"Not good, get out of the way!"
The moment they saw Qin Feng scattering the powder, everyone knew without asking that it was Boars Gone Wild. They scrambled backward, afraid that one careless step would ruin their good names forever.
"Qin Feng!!"
After turning demonic, Fang Chang reached the riverbank and fixed Qin Feng with a savage glare.
He didn't know much about the shameless things Qin Feng had done by the river. All he knew was that he had turned demonic and entered the Death Elimination Tournament so he could tear Qin Feng limb from limb.
Without the slightest hesitation, demonic Fang Chang charged straight at him.
"Holy crap, he's got guts!!"
Everyone present admired him, inwardly cheering, "Bro, 666!"
Why had that guy followed him here!?
Qin Feng had no intention of dueling Fang Chang just yet. He darted through the woods with ghostly footwork, planning to save his strength and go on a harvesting spree tomorrow. For now, he'd focus on drawing everyone's hatred.
"Qin Feng, if you've got guts, stop running!!"
Fang Chang's face twisted into a frightening grimace as he stayed hot on Qin Feng's heels.
"Stop running? Standing still without moving is for turtles!"
Qin Feng pursed his lips in disdain. His body was as light as drifting snow. He tapped a branch with his toes and shot more than a thousand meters ahead. Clad in white, he looked like an immortal gliding through the sky.
"What incredible footwork!"
The spectators outside the arena cried out in amazement. It seemed the Archaic Era's Number One Heavenly Pride really did have some tricks up his sleeve.
Though Qin Feng's age and cultivation put him at the bottom of the Death Elimination Tournament, his talent was beyond question. Especially when he was in his complete form—when