Master Lei?
Everyone, upon hearing Bai Que's words, immediately turned their gaze toward the south.
On the southern lakeshore near the arena stood a towering figure. It wasn't anyone else—it was Lei Ming, who had crossed the river on a single log last time.
"This is the so-called 'Master Lei' you're talking about? Doesn't seem like much to me! What's he doing standing dumbly on the opposite shore? Is he going to fly over here or what?" One-eyed was the first to sneer.
The others joined in, laughing disdainfully.
Yet Bai Que remained unwavering in his stance, facing south with a slightly bowed posture, entirely unperturbed by the mocking words of the others.
Boom!
Suddenly, a thunderous crash echoed.
All eyes turned to see Lei Ming on the opposite shore. With a single whip-like kick, he struck a mulberry tree beside him, instantly snapping it in half at the base.
