Ghost Catching System

Having paid 100,000 Shanhai Currency, the staff member took out a Crystal Stone and handed it to Chu Hao.

Chu Hao was filled with curiosity, as the System had assessed his power at the Yin and Yang Geomage Mastery Realm. He wanted to see if the Shanhai Platform’s assessment would be the same.

The Crystal Stone glowed, and the staff member nodded, saying, "It matches the power level you provided—testing successful, Yin and Yang Geomage Mastery Realm."

After fiddling with it for a while, the staff member said, "Alright, your name is now on the Ranking. You can check your position in the Ranking now."

With a thought, Chu Hao brought up the Ranking, and he saw his position on the Ranking: 152,458,411.

Chu Hao exclaimed, "Whoa! Over a hundred millionth ranking?"

Twelve billion challengers—what an overwhelming figure! The Shanhai Realm has way too many Yin-Yang Practitioners.

The staff member smiled and said, "Are you looking at the Whole Ranking? You can check the Earth Master Ranking."

Chu Hao nodded and opened the Earth Master Ranking, finding himself ranked 85,475,143.

Chu Hao’s mouth twitched—are there really 80 million people on the Earth Master Ranking?

The staff member said, "You can also filter for Fulfilled Realm Earth Master Ranks."

Chu Hao filtered once more, but the number of people was still exceedingly large, leaving him speechless.

The staff member asked, "Are you challenging today?"

Chu Hao asked, "Can I choose the level of opponent?"

The staff member shook his head. "Not for the first match—you will be randomly assigned."

"Alright, arrange one for me," Chu Hao replied.

The staff member seemed to be talking to someone, and very quickly said, "It’s ready, your challenger has been randomly selected. Please proceed to the Challenge City’s gate and head to arena number 195, and await the announcement."

Chu Hao walked through a gate with options labeled, and he selected Challenge City 195.

In a blink, Chu Hao found himself in the plaza of Challenge City.

Sweeping his gaze, he saw a vast plaza with half the audience seated, totaling around forty to fifty thousand people. They were shouting excitedly, looking at the battles on the arena with great enthusiasm.

Beyond combat, Challenge City also featured wagers, using Shanhai Currency as stakes, drawing endless crowds daily.

At this moment, the battle in the arena was nearing its end.

Two Yin-Yang Practitioners were fighting, intertwining various Yin-Yang Curse Techniques, with a sturdy man emerging victorious and snapping the opponent’s neck. The other contender vanished from the arena.

"The Tyrant Iron Fist has won," the host announced.

Some felt disappointed, while others were excited, having won a substantial amount of Shanhai Currency.

Someone cursed, "Damn! The Tyrant Iron Fist’s punches are too powerful—he’s won twice today. Damn it, if I had known, I would have bet on him."

"Haha... won 10,000 Shanhai Currency today."

The Tyrant Iron Fist, the shirtless muscle-bound man, proudly said, "Who’s next?"

The host excitedly proclaimed, "The Tyrant Iron Fist is starting his third challenge; he’s challenging once more."

The crowd gasped, wondering how he could continue challenging a third time without tiring.

The host laughed and said, "Haha... for the third challenge, the Tyrant Iron Fist got very lucky, randomly picked a rookie to challenge."

The crowd froze, "A rookie challenge? Damn, this time I have to bet on Tyrant Iron Fist to win."

"Hurry up and place the bet."

"Oh my gosh, why is the ratio so low? It’s fifty to one."

"Damn! Betting 10,000 Shanhai Currency only returns 200 Shanhai Currency."

"What’s going on? Even for a rookie, it’s unfair—the ratio is far too low."

"Well... the Tyrant Iron Fist has two wins already, and now it’s a rookie challenge, so the odds are naturally low."

Chu Hao touched his nose—the rookie the host referred to was probably him. He contacted the client and said, "For this match, I’ll bet on the Sentimental Swordsman with a Ruthless Sword to win."

The client smiled, "How much are you placing?"

Chu Hao took out his Supreme Platinum Card and said, "Whatever Shanhai Currency is loaded on this card."

The client checked and replied with a sigh, "Your card has a balance of 13 million Shanhai Currency, but the rules dictate you can only bet a maximum of 500,000 Shanhai Currency."

Chu Hao said, "Then let’s bet 500,000."

"Alright, happy to serve you."

The host called out, "Please welcome the next challenger—Sentimental Swordsman with a Ruthless Sword."

"Whoa! What a fancy name!"

"Sentimental Swordsman with a Ruthless Sword—so poetic, so stylish. Why didn’t I think of that before?"

"Ding... Host name successfully shows off, gaining 60,000 Pretentiousness Points."

It was right to choose this name—how poetic and pretentious.

The Tyrant Iron Fist was placing his own bet too, not taking a newcomer seriously. He placed a bet of 500,000 Shanhai Currency, hoping to win some.

Seeing Chu Hao step onto the arena, the Tyrant Iron Fist beckoned with a finger, saying, "Kid, don’t waste my time. Come and meet your end."

Chu Hao calmly replied, "I’m in a hurry as well, preparing for the next challenge."

The Tyrant Iron Fist sneered, "So arrogant for a newcomer—let me teach you a lesson."

The crowd shouted, "Tyrant Iron Fist, take him down."

Confidence surging, the Tyrant Iron Fist charged forward, his punch lit with Yin and Yang Runes, aiming a steel punch at Chu Hao’s face.

The Tyrant Iron Fist was exceedingly confident—this punch would surely kill the opponent. What did it matter if they were at the Earth Master Fulfilled Realm?

Unfortunately, he was about to be disappointed.

Chu Hao aimed to end the battle swiftly, and he too threw a punch.

The Tyrant Iron Fist scoffed inwardly, daring to trade punches—he should be aware of his Yin-Yang Body Cultivation.

"Seeking death."

"Bang."

Their fists collided, and one figure flew straight out, with the Tyrant Iron Fist landing at the arena’s edge.

The whole place erupted in shock.

"Oh my gosh."

"The Tyrant Iron Fist was punched away?"

The crowd gasped, some shouting in excitement—originally thinking Tyrant Iron Fist would immediately knock out his opponent, but it didn’t happen.

The Tyrant Iron Fist got up, his arm numb. Despite being in Shanhai Platform’s mental illusion realm, the pain felt incredibly real.

Chu Hao, with hands behind his back, calmly remarked, "Don’t take it personally—you genuinely are trash."

The enraged Tyrant Iron Fist yelled, "I don’t believe it—Iron Fist Technique!"

From the audience seats, people excitedly exclaimed, "Here it comes, here it comes—the Curse Body specializing in Iron Fist has arrived, enhancing the punch’s power by several times."

With an indifferent expression, Chu Hao charged again, throwing another punch.

"Die," roared the Tyrant Iron Fist, his fist glowing like heated steel, releasing a scorching wave.

Once again, a clash of fists.

At the moment of contact, the Tyrant Iron Fist’s face changed, flying out and off the arena, crashing into the wall below.

The host ecstatically announced, "The winner—Ruthless Swordsman and Sentimental Sword."

The audience burst into cheers.

Chu Hao said, "Next."