The Ghost of Fog
Chapter 238. Meeting After So Long

"Welcome to the chairman and the officials" said the host who turned around and saluted the officials and Sian Yang. This action was followed by the entire army no matter who was on the ground or on the tile.

The event continued with a short speech by Sian Yang who said that he was too old and weak. And because his subordinates there are so many clever and shrewd people, then he wants to step down and hand over the reins of leadership to his subordinates.

"Just get started!!"

The thunderous sounds of the cheers of the spectators echoed filled the atmosphere of the cold night. But everything was warm even hot when the bonfire was lit and the smoke soared to blend with the darkness of the night sky.

Everyone here actually has not the slightest intention to follow the match that will determine who the next leader is. Because they know who will follow the match and who is worthy are just the people who sit in that chair. Actually it is okay if there are others who want to try, as long as he is a member of the Devil No Appeal, then it is allowed. But no one was foolish enough to challenge the nine strongest people in the order of the organization Devil No Appeal plus the people from the two societies.

"I propose Zhang Heng to be the chairman. Who will challenge him!?" Sian Yang proudly submitted his student to become the leader candidate.

Zhang Heng got up from his seat and jumped to the center of the stage. His clothes were black-black just like the others, only the difference was a plain white mask that was only hollow in the eyes. The mask that became the hallmark of those Flame Poison Demon disciples.

The sword on his waist seemed to add to his prowess which made his supporters cheer loudly.

A moment later, the Golden Dragon stood up and jumped close. Looking at Zhang Heng with a wide grin symbolized hubris.

"I'm against you! As a fellow disciple of the chairman, I don't think it's any harm to mess around with us." said the Golden Dragon.

Zhang Heng lowered his head in paying his respects. Knowing he was the younger one and having to respect the old one, he said, "Begging the master's guidance."

"Dragon my attack!!" The Golden Dragon had already darted rapidly to send a fierce blow until it made a loud voice.

Actually when viewed from the quality of intelligence, Zhang Heng clearly won far because he himself was already stronger than Sian Yang. But as for experience, the Golden Dragon still won a step. So the golden-haired giant full of blood red tattoos dared to challenge Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng easily dodged to the right as the Golden Dragon's right fist pointed at his face. But the Golden Dragon's left hand was already welcoming to deliver a blow to the stomach. Of course this kind of movement was already taken into account by Zhang Heng.

"Hiatt!" the Gold Dragon Shout sent a blow upwards as Zhang Heng soared.

But strangely, from the air, Zhang Heng seemed to be tracking something and dodging the blow. This succeeded in creating exclamations of shock as well as admiration. No exception Golden Dragon who became shocked.

It was because of that shock that a wide gap was created and opened up an opportunity for Zhang Heng to attack him. So when his body landed down, Zhang Heng darted strangely, turning like a snake.

When he got close, he dodged the Golden Dragon punch and took a squatting position. From that position with the right footstool, he used his left foot to kick the Golden Dragon chin which made the giant slam.

"Zhang Heng our new chairman!!" one screams and provokes other screams. The situation was back again rowdy after knowing Zhang Heng won a landslide.

When the Golden Dragon was a little in pain as it rose to its feet, from below it soared the body of someone who was like an owl. His wide robe fluttered as his body soared and landed right in front of Zhang Heng who was still calm.

"It is not strange that the Golden Dragon can be defeated by master Zhang Heng who is one of the true warriors. But let me be equal to you try luck." said the man who is none other than the head of the Heart of Satan.

The head of the Demon Heart and the Black Sword had indeed reached the level of a true swordsman. Therefore, it is not strange if this second fight happens more fierce than before. The bodies of the two people vanished into black scrolls that were lashed and pressed against each other.

Zhang Qiaofeng who saw it all instead became bored from not getting anything meaningful. Actually the flames of vengeance had already burned his heart when he saw Zhang Heng's appearance, but she wasn't a foolish girl who would barrage without calculation. So he intends to leave from there immediately.

When he came down from the tree, he saw that there were many people who were standing alertly just in case. He knew that around this island he had been fitted with several guards to secure the event.

Zhang Qiaofeng lurked behind the darkness of the night to find a way out or at least the loneliest path. To escape from here is not difficult, quite the contrary, very easy. Because the boats and ships from some of the surrounding islands used for transportation here are still anchored neatly on the beach.

Finally he saw the most desolate road, a steep rock hill with no guard at all. Perhaps they thought there would be no bullies in this place because behind the hill was a steep ravine beneath which was a violent whirlpool. But Zhang Qiaofeng was not his name otherwise reckless, then he walked through this path and thought of another way of escape later.

With the science of lightening his body that could already be considered high level only, it was still difficult to climb this hill. In addition to slippery and moist, the stones there are also sharp and some even shaped deadly sharp thorns.

"Waduh.kuman there are waters that turn and sword stones! Danger right!" subconsciously he shouted a little loudly expressing his shock.

Then he turned to the right and saw a stretch of beach that extends far full of rows of boats or ships.

"I have to go there, but unfortunately there are a lot of guards. It's not hard to break them down, which is difficult if there is a commotion and I get gang-raped by them all." he muttered seeing about dozens of people standing guard there.

Suddenly, for some reason the gentle breeze waving its long hair stopped blowing and the atmosphere became silent once more. Too quiet. Even the waves in the sea slowed down slightly.

"Eh, what's going on?" confused whispers.

A few breaths after that, from the direction of the land snatched the gentle wind. Over and over again getting louder and more violent and violent. His caping hat was unable to hold on and was thrown into the water which began to ferment again.

Zhang Qiaofeng exerted a deep energy into the foot and made the foot seem to be embedded in the footing of the stone.

"What'sthis? What the fuck!?" the screams started to panic.

Then the wind stopped, then blew again, stopped again and raged again. Continues to repeat up to four times before the situation returns to normal as usual.

"What was that!?" he screamed out in dismay with his hair like a person who had just woken up from sleep for three days.

His sharp eyes caught the silhouette of a person who leaped high once. The flashes coming from his body were predictably a sword.

"Damn, there's an enemy!"

Zhang Qiaofeng pulled out a pair of daggers and prepared. Sure enough, after circling in the air, just like Zhang Heng earlier, tracing the air and darting rapidly with a sword drawn towards Zhang Qiaofeng's chest.

"Trangs!"

Zhang Qiaofeng deftly managed to fend off the opponent's sword that emitted familial lightning and air. But he had no chance to think when his opponent came back crashing with a stab from above.

His body jumped to the side and the attack escaped. He throws seven thin needles that he manages to rob the mysterious opponent of collapse. This opportunity he used to slam back, making distance from his attacker.

"Who are you!? It's also good that your sharp eyes can see presence...ku....?"

His eyes were dull and his face was pale instantly. Before him at this moment, stood a young man who was several years younger than him. Wearing a jet-black robe and a half-face mask covered his right face. His skin looked slightly pale but did not change the view of Zhang Qiaofeng who was still familiar with the figure. The mouth of the assailant was tightly clenched, his eyes staring intently and his expression was monstrous cold.

The sword in his right hand emitted terrifying rays as the moonlight hit him. A bright blue-colored sword was almost to white.

"Inbreathers? Do you have nine lives to go crazy with us?" ask the person not to change his position and expression

Zhang Qiaofeng's entire body went limp and fell to his knees. Either limp because of the sound or limp because of the presence of the person. I don't know if he didn't know, obviously, this feeling of weakness and helplessness was worse than when he received a true warrior paralytic in the red district.

His muffled tongue was finally able to let out a soft sound like it was suffocating. Mixed with tears that began to flow, his voice was heard in the ears of his opponent because it was ushered in by the gusts of the night wind that bore silent witness to their meeting.

"Lins....Tian...Is that it?"

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

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