Han Paopao, I'm at Arena Nine. Where Are You?

"Junior Brother Feipeng, I never expected you to have a friend like this."

The middle-aged man stared intently at Chen Qianqian and the others, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with possessiveness.

Li Feipeng was able to thrive in the Gale Sword Sect because he was first-rate at reading people.

He soon noticed that his third senior brother Chen Ming, was watching Han Paopao's fellow disciples.

"Third Brother, what are you saying? Aren't my friends your friends too?"

Li Feipeng then turned his gaze to Han Paopao and said arrogantly, "Han Paopao, why don't you bring your fellow disciples to greet my third senior brother?"

He is an elite disciple of the younger generation of my Gale Sword Sect, second only to my senior brother, and is now a cultivator at the True Fate Ninth Layer.

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng and the others all wore mocking expressions.

Chen Ming, on the other hand, stood with his arms crossed in front of him, looking quite smug. Although their Gale Sword Sect was no match for the six major Half-Saint forces...

However, within the power of King and Marquis, they were still a top-tier force.

If I just go to the ring and show off my skills later, those little girls will be eager to call me "good brother."

"Pfft."

A pleasant laugh suddenly came from the crowd, interrupting Li Feipeng's boasting.

Li Feipeng and Chen Ming's expressions changed slightly, and they both turned their gazes toward the direction from which the laughter came.

When the two of them saw a cute girl with a carp tail laughing at them, a cold glint flashed in their eyes.

Li Feipeng spoke first, "Han Paopao, it seems the sect you've joined is rather unusual, it even has Demon Race among its members."

Han Ping said calmly, "What's it to you?"

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Li Feipeng was shocked that Han Paopao dared to speak to him like that even though he knew he had joined the King and Marquis Sect. His face grew increasingly ugly, especially with his third senior brother standing behind him.

"Han Paopao, things haven't been peaceful in Loulan City lately, you'd better be careful."

Han Ping shrugged. "It is indeed a bit unsettled, it's just a pity that no Bandit Cultivator came to rob us, otherwise I would like to relive my old life."

"You!!!"

Li Feipeng hadn't expected that Han Paopao's verbal skills were even better than before.

Just then, Chen Ming, who was standing behind him, spoke up, "Feipeng, it seems your friends aren't willing to give me Chen Ming, any face."

Han Ping Han Ping sneered, "What kind of class do you think you are, to deserve my respect?"

Chen Ming was completely enraged by these words. He took a step forward and shouted, "Such arrogance! Do you dare to come up to the ring and fight me?"

Han Ping said nonchalantly, "This is the first time I've heard of such a request. Fine, I'll grant your wish."

"Alright, I'll be waiting for you in the ring."

After Chen Ming finished speaking, he gave Li Feipeng a wink, and the two of them left angrily.

After watching the two figures disappear, Han Ping cupped his hands and said to Chu Feng, "Master, I apologize for making you laugh."

Chu Feng waved his hand and said, "It's alright, we don't have anything else to do anyway, let's just treat it as entertainment."

Han Ping: "..."

Chu Feng and his group entered the martial arts arena.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen arenas of various sizes in the martial arts arena.

Each arena was surrounded by people, and shouts from the cultivators below could be heard from time to time.

As one match ended, another person quickly took to the stage.

Below the ring, someone was still shouting loudly, "Place your bets now!"

"Master, can we place bets too?"

Chen Qianqian asked excitedly.

Chu Feng: "Of course, we're all here to have fun, but remember to enjoy yourself."

After circling the various arenas several times and watching a few matches, a loud shout came from not far away, "Han Paopao, I'm already at arena number nine, where are you?"

Chu Feng and the others paused for a moment upon hearing this, then walked together toward Arena Number Nine.

Before they even got close, they could hear the cultivators around the arena discussing something.

"Who is Han Paopao? How dare he provoke those madmen from the Gale Sword Sect?"

"Whoever he is, Chen Ming made the right choice in buying from Cloth-Robed Sword."

"..."

Chu Feng and his group arrived at the foot of Arena Number Nine. Chen Qianqian and the others happily placed their bets, while Han Ping slowly walked towards the arena.

The onlookers saw Han Ping continuing to whisper among himself.

Have you guys seen this kid before?

"No, but someone nicknamed 'Han Paopao' probably isn't a tough character."

"..."

Seeing Han Ping step onto the stage, Chen Ming sneered, "I didn't expect you to have some guts."

Han Ping said calmly, "You shouldn't have provoked me. Isn't it better to be alive?"

"You!!!"

Chen Ming's sneer instantly froze; he hadn't expected to be humiliated by this kid time and time again today.

"Kid, stop with the empty talk. Now that you're on stage, are you willing to bet something with me?"

"No problem, so I don't waste my time."

Han Ping paused for a moment and continued, "So, what do you want to bet?"

Chen Ming laughed and said, "I'll take the loss and bet my entire fortune on this contest. The loser leaves here naked."

"OK."

Han Ping agreed without hesitation, "I'll reluctantly accept your pile of junk."

hiss...

The crowd below the arena gasped involuntarily upon hearing the bet between the two.

They never expected these two to go so far, leaving completely naked in front of so many people. How could they possibly maintain their standing in the Profound Continent after this?

"Snort!"

Chen Ming snorted coldly, slowly drew his three-foot-long sword from his waist, pointed it at Han Ping, and said in a deep voice, "Make your move, lest my Gale Sword be too fast and you won't even have a chance to strike."

Han Ping stood still and said calmly, "I'll stand right here. If your sword can even touch the hem of my robe, you win."

"Arrogant!"

Chen Ming had hoped to get back at the opponent before the fight, but he never expected to be humiliated again.

"Gale Sword Art!!!"

With a loud shout, Chen Ming swung his sword out.

Clang!!!

Dao Sword appeared first, followed by a Sword Qi as swift as a whirlwind.

Han Ping stood motionless with his hands behind his back.

Most of the onlookers present shook their heads instinctively upon seeing this scene; this kid was still putting on an act even when he was about to die.

A cold smile appeared on Chen Ming's face as he thought to himself: Kid, I want more than just your wealth; I want your life too.

But he soon realized something was wrong; his all-out Sword Qi was frozen in mid-air, completely motionless.

He stared at Han Paopao in astonishment and asked, "Kid, what kind of sorcery did you use?"

Han Paopao laughed and said, "I didn't use any sorcery. It's just that your Sword Qi is too weak; it couldn't even break through my protective shield. Are you done playing your tricks? If you are, it's time for me to make my move."

After saying that, he casually slapped his hand, and with a thud, Chen Ming was instantly sent flying, tracing an arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the arena, his entire body lying like a lump of mud...