One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Behemoth's methods are truly remarkable!"

"However, he shouldn't be a team member, given his age, he's definitely too old."

This year's exchange competition is so treacherous it could drown you!

Just as the various delegations were getting to know each other and had different thoughts.

The man in the kimono on the central platform finally finished his long and tedious speech.

"Next!"

The man suddenly waved his hand, his voice rising sharply and filled with fanaticism:

"To welcome distinguished guests from all over the world!"

"We will present the highest honors of the Japanese supernatural world, a tradition passed down for thousands of years—"

"【Hyakki Yagyō - Mikagura】!!!"

The voice just fell.

The lights in the entire venue went out instantly!

We were plunged into absolute darkness, where we couldn't see our own hands in front of our faces!

Chapter 332 A Parade of One Hundred Ghosts, A Sea of ​​Curses

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three extremely deep, muffled taiko drumbeats, seemingly capable of striking one's heart directly, resounded simultaneously from all directions of the venue!

Followed by.

Suddenly, countless clusters of eerie green foxfire burst into flame in the air around the venue!

These foxfires hovered in mid-air, illuminating the entire venue as if it were a demonic realm.

"Woo~~"

A mournful shakuhachi tune, like a chilling wind, swept past everyone's ears.

In the eerie green firelight.

Right in the center of the platform.

Dozens of priestesses and shrine maidens dressed in pure white kimonos and wearing pale white fox masks appeared out of thin air like ghosts!

They waved huge imperial coins in their hands, and their steps were strange, yet somehow in accordance with some kind of esoteric formation.

As they danced.

A dense, visible demonic aura, mixed with tangible Qi, began to spread wildly throughout the entire venue!

"Hiss! These little devils, why did they make their opening ceremony look like a summoning of spirits?!"

Zhang Chulan covered his ears, feeling as if a needle was churning in his brain, making him feel uneasy.

Wang Ye's feet had already subconsciously landed on the central palace position, and his brows furrowed:

"Old Zhang, stay calm! This is not just a performance!"

"This drumming and dance incorporate extremely powerful sonic attacks and mental illusions!"

"They're giving all the contestants a taste of intimidation indiscriminately!"

As Wang Ye had predicted, things went exactly as he had expected.

As the rhythm of the taiko drums gets faster and faster.

The priestesses and shrine maidens dancing on the stage suddenly stopped moving in unison.

They suddenly pointed the imperial coins in their hands at the surroundings of the stands!

"Roar!!!"

A chilling roar erupted!

In those eerie green foxfires.

It actually conjured up hundreds and thousands of hideous ghost phantoms!

There was a one-eyed monk carrying a lantern, a long-necked gulu-headed creature, and a blue-faced tengu wielding a giant blade!

These are a hundred ghosts formed from spiritual power and demonic energy.

They actually left the stage and pounced on the rest areas of the various delegations, baring their teeth and claws!

"Fuck! What the hell is this thing?!"

On the American delegation's side, several young people accompanying them were so frightened by the lifelike demon suddenly appearing in their faces that they stood up abruptly.

His hands were even glowing with supernatural light, ready to fight on the spot.

Foreign athletes with weaker willpower or those who had never seen such a scene before were forced to break out in a cold sweat and retreat repeatedly by the immense mental pressure.

This is clearly a collective spiritual attack disguised as art!

A dozen or so grotesque, gaping, hungry ghosts, accompanied by a chilling wind, rushed towards the Chinese team's rest area.

Zhang Chulan was about to use lightning magic.

"Come on."

Zhang Tianyi, who was sitting on the sofa, lazily changed his posture.

He didn't even raise his hand.

He merely lifted his eyelids slightly, peering through the top of his sunglasses, his gaze casual...

He glanced at the dozen or so evil spirits.

It was just a fleeting, ordinary glance.

But in the eyes of those phantom demons formed from spiritual power.

The one sitting there is not a human being at all.

Instead, it is a true god who resides high in the heavens and can easily annihilate them!

"squeak……!!!"

Those were just moments ago menacing ghostly phantoms.

The moment it met Zhang Tianyi's gaze, it let out a scream sharper and more shrill than a rat's!

In mid-air.

They didn't continue lunging forward.

In a very humane way, it brought the car to a sudden stop in mid-air!

Then, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, they all covered their heads and turned away.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

These dozen or so evil spirits were actually defeated by Zhang Tianyi with just a glance.

Terrified, he collapsed on the spot, turning into wisps of harmless smoke that dissipated in mid-air three meters away from the Chinese team.

"..."

Zhang Chulan hadn't even had a chance to lower his raised hand yet.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The giant searchlights on the dome of the venue were all lit up, illuminating the entire circular venue in every detail.

The deafening taiko drumbeats and eerie shakuhachi sounds abruptly ceased.

Those menacing ghostly phantoms vanished without a trace the moment the lights came on.

however.

The aftereffects of this brief "opening performance" are now fully exposed.

Apart from top delegations with profound cultural heritage such as China, the United States, the United Kingdom, and Thailand, who were able to remain calm.

The area around the delegations from smaller countries, who came with the intention of joining in the fun and picking up bargains, looked as if they had just experienced a disaster.

"Ugh!"

A young athlete from a small Southeast Asian country was slumped over the armrest of a sofa, his face deathly pale as he frantically retching.

There were several others nearby who were rolling on the ground, clutching their heads.

Several people with extremely weak willpower were so overwhelmed by the sinister demonic energy that their eyes rolled back, they foamed at the mouth, and they fainted on the spot.

"Fuck! What are you doing?!"

A team leader from a Nordic country, seeing half of his team members fall down, was so angry that he smashed his water bottle on the ground.

He abruptly stood up, pointed at the man in a kimono on the central platform, and began to hurl insults in English:

"Is this how you Japanese host countries treat your guests?! To resort to such despicable mental illusions to launch a sneak attack at the opening ceremony?!"

"My players have suffered severe psychological trauma! This is an international scandal! You must apologize immediately and provide substantial medical compensation!!!"

As soon as this man spoke, the leaders of several smaller countries who had also suffered heavy losses immediately found their backbone and stood up to loudly protest.

"That's right! This is against the rules! You're deliberately trying to harm our contestants!"

"The organizing committee must provide an explanation! Otherwise, we will immediately file a joint complaint with the International Federation of Extraordinary People!"

Protests, shouts, and the cries of injured athletes turned what should have been a high-profile opening ceremony into a chaotic mess, much like a bustling market.

……

Not far from these protest areas.

The scene in the Thai delegation's rest area was completely different.

The thin young man named Chachai was still squatting on the chair, holding a bag of potato chips in his hands, watching with great interest.

And beside him.

A muscular man with a buzz cut, dark skin, and bare arms was sitting cross-legged on the sofa.