An easy victory

Wei Dong paid it no mind at all. "Just watch. Brother Chen will definitely win."

Of them all, only he had seen Lin Qing fight firsthand. What did a True Gang Realm martial artist amount to? Anyone who lasted three exchanges against Lin Qing could count as a top-tier expert.

Li Ping and the other two said nothing, though inwardly they wondered whether Wei Dong was being a little too arrogant.

As they spoke, Qiu Changming loudly announced the matchups.

"First match, Chen Lan against Lei Tong!"

"Second match, Lin Qing against Wu Xun!"

"Third match, the winners face off. The final victor will become Office Chief of the Netherworld Pacification Bureau."

"Let the matches begin!"

As soon as his words fell, Lei Tong and Chen Lan used their lightness skills to leap onto the platform almost simultaneously.

"Brother Lei, forgive me for this. Go easy on me!" Chen Lan chuckled. He was only in his thirties, while Lei Tong was already over fifty, and the two knew each other privately.

Lei Tong said gravely, "Young Chen, I'd advise you to surrender. You have no chance."

"That won't do. With so many people watching, conceding outright would be too embarrassing. I'd never be able to show my face in the Soul-Calming Office again. Besides, Brother Lei, you may be at the perfected True Astral Realm, but don't be too confident. Cultivation doesn't determine how strong you are in a fight. Who wins is still up in the air, and my lightness skill has improved enormously lately." Chen Lan grinned.

"You'll soon understand why I said that," Lei Tong replied gravely.

"Begin!"

At Qiu Changming's distant shout, Chen Lan struck first. Using his lightness skill, he traced an arcing path and closed on Lei Tong at tremendous speed. Rather than the