Ghost Catching System

On Lan Ruo’s back, a pair of massive butterfly wings appeared, flapping to take her up into the sky.

The host excitedly said, "It’s here! Shade Concealing Butterfly, the Ghost Butterfly Technique from Thoughts of Falling Flowers. Once someone is tainted by the powder released by the ghost butterflies, their entire body becomes paralyzed. Most importantly, she can fly."

The audience gasped, "Tonight was worth staying up for; we’re witnessing students from Jiuhua Sacred Land in action. What level of Yin-Yang Secret Technique is this?"

"Definitely high-grade yellow level."

Countless butterfly powder descended from the sky. Chu Hao smiled faintly and formed seals with his hands, his cheeks puffing up.

Gale Seal.

A fierce storm whipped up. Lan Ruo, surprised above, then laughed, "Though you can evade the butterfly powder, it can’t really stop me. Where there’s wind, I’m even faster."

Chu Hao said, "Is that so?"

Chu Hao formed seals again, releasing a Flame Technique from his cheeks. Massive flames entwined with the gale, forming a terrifying tornado of fire and wind. The scorching heat wave made Lan Ruo’s face change.

The host gasped, "A combination skill! Such powerful flames, I can’t even keep my eyes open."

The audience felt the same way, deeply affected by the scorching flames.

Lan Ruo continuously retreated, moving away from the fiery tornado. When she looked for Chu Hao again, she couldn’t find his figure.

Suddenly, a voice appeared behind her, "Stop looking, rookie."

Lan Ruo gasped, quickly raising her head to see Chu Hao standing mid-air, stepping on a sword beneath him.

"Ding... the host’s infinite showoff points most lethal, gaining 60,000 Pretentiousness Points."

The host screamed, "Sword Controlling Flight! He’s actually a swordsman?"

An audience member said, "Aren’t you stating the obvious, host?"

The host realized awkwardly, "Indeed, Sentimental Swordsman with a Ruthless Sword, his name represents a sword, meaning his true identity is actually a swordsman."

"Which means, this Sentimental Swordsman deity, he won seventy consecutive matches without using a single sword."

The audience erupted in astonishment.

Tyrant Iron Fist, Yan Renxin, and some other opponents previously defeated by Chu Hao saw Chu Hao controlling his sword in mid-air; everyone’s mouths twitched.

Tyrant Iron Fist went crazy, saying, "Exactly how much power is he hiding?"

"Seventy consecutive wins before he starts using a sword means when I challenged him before, he didn’t think much of me at all," someone remarked bitterly.

The most helpless were the Earth Master Fulfilled Realm crowd; they challenged a swordsman, and the opponent never used a sword?

How confident can one be?

The Shanhai Platform is great because real-life items can be used in the challenge match; this is the Illusion Peak Era.

"You!" Lan Ruo was surprised, "This person won seventy consecutive matches without using his sword?"

However, Lan Ruo quickly reacted.

She formed seals with her hands, a mark appeared between her brows, saying, "Butterfly Ghost Giant."

Dense masses of butterflies appeared, transforming into a giant, striking towards Chu Hao; a furious gale surged as the palm descended.

Chu Hao extended a hand, summoning countless Endless Sword to crush the giant’s arm from the Butterfly Ghost Giant, penetrating numerous times.

As the giant arm descended, it vanished.

Chu Hao looked down at Lan Ruo from above, saying, "Is this your full strength? Here’s a song for your demise."

Lan Ruo suddenly laughed, saying, "Sorry, my plan has already succeeded."

Chu Hao suddenly felt numb; earlier, when he pierced through the Butterfly Ghost Giant’s hand, countless ghost butterflies exploded, and the opponent’s pollen had already settled on the arena.

Chu Hao’s body suddenly became immovable.

The host screamed, "The ghost butterfly powder is working."

The audience was also tense.

Could the seventy-match winning streak be broken?

Lan Ruo raised her head to look at Chu Hao, smiled slightly, and said, "Don’t underestimate the students from Jiuhua Sacred Land; I’ve been laying traps since the beginning, this is the first lesson I teach you."

Although Lan Ruo felt smug internally, she was still surprised that Chu Hao turned out to be a gatekeeper apprentice.

Lan Ruo formed seals with both hands, a black thorn appeared, thin and long, thrusting towards Chu Hao, planning a one-hit kill.

The audience exclaimed.

The seventy-match win streak finally ended, Jiuhua Sacred Land lives up to its name.

In a private room, Mu Qingfeng laughed heartily, "Haha, this kid finally lost, we have time to turn the tables, let’s start the bet in a moment."

The middle-aged man next to him also breathed a sigh of relief.

"The students from Jiuhua Sacred Land are truly formidable."

"Seventy consecutive wins going to a loss, what a pity."

Suddenly.

A sword beam flickered, an Endless Sword clashed with the black thorn, sparks flying, both shattering.

Mu Qingfeng’s expression changed, "What’s going on?"

The middle-aged man also exclaimed, "Although he can’t move, his consciousness remains, and he can still control the flying sword."

Mu Qingfeng’s eyes widened, but he quickly relaxed, "Even so, what can he do? The sword is already shattered."

Indeed.

The sword is already shattered.

Lan Ruo said, "I did underestimate you; for the next strike, let me teach you a lesson."

Another black thorn appeared.

Chu Hao laughed mildly, saying, "Is this your entire strength? A song for your demise, once more."

Lan Ruo protested, "Don’t be arrogant; your sword’s already shattered."

Chu Hao replied, "As a swordsman, do you think I have only one sword? Such naïveté."

An Endless Sword emerged, the audience gasped.

"Another one? He can actually control two swords simultaneously," said a Fulfilled Realm Yin-Yang Practitioner who previously failed in a challenge.

Lan Ruo scoffed, "Another one, you’re already at the end of your rope, aren’t you?"

Chu Hao sighed, "Pretentiousness like the wind, always by my side."

A ray of light flickered above; next, you saw one Endless Sword splitting into two, two into four, four into eight.

Endless and countless, occupying half the sky.

With sword shadows flickering, emitting a chilling light, their number made one’s scalp tingle.

"Ding... the host pretentiousness like wind, earning another 60,000 Pretentiousness Points."

Everyone had their jaws dropped.

Mu Qingfeng slapped himself, inhaling sharply, "How is this possible?"

Lan Ruo’s face also turned pale, how many swords were there?

Five hundred?

Six hundred?

Or a thousand?

The challengers who lost to Chu Hao stood dumbstruck, their eyes bulging.

The host’s voice was filled with excitement, "Oh my god! Is this truly the technique of the Sentimental Swordsman? He’s been hiding his strength all along."

Chu Hao looked down at Lan Ruo, saying, "You wouldn’t really think that the paralyzing effect would make me unable to move, right?"

"Naïveté, as you."

With that, Chu Hao’s entire body exploded with blood qi, the paralysis on him instantly refined away.

Qiankun Curse Body, Blood Qi Qiankun, impervious to all toxins.

Chu Hao spread his arms wide, as if breaking free from shackles, resembling a Divine Deity.

High above, gazing down at Lan Ruo.