Some time later, Chen Yuanlin finished meditating and looked toward the Cloud Platform.
"My turn!"
The burly man from the Dragon-Elephant Heaven-Supporting Sect rose to his feet. He didn't have any puppets, and his clone technique wasn't particularly proficient, so he had no choice but to take the field himself.
He leaped down from the Cloud Platform.
Boom!
Heat waves rolled outward. The vast surge of vital energy scattered the ethereal clouds lingering among the perilous peaks.
The clear fragrance of wine grew richer as the temperature abruptly rose.
The Speaker raised a hand and pointed. A ripple of pure light spread out, blocking the vast vital energy and cutting off the surging heat.
Thud!
Like a blood-red meteor crashing down, the suspended arena pitched sharply upward, one half slamming into the lake of wine and sending towering waves surging into the air.
Chen Yuanlin stood straight as a green pine, unmoving.
The spirit materials used to make the arena were of a very high grade. A blow like that wouldn't be enough to damage it.
Soon, the nearly overturned arena began to right itself.
Hiss—!
Heat waves rolled, and wine vapor billowed.
"Ha ha ha!" The burly man threw back his head and laughed. His clothes billowed around him, giving him a bold, carefree air.
"Your fists aren't fists, and your techniques aren't techniques! You've got too many tricks up your sleeve, kid."
"Do you dare test your fists and feet against mine?"
The burly man's eyes gleamed.
How shameless!
You're in the Void Return Realm, and you're a body cultivator on top of that. How could you have the nerve to say something like that?
Those watching the broadcast couldn't help thinking so.
Chen Yuanlin merely raised an eyebrow.
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
"Good lad!" The burly man