CHAPTER 157: 156. THE INVINCIBLE WANYAN ALI

When the arena battle began, Luo Qianye had no intention of dealing with trivial matters like seating order. His eyes were fixed on the plaza below, watching one match after another.

When it was the turn for their sect’s match, Luo Qianye’s expression changed as soon as the disciples took the stage.

"Why are people from Extreme Realm Mountain here?"

After speaking, Luo Qianye’s gaze locked onto a Body Refining Thirteenth Layer cultivator, whose Extreme Realm Mountain uniform stood out prominently.

Clearly, Extreme Realm Mountain wasn’t on yesterday’s matchup schedule.

Are they trying to cut off his comeback at the Thirteenth Layer?

Rage immediately welled up in his heart. Luo Qianye glared at Extreme Realm Mountain’s Grand Elder Bai Peng, who was watching him with a sly and cold smile.

Conspiracy!

This is definitely a conspiracy!

Luo Qianye hurriedly waved to Feng You, who had led them into the plaza.

Feng You quickly walked over.

"Sect Leader, what’s the matter?"

Luo Qianye promptly asked, "In the group where our Chiba Sect disciples are, how strong are the three Thirteenth Layer fighters?"

Feng You replied, "Our sect’s Zhao Shang is quite skilled; he should be able to win one or two matches."

"That’s good! Now we can only hope that the Extreme Realm Mountain’s Thirteenth Layer isn’t too strong."

Luo Qianye waved his hand, signaling Feng You to step back.

Bam!

A copper gong sounded.

A hulking boy with a tiger-like build emerged from a team of several people at the other end of the plaza. His arms were thicker than an average person’s thighs. He scanned Luo Mi and others with tiger-like eyes, then shouted loudly, "Wanyan Ali from the Barbarian Division steps up to defend the arena. Does anyone dare to challenge?"

Luo Mi immediately responded, "I will!"

The gathered Chiba Sect disciples around the plaza immediately cheered.

"Young Sect Leader, mighty!"

"Young Sect Leader, victory is certain!"

Hearing the cheers, Wanyan Dadao laughed from the stands and then turned to look at Luo Qianye.

"Sect Leader Luo, a tiger father indeed has no weak cubs!"

These words entered Luo Qianye’s ears, and he naturally understood they weren’t meant literally. It was a mockery of his son’s reckless behavior.

Just as he was about to retort, the copper gong sounded again.

Clang!

"Begin!"

Dragon Steward’s shout dissipated.

In the next moment, Luo Mi quickly dashed toward Wanyan Ali, slowly drawing the longsword from its sheath as he ran. However, the sword was never fully drawn; it stopped halfway, poised for action.

Seeing Luo Mi’s movement, Wanyan Ali praised it, then stretched his massive arms, sneering slightly. As Luo Mi approached, the smile vanished, and his eyes filled with a fierce, wolf-like glare, charging at Luo Mi with his body.

Clearly, he intended to block the sword technique with his body!

Of course, Wanyan Ali didn’t forget to taunt, "Luo Mi, you’re too weak. Get off the stage."

Luo Mi snorted coldly, chuckling, "Using your body to withstand my Feihua Sword, you’re quite bold."

As he spoke, the sword technique began!

The longsword instantly withdrew from the sheath, slashing at Wanyan Ali with a trace of white sword aura.

Sword Drawing Skill!

However, seeing this, Wanyan Ali remained unhurried, pulling a small copper hammer from his sleeve, swinging it to intercept the slashing sword.

Bam!

The sword and the hammer collided.

Although the copper hammer was only the size of a fist, it unleashed tremendous power. The clash nearly broke Luo Mi’s Sword Drawing Skill and almost disarmed him.

While Luo Mi struggled to react, Wanyan Ali’s punch descended, forcing Luo Mi to block it with his arm reflexively.

One punch.

Luo Mi staggered back ten steps.

The spectators exclaimed in surprise.

To be honest, such a great disparity in power among those of the same realm was rare.

Wanyan Dadao, watching from the stands, stood up with a smile and spoke to Wen Ping, who was five or six seats away, "Sect Leader Wen, how do you judge the outcome of this battle?"

Wen Ping pointed to himself, "You’re talking to me?"

"Of course."

Wen Ping replied, "I don’t know. I think the ugly one, the fat guy who looks a bit like a pig, he should win."

Hearing Wen Ping’s answer, Wanyan Dadao laughed heartily.

"Sect Leader Wen really has sharp eyes, but of course, Wanyan Ali is bound to win..."

Wanyan Dadao’s laughter abruptly stopped.

Like a pig? The fat one?

"You!"

Wanyan Dadao immediately glared at Wen Ping in anger.

Woof woof!

The Mountain Dog immediately sprang up from the table, barking fiercely at Wanyan Dadao, as if ready to confront him.

At this moment, a dull sound echoed from the plaza.

The pain was evident in the sound, and Wen Ping immediately looked up to see Luo Mi being pushed back dozens of steps by Wanyan Ali’s double punches.

Dozens of steps, nearly reaching the edge of the arena, with no retreat possible.

Seeing this, Wanyan Dadao lost his earlier irritation and then said to Wen Ping, "Boy, don’t be too quick with your tongue; it’s useless."

"Doesn’t he look like a pig?"

Wen Ping immediately turned around and asked a woman behind him.

The woman smiled awkwardly, glanced at Wanyan Dadao, and quickly averted her gaze to somewhere else.

"Silence means consent." Wen Ping chuckled and turned back.

The woman quickly turned and explained to Wanyan Dadao, "No, Senior Wanyan, how could I mean that?"

Wen Ping said, "An explanation is just a cover-up."

...

On the arena.

Wanyan Ali grinned as he looked at Luo Mi and said, "In the face of absolute power, your showy sword techniques are useless. Admit defeat. If you persist, I will kill you."

"Admit defeat!"

Feng You hurriedly shouted from the side.

Luo Mi swallowed the blood in his mouth, gritting his teeth as he shouted, "Elder, I can still fight!"

Feng You rushed forward to grab Luo Mi, frowning tightly, advising, "Do not harm your foundation for the sake of an assessment; your path is long."

When Feng You pulled Luo Mi off the stage, Dragon Steward from the Hundred Sects Alliance stood at the edge of the plaza and shouted loudly.

"Barbarian Division, Wanyan Ali wins! Total wins: 1."

These words were like needles in Luo Qianye’s ears.

Not long after, Wanyan Ali shouted loudly again, "I, Wanyan Ali, still stand here. Who dares to come?"

As Wanyan Ali surveyed the surroundings, seeing no one stepping forward, he continued, "If no one challenges, it means I, Chen Gong, defend the arena, and you’ve all lost."

"I will!"

A young man from the Chiba Sect stepped out.

The surrounding spectators began to buzz with discussion.

"That’s Jing He from the Chiba Sect."

"Jing He? Isn’t his power slightly inferior to Luo Mi’s?"

"Isn’t this guy just going up to deliver his head?"

"With Wanyan Ali, the victory in the youth group should be certain."

...

Without listening to the noisy discussions, Wen Ping glanced at Luo Qianye, who had closed his eyes, then patted his shoulder and asked, "Sect Leader Luo, didn’t you sleep last night? Falling asleep at such an exciting match?"

Luo Qianye opened his eyes to look at Wen Ping, tongue-tied.

He hadn’t not slept; he simply couldn’t fall asleep.

One Wanyan Ali had already controlled the outcome of the youth group, and there were still members of the Flying Dragon Association. The youth group had no hope at all.

Also, what’s so exciting about this?

Clearly, it’s just his people being one-sidedly beaten.

At this moment, Dragon Steward’s voice resounded.

"Wanyan Ali wins again!"

Luo Qianye couldn’t help but open his eyes and saw someone coming up to carry the fallen Jing He off the stage.

The prodigy ranked third among 15-year-olds in the Chiba Sect was unable to last more than a hundred breaths under Wanyan Ali’s hand.

Watching, he heard Wanyan Dadao’s voice beside his ear.

"Sect Leader Luo, I’m sorry. My disciple’s hand was a bit heavy."

Luo Qianye remained silent, not even glancing at him.

At this moment, Wanyan Dadao continued to provoke, "Who’s next?"

No one responded.

A dozen young men stood below the arena, heads lowered.

They seemed to have accepted the result of their defeat.

Luo Qianye watched this scene, his desire to leave growing stronger!

Rather than being humiliated here, he thought he might as well go check on his son’s injuries.