Chapter 270: Just This?

The black-clad Demon Cultivator who had been shouting the loudest just now walked quickly to the front of Yin Heiyu, cupped his fists, and requested to fight: "This subordinate, Yin Wu, is willing to go up on the Arena to spar with the Blood Demon Sect's Demon Son. I hope Your Highness will grant approval."

The Demon Son is the successor to the future Sect Master of the Wing Demon Sect, so privately, all the commanders address them as Your Highness. Jin Heiyu is the leader of the Black Feather Battalion; in terms of combat power, he is second only to Yin Jinyu. Furthermore, since it was he who captured Meng Su, he has priority in disposing of him.

Yin Heiyu nodded: "Granted. Do not beat him to death; we still have great use for this person."

Having received permission, Yin Wu flew onto the Arena. Meng Su was leaning against the ropes at the edge of the Arena, rolling his eyes. The smell of alcohol was heavy, and he was in a state between half-drunk and half-sober, appearing as if he couldn't even stand steadily.

Can cultivators get drunk? Of course they can. If there is immortal brew, it is possible to get drunk, but the wine given to Meng Su was ordinary aged liquor. Although delicious, it had no spiritual power, so this so-called drunkenness depended on Meng Su's mood. If he was in a good mood, he could let the alcohol control his nerves. If he didn't want to be drunk, it was basically no different from drinking water.

Meng Su's performance was too realistic. Everyone in the Wing Demon Sect looked at Meng Su's pathetic, mud-like drunken state and all believed that in order to obtain that hazy, drunken pleasure, Meng Su had not used his Demon Art to resist and had let himself get drunk. They believed Meng Su was truly drunk.

Yin Wu flew onto the Arena, his footsteps paused, the sky dimmed slightly, and he kicked toward Meng Su's head. His foot carried a hazy radiance and astonishing power; the light and dark in the air lost their balance. A foot around Meng Su became like the dark of night, with all the light gathering on Yin Wu's foot. This kick merged into the void, driving light to move, leaving no trace; it could only be observed with the eyes and could not be locked onto via Divine Sense. But now, the light around Meng Su had been deprived; Meng Su was as if in the middle of the night, and his vision was greatly affected.

The crowd under the Arena was attracted by this kick from Yin Wu and could not help but take a step forward.

"Yin Wu has already comprehended the Light and Dark Origin? This is incredible! Yin Heiyu has gained another great general under his command. In the year-end Demon Son ranking battle, the Gold Feather Battalion has a rival."

"When did Yin Wu learn the Bright Leg? This is the ninth-ranked secret manual of the Wing Demon Sect. So far, fewer than a hundred Wing Demon Sect cultivators have been able to master this leg technique. Oh, right, their Black Feather Battalion often carries out assassination and intelligence-gathering missions; driving light to move is a basic skill, and the Bright Leg is the foundation of driving light to move. No wonder."

"The Bright Leg strikes by driving light, leaving no trace. This drunkard is finished. I hope he isn't kicked to death; that would be too boring. We are still waiting to watch the show."

The crowd under the stage discussed it heatedly. They were all stunned by Yin Wu's strength.

"What a bright foot. With this thing, there would be no need for oil lamps at night," Meng Su sighed as he looked at the approaching ball of light.

He did not hear the expected loud noise, nor was there the sound of breaking bones, nor any screams.

A flash of white light appeared on the Arena, blinding the crowd for a moment. When they could see clearly, they let out gasps of astonishment.

They saw Yin Wu kneeling on the Arena in a humiliating posture, with one of Meng Su's hands pressed onto Yin Wu's head. Light and dark alternated on Yin Wu's body as he struggled hard, trying to break free from Meng Su's palm.

What was eerie was that no matter what kind of Demon Power Yin Wu used or what kind of Supernatural Ability he unleashed, these powers all turned into the most primitive spiritual energy when they passed through Meng Su's palm.

Reverse Demon Great Law.

Ye Baiyi revealed a strange smile. When an ordinary person smiles, the corners of their mouth usually lift involuntarily; he kept one corner of his mouth still while the other side lifted at a significant angle. It looked like he had a crooked mouth, appearing both evil and handsome.

Yin Shanshan, who was beside him, sensed Ye Baiyi's weirdness, reached out and slapped him on the head, scolding: "Acting cool and showing off again! Who are you trying to look handsome for this time? With this young lady here, you'd better give up early. If you get involved with another woman, this young lady will make you a eunuch."

Ye Baiyi shrank his neck and said aggrievedly: "I was looking at that drunkard. Didn't you notice he looks very handsome?"

"Oh, you! Little Yezi, now you even want men? You are truly shameless. This young lady doesn't want you anymore. Get lost!" Yin Shanshan said fiercely.

"Alright, getting lost now." Ye Baiyi prepared to escape Yin Shanshan's demonic clutches, but suddenly his forward steps stopped; his ear had been pinched by Yin Shanshan again. "You're really leaving? Have you long since not wanted to be with me? Do you believe I'll castrate you right now?"

"I believe, I believe, let go quickly. Here we go again, I have my pride too." Ye Baiyi broke free from Yin Shanshan's hand and stood obediently to the side, hands on his hips, feeling a pain in his waist.

The scene suddenly went quiet, and everyone looked at the eerie scene on the Arena in shock. They hadn't seen how Meng Su made his move at all; suddenly, Yin Wu was restrained.

Meng Su turned his head to look around and said disdainfully: "Just this? You have the nerve to call this elite? I can pin him down with one hand. Next time, send something useful over. Someone like this piece of trash will dirty this old man's hands." After finishing, Meng Su kicked Yin Wu flying: "Off you go."

After a moment of dead silence, there was an uproar.

"Yin Wu didn't even last a single round? And he is at the middle stage of the Demon God realm and has comprehended the Light and Dark Origin! What is this drunkard's background? What kind of Supernatural Ability did he use? It doesn't seem like the Blood Demon Sect's techniques."

"It makes me so angry! Too arrogant! Are you bullying my Wing Demon Sect by saying we have no one? Whoever goes up and knocks this drunkard down, I'll give ten Gathering Spirit Pills."

"I'll give one hundred."

"Since you two are shouting the loudest, why don't you go up?"

The scene fell into silence again.

"Who else...? Come over here..." Meng Su used the ultimate technique of combining the Lion Roar with the One Yang Finger on the stage, provoking the crowd, looking very smug.

The members of the Gold Feather Battalion couldn't watch anymore and requested to fight Yin Jinyu one after another. Yin Jinyu remained silent; he had to re-evaluate Meng Su's cultivation level. He had now placed Meng Su in the same camp as himself. Although these subordinates had slightly higher cultivation than those under Jin Heiyu, it was limited. Since Yin Wu hadn't lasted a single round, his own subordinates would basically be serving themselves up on a platter if they went up.

Just as Yin Jinyu was about to step out, Yin Rou, who was behind him, walked up to him and whispered: "Big Brother, this person is strange. I suspect he is not the Blood Demon Sect's Demon Son. Did you hear just now? He referred to himself as 'this old man'. The Blood Demon Sect's Ji Shendao is twenty-four or twenty-five; he would absolutely not call himself 'this old man'. This person was swapped before entering the Wing Demon Sect, or it is an enemy conspiracy. Let this little sister go and test the waters first."

Yin Jinyu thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Yin Rou, like a canary, fluttered onto the Arena and looked at Meng Su.

Meng Su's eyes suddenly lit up, and he revealed a lecherous expression, praising: "Little lady, you are truly beautiful. Your chest is so big, your legs are so long, your waist is so thin. Hmm, I can't see your face, but are you willing to dual cultivate with this old man?"

"As expected, there's a trick." Yin Jinyu's heart sank, and he sent a sound transmission to Yin Rou: "This person is absolutely not the Blood Demon Sect's Demon Son. Third Sister, be careful."

Yin Rou nodded and slowly drew a broadsword from her waist.

"For this round, this young lady will compete with you in weapons. Please offer your guidance," Yin Rou said slowly.

The width of that broadsword reached the width of a normal person's palm, and it was one meter long, half black and half white. As the broadsword was drawn, the surrounding light began to flicker, like a lightbulb with a loose connection. At a glance, it was a divine weapon, a Dao Artifact level item.

"Sigh, where is my weapon? At least give me a weapon! Aren't we competing with weapons? How come only you have one?" Meng Su shouted: "That's unfair."

"Your skills are remarkable, you shouldn't need a weapon. Make your move," Yin Rou said softly.