of supernatural entities.

The appearance of this trace made Yang Jian’s face instantly darken.

It turns out that strike from Zhang Xiangguang was to leave himself a retreat.

“He most likely isn’t dead.”

Yang Jian thought of this, holding the oil lamp, immediately pursued the supernatural traces on the ground.

“Mustn’t let this guy revive.”

He could see, Zhang Xiangguang was heavily injured, although he extinguished the lamp at last, isolated the medium, halting the attack, he endured the Fatal Curse of two captains, surviving without paying a price was impossible.

Drops of green corpse water glowed like fluorescent objects under the dim lamp.

Yang Jian followed the traces, exiting the classroom, reaching the corridor, and along the stairs, descended to the first floor, then, these traces led to the back door of the school.

And in an open space at the back door.

Yang Jian saw an oil lamp.

All traces ceased near that oil lamp.

Yang Jian realized something, his face changed abruptly, he immediately retreated, heading towards the other captains gathered on the playground.

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