C45 (1/2)

The Beast Battling Arena was indeed rich. There were large numbers of Night Pearls hanging on both sides of the tunnel, emitting a gentle light. With a glance, one could see that there were at least a hundred of them.

A few minutes later, Ling Yan walked out of the left passageway, in front of a rectangular spectator stand, at this moment there were already more than a dozen martial artists standing in front of the stands, quietly waiting for the start of the match. The martial artists with similar strength were all competitors, and because the number of berserk beasts in the colosseum was uncertain, there could only be one berserk beast of some rank, so the atmosphere in the stands wasn't particularly friendly.

Every martial artist emitted a faintly discernible aura. When a dozen or so auras combined together, it affected the blood flow of some martial artists with weaker cultivations.

As soon as Ling Yan stepped in, his entire body subconsciously circulated the power of his Qi to resist.

When the crowd of martial artists saw that someone had entered, they all turned their heads to take a look.

Small success in the first stage of the Common Birth Stage?

He looked to be in his twenties and was still in the first level of the Mortal Realm. How bad was his training talent?

The underground beast fighting arena had hosted so many sessions. Although there were first-level vicious beasts at the beginning, they were basically those who had gone through the motions and had reached the age of 16. Even if a person with Grade 1 martial arts talent didn't slack off, they would at least be at the second level of the Mortal Stage.

Not only was this kid's talent extremely poor, he was also extremely lazy in training.

No, that's not right. When these martial artists suddenly discovered that the power circulating within Ling Yan's body wasn't true essence, but rather his blood vitality, all of their eyes popped out of their sockets.

Body refining? Damn, there are still body refining idiots these days?!

This kid's head should have been pinched in the door. His talent was originally poor, yet he still chose to obediently refine his Qi and chose an even more difficult body. He was sick, and not light either.

”Ha ha-ha, body refining little rookie, invincible at the first level of the Mortal Realm, ha-ha ha!” A young man around the age of twenty couldn't help but mock Ling Yan.

Finally, someone who was even weaker than him came. He looked to be about the same age as him, he had achieved great success in the Second Stage of the Fetal Stage, and that kid was only at the early First Stage of the Fetal Stage.

Suddenly, everyone began to wantonly laugh. This time, because of Ling Yan's arrival, the atmosphere in the rectangular spectator stands couldn't help but soften quite a bit.

Ling Yan's face was expressionless as he walked to the side of the stands by himself, ignoring these arrogant fellows.