My Husband's Ghost
Chapter 78 Betting

The battle was still fierce and full of resistance between the two sides who were still in a strong feud.

Between the fat ghost and the white dragon demon clan group who were fighting great battles at the location of the ghost market in the Canyon valley.

The glint of sword eyes glittered when exposed to the sunlight.

The movements between the phantom fat man shot up and over while facing the attacks of the white dragon demon clan groups.

The fat ghost floated lightly with its feet resting on a halo as it continued to swing Yunlong's sword in its hand which gave off a cold aura.

Dived quickly and then rained down towards the group of white dragon demon clans that surrounded him below while moving around him nonstop.

The Yunlong sword unsheathed straight downwards as well as out a tinge of white light coiling around the entire sword body aimed towards the group of demon clans that were under the ghost of the fat man.

A burst of bright white light spread wide towards the corners to create a shattered attack formation of the white dragon demon clan.

Several people from the white dragon demon clan flew up and bounced away from the ghost of the fat man who shot lightning down with Yunlong's sword in his hand.

A number of people from the white dragon clan instantly fell headlong in all directions whereas a few others were still standing trying to defend themselves as well as insisting on besieging the phantom of the fat man.

BLAR... ! BLAR... ! BLAR... !

The explosions occurred as a bright tinge of light spread widely as well as hitting a number of people from the white dragon clan. Although some of them survive to surround the ghost of a man who moves down but the wind that comes from the sword Yunlong is very strong making them forced to stay away from the resistance of fat ghosts.

The group of white dragon demon clans flew away from the direction of Yunlong's sword bursts.

Waiting for a moment then simultaneously attacked the ghost of the fat man who stood up with breath gasping tired.

Dimitri immediately turned his head towards Mazonn, he looked very worried about the plump male ghost's fate but Mazonn seemed to be very relaxed with the circumstances unfolding before him.

The sound of swords clashing loudly between the two camps fighting each other.

The plump male ghost looked overwhelmed as it faced the strength of the white dragon demon clans that he had initially defeated.

The fat ghostly breath began to run out while both of his hands trembled violently as he held tightly onto Yunlong's sword which was heavy in size and had a sword length of about three meters.

KLANG´S... KLANG´S... KLANG´S...

Yunlong's sword thump that was pointing above the ground level splashed out flames during a powerful friction.

The ghostly fat man tried to defend against the white dragon demon clans by standing up while holding onto the sword Yunlong had thrust on the ground.

Highlight the eyes of the fat ghost started to weaken but it was still sharply visible.

In contrast to the state a number of demon clans bounced away after attacking him in unison.

They were lying on the ground with thick smoky bodies, some were sitting while holding his chest and some were face down in torn robes.

Fat ghost attacks are quite strong and have a bad impact on the strength of the opponent.

"Wow !? He turned out to be quite powerful as well, able to defeat the large number of demon clan members who had infinite strength.", exclaimed Dimitri amazed.

Dimitri immediately applauded gleefully as he watched the battle between the fat ghost and the white dragon demon clan be won over by the plump male ghost.

A wide smile spread across Dimitri's face, and he clapped his hands in spirit.

Mazonn only smiled faintly at the reaction of his sidekick who looked very happy when the battle at the ghost market was won by the ghost of a fat man.

"You seem very happy, Dimitri", said Mazonn.

"Of course, I'm happy ! It's an unfair battle that's why I'm so happy if the fat male ghost wins it!" Dimitri said.

Dimitri smiled more and more as he glanced at Mazonn who was sitting on the black clouds below.

"Do you want to bet?", asked Mazonn.

"bet ? You mean bet ?", said Dimitri.

"Dad.., bet.".", said Mazonn.

"May then what shall we bet?", asked Dimitri.

"One piece of land is in the valley of the Gorge, if you can predict who will win this battle, then one piece of land under the valley is yours" Mazonn said.

"A very interesting offer, maybe... Why not !? If my prediction is wrong then what should I bet?" Dimitri said.

"Areally?" said Dimitri.

"of course. Why should I pretend to you?", said Mazonn.

"All right, I agree ! I accept your offer!", exclaimed Dimitri.

Dimitri immediately sat down cross-legged with both hands bent forward while his gaze was straight facing towards the pending battle area.

The ghost of the fat man began to stagger while holding onto the sword Yunlong was dragged on the ground.

It was seen that the white dragon demon clan that fell down began to move from their position that had been defeated by the fat ghost.

They moved quickly towards the fat ghost who was walking weakly from the back.

Each member of the white dragon demon clan drew his sword towards the fat ghost in unison despite their bodies being covered in wounds from the saber of Yunlong.

"Hi, they are unfair", cried Dimitri from the direction where he was sitting.

Before he could finish his speech, the sword slashes belonging to the white dragon demon clan tore the skin of the fat man's ghost into flames.

The body of the fat ghost began to drift and soon fell to the ground.

BRUISES...

The attacks of the remaining white dragon demon clan group came back regardless of the plump ghost state that had been helpless and attacked him.

Dimitri shouted loudly for the fat ghost to be aware of the danger threatening him, at which time he turned his head towards Mazonn. He did not find the whereabouts of his sidekick sitting on the black clouds below.

"Mazonn... !? Where is he???", Dimitri said in shock.

Dimitri only saw a black cloud floating on the pedestal that had been occupied by Mazonn while his best friend had disappeared from his seat.

Mazonn's shadow flashed rapidly between the white dragon demon clan's encirclement.

Moving as fast as lightning surrounded the encirclement of the demon clans heading towards the phantom of the fat man while unsheathing their respective swords towards the plump phantom that fell lying helplessly.

VUSHHH... VUSHHH... VUSHHH...

Mazonn moved quickly withstanding the attack from the stealth clan that was aimed at the fat ghost, he carried the ghost's body away from the deadly attack belonging to the white dragon demon clan that surrounded him.

Making a certain point punching movement in the veins until the movement of the white dragon demon clan group came to a halt and was unable to move anymore.

Dimitri saw Mazonn flash by carrying a fat ghost body while Yunlong's sword was in one of his hands.

"What did he do ??? Help that ghost !? It's hard to guess", Dimitri said, pensively alone.

Dimitri could hardly believe that his sidekick would be willing to even go to great lengths to help the fat man's ghost.

He saw a number of fallen demon clan members crashing on the ground and not moving anymore.

Mazonn knocked them down with just one strike.

"C... !? I should have taken part in this battle... Why did I miss it !? And why didn't Mazonn tell him he was going to help the ghost!?", muttered Dimitri.

Dimitri threw away his face in annoyance and then darted quickly after Mazonn who first moved ahead of him.

SRR.TTT... !

Dimitri's body floated down, approaching Mazonn who was putting the body of a fat ghost near his stall stand.

"How are things now?", asked Dimitri.

"I don't know, I don't know how he is, but on the look of his face he looks badly injured" Mazonn said.

"Can he be saved?", asked Dimitri again.

"It is likely that he was exposed to poison so that his injuries were so severe that his body was partially damaged by the sabre belonging to a member of the white dragon stealth clan" Mazonn said.

"Pathetic.", murmured Dimitri iba.

Dimitri saw a fat ghost whose body was turning blue while his face began to turn white lying near his stall pitch and now Yunlong's sword was in Mazonn's hand.