Chapter 158: 157. Sound Wave Vein Skill? "How about I go?"
Yang Lele stepped out from behind the crowd.
Despite stepping forward, Yang Lele was not taller than the others present, perhaps even shorter.
When an unassuming person appeared to challenge Wanyan Ali, the spectators all turned their attention. But when they saw Yang Lele wearing the Immortal Clear Wind Robe, discussions erupted.
"Isn’t that the person from the stands, from the Immortal Sect?"
"Yes, the clothes look quite similar."
"The Sect Leader is sitting in the Two-star seats, and the disciple is coming out to seek trouble. This Immortal Sect is really peculiar!"
Meanwhile, on the stands, the chatter was increasing as well.
In fact, when it’s not their disciples participating in the arena battles, many have little interest. Because they are already at the Thirteenth Realm, or even Profound Realm.
Having walked the Body Refining Path for decades, they are already bored, and many people aren’t very interested in Body Refining Realm contests. Watching is just a way to measure the foundations and power of other sects, after all, the stronger the disciples, the deeper the sect’s foundation is proven.
But if there’s something worthy of attention, it’s different.
The Sect Leader of a Starless Sect sitting prominently in the front row is already a notable sight.
And the disciple of a Starless Sect challenging a Two-star power’s top genius is even more intriguing.
Of course, they’re not looking for an exciting fight.
They are looking for amusing mishaps.
At this moment, Wanyan Dadao stood up, loudly saying, "Ali, don’t underestimate the enemy, you must give it your all."
On the platform, Wanyan Ali nodded with comprehension—the meaning of giving it his all was to use all his strength to give the challenger a painful ending.
When Steward Long was about to strike the gong, Wen Ping also stood up, "Lele, just cripple him, don’t kill him."
Yang Lele also nodded along.
This scene fell into Luo Qianye’s eyes, leaving him speechless.
Luo Qianye said, "Sect Leader Wen, what are you doing, writing banners...learning from others."
"Asking the disciple to hold back, can arena matches result in fatality?" Wen Ping was momentarily stunned.
Hearing this, Luo Qianye was at a loss for words.
At the same time, the sound of the gong rang out.
Clang!
Wanyan Ali flexed his arms and immediately said, "Kid, how do you want to be beaten?"
"Why so much nonsense."
With that, Yang Lele clenched his fists and walked forward, step by step, straight towards Wanyan Ali.
Seeing this, Wanyan Ali’s lips curled into a smile, gripping the Copper Hammer in his hand.
He took a step forward.
Charging straight at Yang Lele to smash him.
However, Yang Lele showed no intention of dodging.
Wanyan Ali’s lips curled upward, "You might not know how heavy this hammer is. Just now, I used only seventy percent of my strength to hit Luo Mi!"
"Hehe!"
Yang Lele chuckled lightly.
Raised a hand!
Swung a fist!
The movements flowed seamlessly.
Wen Ping, sitting in the stands, exhaled, "Insists on testing strength!"
Luo Qianye didn’t understand why Wen Ping suddenly said that, but when he turned from Wen Ping, he saw an astonishing scene.
The Copper Hammer was spinning in the air.
Of course, not forward, but falling behind Wanyan Ali.
At this moment, Wanyan Ali was clenching his hand, retreating dozens of steps, his face grave.
"Bleeding!"
A One-Star Sect Leader on the stands immediately shouted.
Everyone immediately focused on Wanyan Ali’s hand. Sure enough, blood was dripping from where he was clutching.
Drip drip!
Blood trailed along as Wanyan Ali stepped back.
Bang!
The Copper Hammer hit the ground.