Silence, the area around the arena was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

The vast majority of onlookers stared dumbfounded at Han Ping on the arena.

"Senior Brother Han is so powerful!"

"Senior Brother Han, well done!"

The two young girls, Chen Qianqian and Bai Qian, were the first to speak, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

Only then did the others below the arena come to their senses and began to discuss loudly.

"Can someone tell me, which force's cultivator is this Han Paopao? Why is he so formidable?"

"He couldn't be a disciple of those six half-saint forces, could he?"

"Unlikely, disciples of the six half-saint forces wouldn't be interested in such a small scene."

On the arena, Han Ping looked calmly at Chen Ming lying on the ground and said: "Stop pretending to be dead. I only used one-tenth of my strength in that palm strike, not enough to cripple you."

Pfft...

Chen Ming, who had been pretending to be unconscious, spat out a mouthful of old blood upon hearing this.

He had originally planned to use this method to deceive his way through, but never expected the other party to expose him directly, causing him to become agitated.

Seeing this, Han Ping shrugged and said with a smile: "Look at you, why hold it in? I never intended to take your life."

"You!!!"

Chen Ming felt as if a knife were stabbing his heart at this moment. Though there was no blood, the pain was worse than being killed.

"If you want to say something, I'm not the kind of person who won't let others speak."

The smile on Han Ping's face grew more excited, as if he had rediscovered the feeling he had when he was a rogue cultivator.

There were too many prodigies at Miaomiao Mountain, and his true nature seemed to have been suppressed. It was good to come out occasionally to broaden his horizons.

"I lost."

Chen Ming ultimately chose to admit his defeat. This battle was lost too humiliatingly.

"Refreshing!"

Han Ping gave him a thumbs up: "Since you admitted defeat so refreshingly, I imagine you'll also be very refreshing in fulfilling our bet, right?"

As these words fell, the surrounding discussions fell silent again. After all, the bet between the two was made less than a cup of tea ago, and everyone could still remember what the two had said earlier.

Chen Ming used his sword to support his body and slowly stood up. The previous arrogance on his face was gone, replaced by a humble expression as he asked: "Daoist friend, could you be lenient?"

"I much prefer your previous defiant appearance."

Han Ping paused, then changed his tone: "Don't tell me you, a distinguished disciple of the Gale Sword Sect, can't afford to lose?"

The people in the audience couldn't help but laugh out loud upon hearing this.

"Hahaha..."

"This Daoist friend Han is truly humorous."

"..."

Even Chu Feng gave Han Ping a thumbs up: "Paopao, you finally have half of this master's demeanor."

"Daoist friend, do you really have to be so ruthless?"

Chen Ming's face was extremely ugly as he asked word by word.

"I'm not an unreasonable person. How about this: you keep your inner garment, but leave everything else. That way, we both save face, don't we?"

Han Paopao said in a tone that suggested he was very reasonable.

"Good, good, good..."

Chen Ming said, waving his hand, and soon his whole body disappeared like a gust of wind from the spot, leaving only a set of clothes, a storage bag, and the sword on the arena.

Seeing this, Han Paopao muttered: "Truly a disciple of the Gale Sword Sect, the speed of his escape is just like a gust of wind."

As he spoke, a cold hum came from the crowd: "Hmph! Daoist friend, since you've won, why must you humiliate my Gale Sword Sect?"

Hearing this, everyone present turned their gaze toward the direction of the voice. They saw an old man with silver hair, a resolute face, a sturdy build, and a sharp aura all over, leading disciples of the Gale Sword Sect toward Arena Number Nine.

Unfortunately, there was no sign of Chen Ming in the crowd, which disappointed Han Paopao.

He said with a smile: "Daoist friend, how have I humiliated your Gale Sword Sect? I merely repeated what Chen Ming did. Is speaking the truth also considered humiliation?"

The old man, stroking his beard and glaring, said: "What a sharp-tongued brat. If it weren't for the fact that I am not supposed to act today, I would definitely show you the Gale Sword Technique of our Gale Sword Sect!"

Han Paopao shrugged: "I know you want to beat me, but don't worry. I can give you this opportunity. After all, the upcoming Jiazi Battle doesn't have age restrictions for participants. Moreover, in a battle between you and me, it wouldn't be considered bullying the young with the old, at most it's just bullying the old and weak."

Hiss...

Everyone present gasped upon hearing this. No one expected this fellow called Han Paopao to dare speak to a powerful figure of the Gale Sword Sect in such a manner.

"Brat, are you provoking me?" the old man from the Gale Sword Sect asked sternly.

"No, no, no."

Han Paopao said with a smile: "I'm just giving you a legitimate opportunity to fight me. After all, it's the rule that when the young are beaten, the old come out.

Once we've fought today, I suppose your Gale Sword Sect will be convinced and won't come looking for trouble with me again. I dislike trouble the most, so naturally, I want to resolve all troubles early."

The old man narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the youth before him. Having lived for over a thousand years, he naturally wouldn't underestimate any opponent.

But to his surprise, he couldn't see through the cultivation level of this youth.

Before the old man could speak, the disciples behind him spoke up one after another.

"Brat, how dare you be so presumptuous in front of Elder Zhang! If you know what's good for you, kneel down and apologize to Elder Zhang!"

"Brat, Elder Zhang just doesn't want to bother with the likes of you. It's not too late to kneel and admit your mistake now."

"..."

Hearing these words, Han Paopao wasn't angry at all. Instead, he said with a smile: "Daoist friend, look at the current situation. If you and I don't have a fight to settle this grudge, neither of us will be able to save face."

"As you wish!"

Elder Zhang said, taking a step forward. His whole body instantly turned into a blur and flew toward the arena.

Seeing Elder Zhang ascend the arena, Han Paopao said with a smile: "What are we betting on?"

Elder Zhang said: "If you lose, you will kneel and apologize to me and the Gale Sword Sect."

"Acceptable."

Han Paopao said: "If you lose, you'll be like that disciple of your sect. However, I'm not interested in your clothes. How about you leave all your treasures?"

"Hmph!"

Elder Zhang snorted coldly: "How could I possibly lose to a brat like you? Very well, I'll agree to your terms."

As he spoke, the pressure of the peak of the Nurturing God Realm emanated from him, instantly enveloping the entire arena.

Seeing this, Han Paopao no longer held back and released his own aura.

Soon, two powerful auras confronted each other on the arena.

Below the arena, all the cultivators except for Chu Feng's group exclaimed again upon seeing the pressure emanating from Han Paopao...

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