Han Ping: I Only Repeated What He Did

Silence reigned; the area around the arena was eerily quiet.

The vast majority of onlookers stared in disbelief at Han Ping on the ring.

"Senior Brother Han is amazing!"

"Well done, Senior Brother Han!"

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

The others below the arena then came to their senses and began to discuss loudly.

"Can anyone tell me, which faction does this Han Paopao belong to? Why is he so powerful?"

"Could he be a disciple of one of the six major Half-Saint factions?"

"It's not that bad. The disciples of the six major Half-Saint forces wouldn't even look at such a trivial matter."

On the stage, Han Ping calmly looked at Chen Ming lying on the ground and said, "Stop pretending to be dead. I only used a fraction of my strength in that palm strike; it wasn't enough to cripple you."

puff...

Upon hearing this, Chen Ming had been feigning unconsciousness, coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He had originally intended to use this method to deceive them, but he never expected that the other party would expose him so directly, which made him furious.

Seeing this, Han Ping shrugged and said with a smile, "Look at you, why are you holding it in? I have no intention of taking your life."

"You!!!"

Chen Ming felt as if a knife was stabbing him in the heart. Although there was no blood, the pain was worse than being killed.

"What do you want to say? I'm not the kind of person who doesn't want people to speak. Please continue."

Han Ping's smile grew increasingly excited, as if he had rediscovered the feeling of being Rogue Cultivator.

There are just too many geniuses on Miaomiao Mountain, and it seems that one's true nature is suppressed. It's good to occasionally go out and broaden one's horizons.

"I lost."

Chen Ming ultimately chose to admit defeat; this battle was too humiliating.

"Happy!"

Han Ping gave him a thumbs up. "Since you admitted defeat so readily, I imagine fulfilling the bet will be just as easy for you, right?"

The surrounding chatter quieted down again after the words were spoken. After all, the bet between the two had only been made a short time ago, and everyone still remembered what the two had said.

Using his sword for support, Chen Ming slowly stood up. His previous arrogance was gone, replaced by a humble expression as he asked, "Fellow Daoist, could you possibly make an exception?"

"I still prefer your defiant attitude from just now."

Han Ping paused for a moment, then changed the subject. "No way, no way, you, a esteemed disciple of the Gale Sword School, wouldn't be such a sore loser, would you?"

The audience couldn't help but burst out laughing when they heard this.

"Hahaha..."

"This Fellow Daoist Han is truly witty."

"..."

Even Chu Feng gave Han Ping a thumbs up. "Paopao, you've finally shown some of my composure."

"Fellow Daoist, do you really have to go this far?"

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 undergarments, and leave everything else behind. That way, everyone can save face, right?"

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

"Okay, okay, okay..."

As Chen Ming spoke, he waved his hand and disappeared like a gust of wind, leaving only his clothes, storage bag, and sword on the arena.

Seeing this Han Paopao muttered to himself, "As expected of a top disciple of the Gale Sword School, his running speed is like a gust of wind."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold snort came from the crowd, "Hmph! Fellow Daoist, since you have won, why do you still have to humiliate my Gale Sword School?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present turned their gaze toward the direction from which the voice came. There, they saw an old man with silver hair, a resolute face, a burly build, and an aura of sharpness leading the disciples of the Gale Sword Sect toward the number nine arena.

Unfortunately, Chen Ming was not among the crowd, which disappointed Han Paopao.

He laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist, how did I humiliate your Gale Sword Sect? I merely recounted what Chen Ming did. Is telling the truth really considered humiliation?"

The old man, puffing out his beard and glaring, said, "What a sharp-tongued brat! If it weren't for the fact that it's not appropriate for me to make a move today, I would definitely let you witness the Gale Sword Art of my Gale Sword Sect!"

Han Paopao shrugged. "I know you really want to beat me up, but don't rush, I can give you that chance. After all, there's no age limit for this Sexagenary Battle, and in our fight, I wouldn't be bullying the weak; at most, I'd be bullying the old and infirm."

hiss...

Everyone present gasped in shock upon hearing this. No one had expected that this guy named Han Paopao would dare to speak to a powerful figure from the Gale Sword Sect like that.

"Boy, are you provoking me?"

The elder from the Gale Sword Sect asked sternly.

"No, no, no."

Han Paopao laughed and said, "I'm just giving you a legitimate chance to fight me. After all, it's the rule that if you beat the younger one, the older one will come after you."

"We've finished our fight today. I'm sure your Gale Sword Sect is convinced and won't bother me anymore. I hate trouble the most, so naturally I want to resolve all the trouble as soon as possible."

The old man squinted as he carefully examined the young man before him. Having lived for over a thousand years, he naturally wouldn't underestimate any opponent.

To his surprise, he couldn't see through the young man's cultivation level.

Before the old man could speak, his disciples behind him began to speak one after another.

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

"Young man, Elder Zhang simply doesn't want to bother with a junior like you. It's not too late to kneel down and admit your mistake."

"..."

Hearing these words, Han Paopao was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, look at the current situation. If we don't settle our grudges with a fight, we'll both lose face."

As you wish!

Elder Zhang spoke, he took a step forward, and in an instant, he became a blur and flew towards the arena.

Seeing Elder Zhang step onto the stage, Han Paopao smiled and asked, "What are we betting on?"

Elder Zhang said, "If you lose, kneel down and apologize to me and the Gale Sword School."

"Can."

Han Paopao said, "If you lose, you'll end up like that disciple from your sect. But I'm not interested in your clothes. How about you leave all your treasures behind?"

"Snort!"

Elder Zhang snorted coldly, "How could I be defeated by a brat like you? I will do as you say."

As soon as he finished speaking, he exuded the pressure of the Peak Spirit Nurturing Realm, instantly enveloping the entire arena.

Seeing this, Han Paopao no longer held back and unleashed his full power.

Soon, the two auras clashed on the arena.

Below the arena, all the cultivators except Chu Feng and his group gasped in shock once again upon seeing the oppressive aura emanating from Han Paopao...