Slap! Slap!
As two crisp slaps echoed, a gentle force spread outwards from the center of the oversized arena.
The ordinary ghost officers, recovering from their soul-trembling state, were still a bit bewildered. They looked around, not understanding what had just happened.
The higher-ranking ghost officers also immediately disengaged from their battle-ready state. The fighting spirit that had filled the air was instantly covered.
Yan Luo, after clapping, glanced sideways at Nan Ming beside her. She wondered what this fellow was so excited about. They were all younglings, how could they even show fighting spirit?
"It's Lord Yan Wang! Greetings, Lord Yan Wang!"
At this moment, the ordinary ghost officers, having snapped back to reality, looked at their Yan Wang with joy on their faces. Then, they noticed the powerful-looking individual beside him, and their excitement grew even more. "That must be the Yan Wang of the Southern Hall, right? We can witness this up close! We'll have bragging rights for eight lifetimes!"
"Greetings, Lord Yan Wang!"
"Greetings, Lord Yan Wang!"
At this moment, both the ordinary and higher-ranking ghost officers cupped their hands in greeting. Their voices, one after another, echoed through the underworld like a tide.
"..."
After the surroundings quieted down, Yan Luo began to speak. Her voice reached every ghost officer present.
"This exchange between the Southern Hall and the Eastern Hall will primarily focus on combat and skills. The person beside me is the Yan Wang of the Southern Hall. His strength... everyone should have witnessed it just now."
"To show the Southern Hall's friendliness, he is willing to be the first to defend the arena and help everyone familiarize themselves with it."
The strength of the Southern Hall's Yan Wang? The ordinary ghost officers, who had temporarily lost connection due to soul trembling, were momentarily confused. Had the person just now displayed any strength? Why hadn't they noticed? However, since he was a Yan Wang, his strength was undoubtedly exceptional!
'To think that the Yan Wang of the Southern Hall would be defending the arena?!' Hearing Yan Luo's next words, a group of ordinary ghost officers felt both excited and thrilled. They were eager. Some were purely excited, like spectators. Others wanted to directly face the strength of a Yan Wang, even if it meant getting beaten up. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If they missed this chance, they wouldn't even have the opportunity to spar with someone of Yan Wang's caliber, let alone meet them up close. Remembering this experience might even aid their future cultivation. Didn't they see the higher-ranking ghost officers were also present?
On the stage, Yan Luo continued, "... For the next period, if you have time, you can come to the Southern Hall's arena and spar with the ghost officers of the Southern Hall."
"The Southern Hall's cultivation style is very different from the Eastern Hall's. This exchange is also intended for both halls to learn from each other and improve their cultivation."
After briefly explaining the rules of the arena and the subsequent arrangements, Yan Luo felt it was enough. "Let's begin, let's make good use of our time." She lightly leaped out of the oversized arena, leaving the spot for Nan Ming. She conjured a reclining chair in mid-air and sat down leisurely, ready to watch the show. "This fellow said he wanted to organize an exchange between the two halls, right? Since he's here, he might as well contribute something to the Eastern Hall."
Although she didn't know what Nan Ming was up to, having the Yan Wang, the foremost combatant of the four halls, as an opponent was also an opportunity for the ghost officers of the Eastern Hall.
...
As Yan Luo exited, only Nan Ming remained on the oversized arena. On the other arenas, the ghost officers who were paired up to test the arena functions promptly dismounted. Now, except for the oversized arena, all other arenas were empty. All the ghost officers present, especially the battle-loving individuals from the Southern Hall, were watching Nan Ming, feeling an inexplicable excitement. Although he was their own Yan Wang, they rarely had such opportunities to spar with him even in the Southern Hall.
Soon, they thought of something and quickly suppressed their impulse. "No, no, they still have other tasks! This is a great opportunity to sell the arenas! After the Eastern Hall's ghost officers have experienced it, it will be their turn."
On the oversized arena—
Nan Ming flexed his wrists, suppressing the excitement in his heart. He scanned the ghost officers of the Eastern Hall, a smile playing on his lips. "I will suppress my realm to be the same as yours... Come on!" He wanted to see who among the Eastern Hall had acquired such terrifying power!
"..."
As Nan Ming's words fell, the entire venue fell silent for a moment. Before the ordinary ghost officers could eagerly rush onto the stage, they felt a strong gust of wind blow past overhead. Looking again, another figure had already appeared on the oversized arena, and it was a Black Wuchang captain!
"I am Liu Buwei, please guide me, sir!" Liu Buwei, dressed in a Black Wuchang uniform, cupped his hands. The fighting spirit within him trembled with excitement. During his previous journey through the three halls, the Southern Hall was the underworld that suited him the most, both in its daily conduct and its fighting style.
"Ghost King realm early stage, huh..." Nan Ming could tell his realm with just one glance. He then adjusted his own realm, suppressing it from the peak of the Nether Emperor realm to the early stage of the Ghost King realm. "Come on."
Liu Buwei knew that his opponent was far stronger than him; winning was secondary. Being able to exchange a few blows was enough. Since stepping onto the stage, he had been paying close attention to the opponent's every move. The moment he heard Nan Ming speak, Liu Buwei pushed off the ground. He unleashed his full strength and attacked. Dense ghost energy instantly erupted, coiling around his fist and extending to his shoulder. In an instant, the ordinary ghost officers closer to the arena felt a gust of wind. Their hair and clothes fluttered uncontrollably, rustling loudly. Frightened, they quickly retreated. With that punch, they estimated they would be gone!
And at the moment they retreated, the two on the stage had officially clashed. After retreating and steadying themselves, they looked up again and heard a bang. The Black Wuchang captain had fallen onto the arena. And the Yan Wang of the Southern Hall stood behind Liu Buwei, as if strolling leisurely. One of his hands was still in a palm strike pose.
"!? ! ?" The ordinary ghost officers were stunned. What just happened? They looked left and right, hoping to find answers from their companions.
"It's over?!" Even their companions, who had been staring intently at the stage, were equally bewildered.
"It seems so." They had just seen the Black Wuchang captain charge forward, and then, without knowing what the opponent did, in the blink of an eye, the scene had changed to the current one. It was... very mysterious. They hadn't seen how the fight ended at all. For a moment, the area below the stage was silent due to extreme shock.
...