Chapter 449: Is Ghost Level Really That Hard?

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...Various sounds erupted from the stands, yet the battle in the arena didn’t pause for even a second.

The Ice Bees crashed to the ground. Wang Feng had wanted to test them further, but it seemed they were far too insignificant in a battle of this level. Tianzhe Yifeng’s strength was also greater than imagined—he was no novice who had just stepped into the ghost-level (a tier of power). Instead, he had likely been entrenched in it for at least a year or two. In fact, it was possible he had already reached the ghost level when he left the Zenith Holy Sanctuary, keeping it a secret all this time...

A white light flashed in Wang Feng’s hand, and the sixteen Ice Bees convulsing on the ground, along with the two severely injured ones on the verge of death, instantly vanished. The next moment, several residual arcs of lightning shot toward Wang Feng.

The lightning was swift, but Wang Feng’s body drifted backward just in time, evading every strike.

Tianzhe Yifeng’s face maintained a faint, predatory smile. He had given his junior brother face and offered Wang Feng chances—twice, in fact. Unfortunately, the other party didn’t cherish them. He wouldn’t repeat the same words a third time. Even if Wang Feng wanted to surrender now, it was already too late.

The earlier Thunderstorm Sparrows attack had been an area-of-effect assault. Whether by luck or skill, the fact that Wang Feng had emerged unscathed was enough to warrant Tianzhe Yifeng’s personal intervention.

With a flip of his left hand, he raised it, palm upturned, cradling a searing, white-hot flame—*'Heavenly Fire'*! His right hand, fingers curled like claws, grasped a rapidly expanding, crackling lightning sphere the size of a basketball. Then, with a swift motion, he brought his hands together in front of his chest.

The lightning sphere and Heavenly Fire merged instantly, forming a ten-foot-wide thundercloud fireball as if conjured by magic!

"So fast." Jixiang Tian’s eyes gleamed faintly.

Never underestimate the word 'fast.' For wizards capable of world-ending destruction, what limits their strength has never been raw power—it’s speed. In Wizardry, speed reigns supreme!

A Wizardry attack is typically divided into three stages: preparation, condensation, and release.

Ordinary Wizardry experts can achieve 'preparation speed'—simplifying or even skipping incantations, gathering soul energy with a mere thought and flick of the wrist. In short, practice makes perfect, reaching the pinnacle of technique. Such individuals are already among the elite of Holy Sanctuary disciples.

First-class experts can also achieve 'condensation speed'—an innate sense for Wizardry and elemental affinity. This isn’t something that can be attained through training alone; it requires genuine talent and insight. Without such gifts, no amount of practice will ever make one 'quick' in this stage.

But to become a true top-tier expert, one must also achieve 'release speed' and 'attack speed,' integrating all three 'speeds' into one! This demands not only technical mastery and talent but also combat intuition and experience.

This is no longer just the mark of a Wizardry genius but a combat genius as well. Mastering all three speeds means reaching the absolute peak. If apocalyptic forbidden spells could barrage you like gunfire, who could possibly withstand it? What could possibly block it?!

A surge of violet-hued soul energy erupted from Tianzhe Yifeng’s body.

Tianzhe—Thunderfire Cloud-Turning Hand!

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

The flames stretched into lightning-like threads, countless spear-tipped lances carrying the destructive force of fire and the swiftness of thunder, densely piercing toward Wang Feng in an instant!

The Zenith supporters cheered, while all of Rose’s backers gaped in shock. Clara, Yinfu, Su Yue, Ning Zhiyuan, and even Xue Zhiyu and others craning their necks from the passageway felt their hearts leap into their throats.

Wouldn’t he be instantly shredded?

But before those worried for Wang Feng could even cry out, Wang Feng’s body on the battlefield suddenly swayed and flickered—one shadow, two shadows... In an instant, Shadow Mirage!

The blur of afterimages seemed even more numerous than the dense barrage of thunderfire spears. Every single attack missed—not a single one landed!

Whether it was the Zenith supporters already preparing to celebrate or the Rose faction who couldn’t bear to watch, this footwork, this movement... This was no accident, nor was it luck.

Wang Feng? That little bee?

No freaking way! What’s going on here?

The crowd froze in stunned silence.

Tianzhe Yifeng's pupils contracted slightly but quickly returned to calm, only letting out a faint snort from his nose.

After all, as Thunder Dragon's disciple and Karida's junior brother, even though rumors had always painted him as a slacker, this movement technique alone was enough to disprove those claims. This guy clearly had some hidden skills.

Others might be shocked, but not Tianzhe Yifeng. He had never paid much attention to Wang Feng, whether it was negative gossip or positive praise.

Besides, as a genius wizard, he had no interest in martial arts. No matter how agile a Martial Artist was, they stood no chance against the absolute power of a wizard.

"Showing off in front of the master!"

WHOOSH!

A surge of violent soul power erupted from Tianzhe Yifeng, the shockwave sweeping across the entire arena in the blink of an eye!

Ghost level—the second one tonight!

Yet, no one batted an eye—this was expected. Tianzhe Yifeng's Ghost-level strength had long been taken for granted—it would be abnormal if he *hadn't* reached it.

But unlike Amogan's earlier Ghost-level display, whether in terms of explosive speed or the overwhelming pressure of his soul power, the difference was night and day.

Limitless, stable, and perfectly controlled—this level of effortless control was completely different from someone who had just entered Ghost level.

Despite suddenly unleashing Ghost-level power, Tianzhe Yifeng's expression showed no heightened battle intent. Clearly, he wasn't doing this because he felt threatened.

His strength wasn't just in soul power but in his overwhelming technique and experience. Even with Tiger Peak-level combat power, he had more than enough ways to crush the fool who dared provoke him. But he wasn't here to play games—veterans of life-and-death battles don’t play games.

Today might be his last chance to showcase his strength on the Holy Sanctuary disciples' stage, so he wanted to make it spectacular. His real goal was to earn the title of "Hero."

So, he would destroy this guy in front of him—brutally, swiftly, and utterly.

The terrifying pressure swept through the arena. Even the ordinary spectators in the back rows could feel the blazing wind of Ghost-level soul pressure, a fear akin to standing before a deity, compelling even the distant spectators to bow.

Ghost-level fighters weren’t uncommon, but those around twenty-five years old—and at the very peak Ghost Initial—were exceedingly scarce, even across the entire Nine Heavens continent.

Absolute genius, comprehension, and effort—these individuals undoubtedly achieved great heights. Like Aaron the Valiant Blade, or Karida of Rose... In the League of Blades, such people had a special title: the "Ghost King Club."

"First Amogan, now Tianzhe Yifeng—Zenith Holy Sanctuary is truly extraordinary," Long Jing remarked with a smile. "I've long heard that the Holy Sanctuary possesses a method to reliably reach Ghost level. Seems it's true."

"Decades of research culminating in breakthroughs—Zenith Holy Sanctuary and the Holy City have indeed made some progress in recent years, mastering certain methods to reach Ghost level," the Holy Son replied with a faint smile. The topic was quite sensitive—letting opponents know a little was a form of deterrence, but revealing too much would make them seem like they were "bluffing." "But it hasn't been widely implemented. After all, the Holy City must consider the bigger picture—wise resource use. It’s an era of peace, after all."

"Fair enough," Long Jing chuckled. "But that Ghost-level fighter's killing intent is intense. That poor Wang Feng won’t last long."

Intense killing intent definitely wasn't something honed in the Holy Sanctuary—it came from real frontline battles. A subtle but pointed rebuttal.

The Holy Son smiled slightly, neither confirming nor denying. Some things were best left ambiguous—either the truth would speak for itself, or overexplaining would only make things worse. Leaving room for speculation was the most powerful approach.

He glanced at Lucky Heaven beside him, only to find her completely engrossed in the battle below, her eyes burning with interest, clearly more invested in the fight than their conversation.

But... the Holy Son chuckled. Was there even any point in watching this fight anymore?

His opinion clearly reflected the consensus of the tens of thousands watching in the arena. Peak Ghost Initial, combined with Tianzhe Yifeng's genius-level combat skills—this was an overwhelming advantage in both power and skill. Even if Wang Feng pulled out ten bottles of Soul-Returning Essence like Winnie Lee had, it would be utterly meaningless.

Victory was at hand. Remembering the frustration of Winnie's earlier comeback, Zenith's supporters finally hurled their prepared insults.

"This is the true strength of Zenith Holy Sanctuary! Zenith will prevail!"

"Backwater fools—still think you can compete? How delusional!"

"You’ve never faced real power!"

The Rose section was already in despair. Whether it was Ning Zhiyuan, Patu, Su Yue, or Mo Tong, Notes, and Xue Zhiyu at the entrance, frankly speaking, the battle had reached this point—they really wanted to cheer for Old Wang fiercely... but... there was simply no possibility left.

When the gap in strength was too vast, all that remained was crushing defeat and helplessness. Even anger felt pointless.

"Just kneel and admit defeat already! Ghost level is a daddy you’ll never measure up to!" a martial disciple from Sky Dome stood up and roared, flexing his proud muscles.

Wang Feng turned his head and glanced. "Oh?" He reached up to adjust his windblown hair, his trademark lazy smile reappearing on his face. "You mean... this?"

BOOOM!

Without warning, a terrifying surge of aura erupted from Old Wang!

It was a radiant golden aura, majestic and righteous, like a monarch’s majesty—engulfing him in golden flames, even making his eyes, hair, skin, and clothes shimmer with a golden glow.

Ghost level!

And not just any ghost level—this was a mastery and freedom that was every bit Tianzhe Yifeng’s equal!

Effortless. Natural.

If Tianzhe Yifeng’s ghost-level aura had made even the farthest spectators feel fear, then Old Wang’s aura at this moment was capable of dissipating that fear. It spread across the arena just the same, completely neutralizing the oppressive weight of Tianzhe Yifeng’s aura.

The buzzing clamor of the crowd instantly fell into dead silence. The bare-chested Sky Dome bruiser froze in confusion.

Ye Dun’s eyes flashed brightly from below the stage. Whether it was Sky Dome’s supporters, Rose’s fans, or even the VIPs in the high seats—tens of thousands of people were left completely floored!

What… what the hell was this? What in the actual hell?!

Lucky Heaven’s eyes sparkled. Clara slightly parted her plump cherry lips. Aaron, who had been worrying about his "Big Bro," was left gaping. On Rose’s stands, Su Yue, Famier, Patu, Ning Zhiyuan—all of them had their jaws dropped. Even Notes, Xue Zhiyu, and the others at the entrance were completely stunned.

Old Wang? Ghost level?

Mo Tong nearly bit his own tongue off. There was a time when he thought Wang Feng was just the green leaf meant to highlight his own heroic image. But now… Holy shit, am I dreaming?!

"Holy crap! Boss is insane! A true legend!" Aota and his two brothers were practically ready to kneel. Before, they had called him "boss" with some reluctance, but now? They were genuinely convinced. No wonder Old Man Ostas had such sharp eyes—having a boss like this was just too damn cool!

"??!!" So this was why that guy beside him had so much faith in Wang Feng? No wonder, no wonder! No wonder Wang Feng could walk the Heavenly Path—he was already ghost level!

Gule couldn’t help but glance at Xiao Bang beside him, half-laughing, half-disbelieving. That guy must have known all along, huh? The relationship between the Dragonmoon Third Prince and Wang Feng was truly something else.

Xiao Bang remained expressionless. *Master… you’re really something else.*

The solemn silence of the arena was soon shattered by a deafening uproar from the Rose stands.

"Holy crap! Holy crap!" The less articulate ones grabbed their hair in frenzied excitement.

"Ghost level! Senior Brother Wang Feng is ghost level! The first ghost-level disciple of Rose!"

"First? What first? Boss Fan is one too, so is Winnie—he’s the third!"

"Still wanna talk big, Sky Dome? Still wanna show off? Is ghost level hard? Is ghost level impressive?!"

"No way! Do we still have a chance? Can we really defeat Sky Dome?!"

"We will! We absolutely will!"

At this point, no one cared about Tianzhe Yifeng’s strength anymore. Wang Feng’s ghost-level eruption had given every Rose supporter boundless, unshakable faith—blind confidence, even. Was this still the same "most incompetent captain ever"?

Famier and Su Yue, along with the other girls, grabbed each other’s hands, nearly jumping in excitement. The guys like Patu slammed the railings in excitement. Even the usually composed Ning Zhiyuan couldn’t help but join the deafening cheers.

"We can win! We will definitely win!"

The sudden eruption of enthusiasm instantly flooded the entire arena. The cheers of a mere few hundred people somehow managed to sound like tens of thousands, thoroughly disgusting the already quite embarrassed Holy Sanctuary's Light supporters.

How is this possible? This defies all reason!

A brown-noser, someone utterly impure, someone who was clearly focused on rune research—how the hell did he reach Ghost level?

Tianzhe Yifeng was also stunned, his face twisting into an expression somewhere between awkwardness and disgust... How could trash like this even reach Ghost level?

"Look at how uncultured you all are. It's just Ghost level—what's the big deal?" Old Wang had completely let loose now. He couldn't let his brothers down. "You people, can't you live without showing off? The biggest flaw of us at the Rose faction is that we're too humble and pragmatic."

With the aid of his Ghost-level soul power, Old Wang's voice effortlessly carried across the entire arena, thoroughly irritating every silent Holy Sanctuary fan. The stands immediately erupted in light coughs and curses.

But Old Wang simply spread his hands and said calmly to Tianzhe Yifeng, "Bring it on."

He hadn't cared about Wang Feng's arrogance before because Wang Feng hadn't been worth his attention. But now, Tianzhe Yifeng was genuinely starting to feel anger.

"You?" He scoffed, his voice turning icy. "Ghost level is just the threshold. You think reaching Ghost level means you've truly grasped power? How naive!"

Boom!

Tianzhe Yifeng's wildly surging soul power abruptly condensed. This time, it wasn't an instant-cast Witchcraft—a massive circular rune formation, a full two meters in diameter, instantly took shape beneath his feet.

The left half of the rune formation shimmered with a spiral of crimson flame patterns, while the right half crackled with crisscrossing thunder runes. The two combined...

Hummm!

Though it was broad daylight, nearing noon, terrifying thunderfire clouds instantly gathered in the sky, blotting out the sun. A massive shadow, easily over a hundred square meters, cast half the arena into a fiery, dusk-like glow.

Tianzhe—Thunderfire Doom!

A sharp glint flashed in Tianzhe Yifeng's eyes as the rune formation beneath his feet erupted in dazzling light. Simultaneously, the thunderfire clouds above Old Wang's head churned violently.

Boom—!

The twilight-hued sky flared brilliantly as fire clouds rolled and lightning crackled.

In an instant, dozens of thick, pillar-like thunder pillars rained down from the thunderfire clouds, connecting heaven and earth like colossal columns of lightning! Amidst the blinding flashes, cascades of molten fire poured down like heavenly wrath, turning the entire arena into a hellscape with no safe ground to stand on.

This was the true high-end combat power of a Ghost-level wizard! This single move alone showcased Tianzhe Yifeng's mastery of Witchcraft—especially his control. He wasn't wrong—Ghost level was just a threshold of soul power; true strength lay in cultivation.

Yet Old Wang repeated his earlier trick. His figure blurred into multiple ghostly afterimages, weaving effortlessly through the dense storm of thunder and fire pillars like a butterfly darting through blossoms—completely unscathed!

Everyone was dumbfounded. So this was it—this was the true personal disciple of Thunder Dragon!

Don't be fooled by Thunder Dragon's recent years of seclusion, devoted to runes and alchemy, into thinking he was just some decrepit old man. The rise of Judgment in Aurora City and the decline of the Thunder family after Thunder Dragon's retreat had long made the Holy Sanctuary consider shutting down Rose. But they never dared to act forcefully—precisely because of Thunder Dragon's power!

Many youngsters heard Thunder Dragon's nickname, "Thunder God," and assumed he was just a lightning wizard. But in truth, he was a genuine dual cultivator of Witchcraft and martial arts, with especially breathtaking body techniques! Just look at Karida, whom he trained—the "Heavenly Pivot Sword Dance" dared to include "dance" in its name precisely because footwork and movement were its core. Moreover, Thunder Dragon's mastery of the Thunder Path was renowned for its speed. Back in the day, the Thunder God was undoubtedly among the fastest in the Nine Heavens Continent!

So it was no surprise at all that his personal disciple could move with such blinding speed. Except... aside from Rose's supporters, everyone else—including the reporters who had written about Wang Feng countless times in Holy Sanctuary's Light—found it utterly jarring to associate the word "godly speed" with this Wang Feng.

After all, this was the same Wang Feng everyone saw as the "Bootlicking King," the "Scam King," the "Decadent King," the "Rune King." And now, out of nowhere, he was the "Speed King"? For your next reading convenience, you can click the "Bookmark" button below to record this chapter (Chapter 449: Is Ghost Level Really That Hard?). Next time you open the bookshelf, you'll see it immediately!

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