After discussing with Lin Feng in detail about tomorrow's competition, Watty left here.🐝👤 🎉🐟
Judging from their hurried appearance, they were clearly preparing for tomorrow's competition.
This competition was extremely important to her; it not only determined whether she could win the positions of city lord and clan leader, but also her marriage. She couldn't afford to take it lightly.
That day, when Lin Feng told Beibei, Nisi, and Taros that Dylan and the others were on their way, Taros immediately became excited.
Compared to Lin Feng and his group of four, Taros felt even more guilty about Dylan and his companions being captured. After all, he was with Dylan Dylan and his group when they were arrested; he escaped, but Dylan and his group were captured.
Although it was because the other party was too strong, and he couldn't blame himself, the guilt he felt was very real.
For many years, he had been worried about the safety of Dylan and the others. Although he didn't say it, he was extremely worried. After all, Dylan and the others had been captured and made slaves, and the lives of slaves were not even worth as much as grass. As long as the master was unhappy, he could kill the slaves with a single thought.
The next morning, just as the Blood Sun rose above the horizon, there was a knock on the gate of the courtyard where Lin Feng and the others lived.
Beibei opened the door, only to find a strange, bald, Highgod standing outside.
"Who are you looking for?" Beibei asked loudly.
"Does Lord Lin Feng reside here?" the bald Highgod asked, bowing slightly.
"Oh, I'm here." Beibei turned around and called out, "Boss, I'm here to see you."
Lin Feng then came out with Dilia. Upon seeing the Morgan Family insignia on the cuff of the bald Highgod, he immediately understood the other party's purpose.
"Did Woti send you?" Lin Feng asked with a smile.
"Lord Lin Feng, I am here on the orders of the young Lin Feng to invite you to the Martial Arena in the center of the city." The bald-headed Highgod immediately greeted the person in charge.
"Let's go then!"
Led by the bald-headed Highgod, Lin Feng and his group of five headed towards the Martial Arena in the center of the city.
Almost every city has Martial Arena. Fighting is not allowed inside the city, but the Martial Arena is an exception.
The purpose of the Martial Arena is to resolve feuds among the residents of the city. Generally, if two people have a grudge, they can apply to settle it in the Martial Arena with their consent.
In the Martial Arena, life and death are irrelevant; each fighter relies on their own skill. There are no referees, and no one concedes defeat. All rules are agreed upon by the two combatants themselves.
The courtyard where Lin Feng and his group lived was not too far from the Martial Arena. It only took about twenty minutes to cross three main streets to get there.
Compared to its usual quietness, the Martial Arena arena in the center was now completely surrounded by crowds, three layers deep, making it impossible to squeeze in.
Of course, as a distinguished guest of the Morgan Family, Lin Feng didn't need to squeeze in himself.
Led by the bald-headed Highgod, they arrived at a special passage and easily entered the Martial Arena with Beibei and the others.
Upon entering, Lin Feng discovered that both sides had already arrived and were locked in a tense standoff.
Two women sat on one side: one was young and beautiful, which was Woti; the other was a middle-aged beauty with a plump figure, who was probably Woti's mother.
Opposite Woti and the others sat three men. In reality, they were two old men and a handsome young man.
These two old men must be Woti's second and third uncles. As for this handsome young man, it goes without saying that he must be Woti's cousin Xuelima Wuyu.
However, Lin Feng's gaze did not linger on these people. What caught his attention was a middle-aged man sitting in the center between the two sides.
This middle-aged man was nearly 2.5 meters tall, with explosive muscles and short hair that stood up like steel needles. He wore only a short shirt, revealing his bulging muscles and exuding a wild, beast-like aura.
Of course, what piqued Lin Feng's interest was not his "strong" muscles, but his strength. Lin Feng could tell at a glance that this beast-like middle-aged man was a powerful Asura.
" Asura expert? How could Asura expert be here? Could he also be interested in this competition?" Lin Feng wondered, but he quickly figured it out. Judging from the middle-aged man's seat, he was probably the referee for this competition, and the identity of the person qualified to be the referee was obvious.
" The Prefect Silverblue Prefecture." Lin Feng instantly deduced the middle-aged man's identity. But he remained calm, gave a few instructions to Beibei and the others, and then walked directly towards Woti.
" Lin Feng." Woti immediately greeted Lin Feng as he approached, and the middle-aged man beside her also stood up, smiling slightly at Lin Feng, "You must be the Lin Feng Woti mentioned?"
"Indeed, it is I. You must be Woti's mother?" Lin Feng replied with a smile.
"My name is Weisi. I'll have to trouble Mr. Lin Feng with this matter." The middle-aged woman smiled, a beautiful smile, but there was always a faint trace of worry on her face.
"It's not much trouble, just friends helping each other out," Lin Feng said casually.
For Lin Feng, helping Woti win a match was really not a problem. Let alone just winning a match, even killing that Xuelima and the two old guys beside her would be a matter of seconds.
Led by Woti, Lin Feng sat down next to Woti. But just as he sat down, a discordant voice rang out.
" Woti, this greenhorn is the outside help you invited? Do you think you can win this match today with him?" Xuelima stood up, looking at Lin Feng with contempt and disdain.
At this moment, Lin Feng slightly concealed his aura, only displaying the strength of Seven-Star Fiend. With Xuelima's strength and insight, she naturally couldn't discern Lin Feng's true strength.
Lin Feng remained calm, completely ignoring the provocative gaze directed at him by Xuelima. He turned to Woti and said, " Woti, I finally understand why you're so determined to fight for the positions of city lord and clan leader. If you hand over the position of clan leader to that barking mad dog over there, the decline of your Morgan Family is only a matter of time."
Lin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present was a god-level expert with exceptional hearing, and they all heard Lin Feng's words clearly.
" Seven-Star Fiend, Mad Dog?"
The scene fell silent abruptly. The spectators, packed in circles, stared wide-eyed at Lin Feng, their faces filled with shock. They knew that Xuelima, as the young master of the Morgan Family, possessed the strength of Seven-Star Fiend, but Lin Feng, this guy who seemed to have popped out of nowhere, dared to insult a Seven-Star Fiend as a mad dog? Putting aside Lin Feng 'Lin Feng strength, his courage and audacity alone were enough to astound them.
To publicly insult the Morgan Family's young master as a mad dog in front of so many people puts oneself in opposition to the Morgan Family, or at least completely opposed to Xuelima's faction.