Abyss Solo

Within the Empire's borders, the live broadcast preview of the White Ghost was sent out several hours in advance.

So, when Boss Yang woke up in the morning and exchanged a few words with other members of the Imperial Investigation Team, Griss was so surprised.

— Yang Ming never planned to broadcast this sparring session within the Empire.

The White Ghost is best at manipulating public opinion and stirring up emotions, yet this time he chose silence and didn't go all out with the live broadcast.

"Isn't it," Griss was a bit confused, "then what are you up to today?"

"Just sparring with them," Yang Ming shrugged, "don't you think it's cool to beat their strongest transformed people flat and then tell them—there's not a single one who can fight?"

"Of course it's cool, but," Griss pondered for a moment, "well, if you don't have any other plans, just straightforwardly spar with them."

Yang Ming patted Griss on the shoulder, a hint of a smile appearing on his lips.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor issue, join me?"

"Hm," Griss slowly exhaled, "if they're not very strong opponents, let me go in. Even though I'm just a regular transformed body, I can still fight decently."

Yang Ming gave a thumbs up: "Sounds good, but you might not get the chance."

"Why?"

"I never said today's sparring is a one-on-one."

Griss widened his eyes, watching Yang Ming leave with hands behind his back, momentarily unsure of what to say.

Tsk, this is overly arrogant.

But he likes it.

...

In the afternoon, the exchange meeting, hastily organized by the New Federation due to a video, officially began.

All members of the Imperial Investigation Team, including members of the Imperial Secret Army, had arrived at the venue—a certain indoor sports center, and together with a dozen officials sent by the New Federation, they became the only audience on-site.

Over a hundred and twenty transformed soldiers from the New Federation, dressed in uniform white vests paired with military pants and boots, their eyes sharp, their expressions stern, stood in six rows in the middle of the stadium.

Two field-grade officers from the New Federation led the team, standing at the front of the lineup, all focusing their gaze on the podium.

A grid of floating spheres formed a filming matrix, able to capture the scene here and project it with complete fidelity to a small group of the New Federation's power holders and plutocrats.

There was no live broadcast here.

Because the New Federation anticipated that their transformed soldiers would lose embarrassingly.

On the stands, Yang Ming sat quietly for a while until Senator Allison took the initiative to approach.

"Mr. Ghost, the sparring session you wanted," Allison gestured below, invitingly, "though we don't know if you merely want to vent some physical energy, we've still mobilized the strongest batch of transformed soldiers for you with the highest specifications."

"They're not the strongest," Yang Ming said calmly, "What about those few bosses imprisoned in the New Federation's special prisons?"

Allison's eyebrow twitched.

He certainly knew who Yang Ming was referring to.

Those transformed people who once appeared in the "Abyss", serving as mid-stage individual bosses for the New Federation, due to their anti-human inclination and enormous destructive power, are currently confined in a half-prison, half-laboratory area.

Allison laughed: "Do you think this is a game? The ones below are the elite of the New Federation."

"That's not enough for me," Yang Ming shook his head, "they can't stop me, just apply upwards, say I want to spar with those few guys."

Allison's eyes shifted slightly, laughing: "Though I don't know what you're talking about, out of respect for your rescue efforts yesterday, I will report upwards immediately."

Minutes later, Allison came over again.

"Sorry, if you wish to spar with those uncontrollable criminals, you'll have to wait for another opportunity, as we can't let such dangerous individuals into Minter City's range."

Griss questioned: "Who?"

"Failed products of the New Federation's genetic experiments," Yang Ming muttered quietly, "They're quite strong, I'm not actually sure, just wanted to test them, didn't expect there are indeed such individuals."

Griss leaned back.

Allison nearly rolled his eyes with frustration.

Yang Ming stood up immediately, flexing his joints, his hands lifted slightly, his body rising slowly from the stands, drifting downwards.

This scene of telekinetic flight instantly heated the atmosphere on-site.

The burly men stared fervently at Yang Ming, watching as he landed in front.

Two field-grade officers stepped forward and saluted.

"Lord White Ghost! Shall the exchange meeting begin now!"

"Hm," Yang Ming nodded, "You two can leave, I don't need a host."

The two officers looked a bit unsatisfied, but still saluted, withdrew, quickly exiting the edges of the batting field.

Yang Ming walked a few steps ahead of these people, suddenly chuckling:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I do not see any rage burning in your eyes; are you here to sing and dance, hand in hand, extolling world peace?"

The over one hundred and twenty transformed soldiers didn't reply, but their eyes showed a bit more fighting spirit.

"Look at me," Yang Ming said calmly, "I am the superior enemy you're currently unable to reach; I have executed ship-boarding assaults on your flagship in wartime within the Empire, and have invaded your largest fortress, engaging in a direct showdown with transformed soldiers of your level within it; my assessment of you is... unworthy of notice."

Their fists were hardened now, those transformed soldiers' fists had begun to harden.