The two sides argued, and seeing that someone was about to fight, an elder from the sect who enjoyed gossip immediately came out to preside over the situation.

By the way, this behavior was voluntary. The sect would not interfere. Generally, whoever liked to join the fun would do so. Presiding over the match offered no benefits and was purely for amusement.

This elder was only at the upper stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The elders at the Mahayana stage were all seasoned veterans who were too lazy to concern themselves with the trivial matters of the younger disciples.

"Are you sure you want to have a match? Once confirmed, the wager will take effect, and no one can violate it. Have you thought it through?"

"Let's gamble, who's afraid of whom."

Young Master Lei stuck his neck out, full of indignation.

"We'll gamble too. Today, we'll teach you a good lesson."

"Alright, I'm clear about the stakes of the match now. If the Nascent Soul disciples lose, all their cultivation time will be given to the Spirit Formation disciples. Are both sides ready? Then we can begin..."

"Wait a moment."

The leading disciple from the Nascent Soul realm spoke up.

"This is unfair."

"How is it unfair? You are in the Nascent Soul realm, and we are in the Spirit Formation realm. You are bullying us with your superior strength, and you have the nerve to call it unfair."

Young Master Lei immediately retorted.

"It's not that. If we lose, we lose our cultivation time, but what do you lose if you lose?"

"We... we have nothing left to lose!"

Young Master Lei continued shamelessly.

"That won't do. If you lose, you must give us that hour and a half as well."

"You have no shame! There are only nine hours in total, and you want to take eight and a half hours?"

Young Master Lei was indignant.

"Why do you call us shameless? If you agree to gamble, you must accept the consequences. Do you dare to bet or not?"

"I..."

Young Master Lei continued to put on an act.

"But we only have this much time left."

"Heh, if you lose, you only lose an hour and a half. We lose a full seven hours."

"You also snatched three hours from us."

"Stop talking nonsense. When the wager was made two years ago, it was already ours. So, are you betting or not?"

"I... I'll think about it..."

Wan Lei made a show of being very conflicted, then looked up at Qian Duoduo, as if such a significant matter could not be decided by him alone.

"Alright, I agree. Brother, we're not just fighting for honor, we're fighting for what's right. That hour and a half is not enough, it's like having nothing. We who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Let's fight."

Qian Duoduo played his supporting role very well, making Young Master Lei want to give him a little red flower.

Thus, everything proceeded smoothly. The opposing side selected three cultivators at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm to fight. These were their strongest disciples. Those who had reached the upper stage of the Nascent Soul realm generally felt too ashamed to remain among the disciples.

On the side of the Spirit Formation disciples, Wan Lei and Qian Duoduo were the combatants, along with three disciples at the upper stage of the Spirit Formation realm. They did not go to the arena but set up their battleground beneath the Yin-Yang Life and Death Disk, preparing for a great battle.

Among the Spirit Formation disciples, the only one who could truly draw the attention of the opponents was Qian Duoduo. Although Qian Duoduo was only at the middle stage of the Spirit Formation realm, the lowest in cultivation among those present, he was, after all, a disciple from the Central Region and a direct disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect, with immeasurable combat power.

As for Wan Lei...

Heh heh.

He was just a reckless young man at the upper stage of the Spirit Formation realm. They were all direct disciples, and they were a whole major realm higher than him. Defeating him would be as easy as flipping their hands.

As long as you don't send over a thousand people to fight us, we won't flinch. You can pick anyone you want, and we can easily defeat you.

"Good, the wager between both sides has been confirmed. I will not repeat it. It is effective immediately. Please pay attention to the rules of the match: First, no harming innocent bystanders. Second, no damaging too many or valuable sect items. Third, no taking lives. Now, I declare that the match can begin."

The three Nascent Soul disciples stood side by side, arms crossed, looking at Wan Lei and the others with cold smiles.

"Come on, junior brothers, let your senior brothers see how good you are. Don't cry later, or no one will comfort you."

"Hahahahaha..."

The enemies fully embraced the villainous style of provoking and courting death, perfectly setting the stage for Young Master Lei's satisfying face-slapping moment.

"Hmph, watch me make you call me senior brother later!"

"Oh really? Just you? If you have the ability, come alone. If you can defeat us, what's wrong with us calling you senior brother."

They had figured out that this kid was purely a hothead. If not now, when would they use the strategy of provoking him? It would be even better if they could trick this kid into coming out alone and deal with him first.

"I'll go alone, I'll go alone. Who's afraid of whom!"

Young Master Lei, the hothead, truly stepped out alone. This delighted the three Nascent Soul disciples. However, what perplexed them was why Qian Duoduo and the other four turned and walked away? Were they not fighting anymore? Or was this hothead really going to fight them alone?

At this point, Wan Lei couldn't be bothered to pretend anymore. He directly summoned a formation, enveloping the opponents within it. This formation was a master-level formation, capable of suppressing and weakening the opponent's cultivation, suppressing their domain, and also possessing the effect of attacking enemies.

"Yo, this kid knows formations too. Brothers, show him what you've got!"

The leading disciple, who had been shouting the loudest, took out a sword and rushed towards Wan Lei first.

When Young Master Lei fought, he always used his full strength, like a lion preying on a rabbit. He immediately activated his thunder armor, spread his wings, and swung a hammer towards the opponent.

The young man didn't even bother to block. He directly stabbed at Wan Lei's chest with his sword. Such a move was usually reserved for life-or-death struggles, or when one had absolute confidence in oneself. He was confident that the "Qian Shaoshao" before him could not harm him. Of course, the reason he aimed for the chest and not the head or dantian was because this was a disciple competition, not a life-or-death battle. He naturally would not attack with lethal intent.

Boom!!!

With one strike...

Indeed,

With just one strike, the Nascent Soul disciple spat blood and flew backward, crashing into the formation's barrier. His meridians snapped, and he could no longer get up.

Wan Lei was also surprised. He had used his full strength in that hammer strike, incorporating the runes of his Thunder God's Hammer and his Path of Light. After all, the opponent was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm. Even if he was a bit weaker, he should have been able to withstand a few blows. To his surprise, this hammer strike was so powerful. It seemed he had improved significantly during this period. It must have been the blessing of the Path of Light.

"Hmm, as expected of Wan Lei. Without using any divine abilities, just with a normal attack, he managed to defeat a middle-stage Nascent Soul disciple in one move. Remarkable! Our Yin-Yang Sect is truly fortunate to have such a disciple."

The elder stroked his beard, constantly praising.

The three Nascent Soul disciples, however, were stunned.

"You... you are Wan Lei?!"

The Nascent Soul disciple lying on the ground looked at Wan Lei in astonishment, feeling a tightness in his chest. Angrily, he spat out another mouthful of old blood.