Beast Arena Blood Battle, One Saber Slashes the Local Tyrant!

"What? You dare insult me?"

Zhang Hu froze for a second, then burst into wild laughter.

"Kid, you're fucking asking for it!"

He rolled his neck, joints cracking sharply, the Alloy War Blade in his hand glinting coldly in the sunlight.

The surrounding veterans started jeering.

"Zhang Hu, kill him!"

"This rookie doesn't know his place, time for a lesson!"

"I bet on Zhang Hu, a hundred bucks!"

Chen Lie stood on the high platform, expressionless as he raised his hand: "You all know the rules. Once you step onto the Arena Stage, life and death are on the line."

He paused, then said coldly: "Begin!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhang Hu exploded into action.

Like a tiger pouncing on prey, his Alloy War Blade slashed straight at Lin Feng's face. The blade tore through the air with a sharp whistle.

The watching rookies gasped.

"So fast!"

"Is this the strength of a veteran?"

Li Ming clenched his fists nervously, palms slick with sweat.

But Lin Feng reacted faster.

In his eyes, Zhang Hu's movements were as slow as a replay in slow motion.

Too many openings.

He slid his foot aside, dodging the blade, and in the same motion slashed back at Zhang Hu's armpit.

Clang!

Zhang Hu's face twisted in shock as he barely parried, but the force sent him stumbling back three steps.

His tiger's mouth went numb; he nearly lost his grip on the blade.

"How is that possible?" Zhang Hu roared in disbelief. "You're clearly at the same realm as me!"

Lin Feng didn't explain.

The system hadn't just elevated his realm—it had optimized his combat instincts.

Every strike landed precisely on a vital point, with no wasted movement.

This was a level that ordinary Martial Artists couldn't reach even after ten years of hard training.

Zhang Hu gritted his teeth and charged again.

This time, he didn't rely on brute force—he used technique.

His blade work turned tricky, targeting Lin Feng's blind spots.

But it was useless.

Lin Feng effortlessly neutralized every attack.

After a few exchanges, Zhang Hu was already panting.

Lin Feng, meanwhile, hadn't even broken his breathing rhythm.

The veterans below exchanged glances.

"This rookie's got something weird going on."

"Zhang Hu's a sixth-stage Martial Disciple—how's he getting dominated?"

Wang Tie pumped his fist excitedly from the crowd: "I told you this kid wasn't ordinary!"

A vicious glint flashed in Zhang Hu's eyes.

He suddenly stepped back, pulled a blood-red pill from his pocket, and swallowed it.

Chen Lie frowned: "A Blood Burst Pill? That kid's really willing to burn his resources."

Wang Tie muttered from below: "That's a forbidden drug. It can temporarily boost you by a full major realm, but it drains your life force."

Zhang Hu's skin flushed crimson, veins bulging, his aura surging wildly.

Lin Feng squinted, finding it almost amusing.

"Stupid dog, you think I'll just stand here and wait for the drug to fully kick in before fighting you?"

The next second, Lin Feng moved.

His speed was astonishing—a single stride forward, his long blade driving straight at Zhang Hu's face.

Zhang Hu's expression shifted violently. The drug hadn't fully taken effect yet, and he instinctively raised his blade to block.

Clang!

A tremendous force came from the blade, and Zhang Hu's Alloy War Blade flew out of his hand.

Lin Feng caught the war blade, reversed it, and pressed it against Zhang Hu's neck.

The entire arena fell silent.

Zhang Hu's eyes bulged as he stared at Lin Feng in disbelief: "Impossible... impossible..."

"I surrender!" he suddenly shouted. "I surr—"

Before he could finish.

Lin Feng's blade fell.

His head hit the ground.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering a shocking red across the Arena Stage.

Zhang Hu's body swayed for a moment, then crashed to the ground.

Dead silence filled the arena.

Everyone was stunned.

Lin Feng looked innocent, spreading his hands: "Sorry, the wind was too strong. I didn't hear him."

Chen Lie leaped onto the Arena Stage, glanced at Zhang Hu's corpse, and announced expressionlessly: "Lin Feng wins."

The crowd below erupted into an uproar.

The veterans who had bet on Zhang Hu turned ashen-faced, and some couldn't help but curse loudly.

Wang Tie rushed up excitedly: "Holy shit! I bet on you, one-to-five odds, I'm rich!"

He patted Lin Feng on the shoulder and lowered his voice: "But you're ruthless, kid—you didn't even give him a chance to surrender."

Lin Feng replied coldly: "If he had won, would he have let me off?"

Wang Tie paused, then grinned: "Fair point."

Li Ming was too excited to speak, just nodding frantically.

Just then, the crowd suddenly parted.

A middle-aged man in an officer's uniform walked into the Beast Arena.

He was burly, with a vicious scar running down the left side of his face, and his shoulder insignia marked him as the deputy commander of the Seventh Defense Line—Zhao Tianxiong.

The entire arena went silent instantly, everyone standing at attention and saluting.

Zhao Tianxiong walked to the edge of the Arena Stage and looked Lin Feng up and down.

His fists were clenched, veins bulging.

Zhang Hu was his nephew.

Killing his nephew was clearly a sign that Lin Feng didn't take this deputy commander seriously.

But Zhang Hu had signed the Life-Death Contract himself, so Zhao Tianxiong couldn't act personally.

"Not bad skills," Zhao Tianxiong said with a sarcastic tone. "I've seen your file. Martial Disciple Rank 5, admitted to Martial Path Undergraduate, came to the Northern Territory because you were short on money. But the strength you just showed is at least Martial Disciple Rank 7."

Lin Feng's heart tightened.

He knew his true strength had been exposed.

"There's a mission in two days," Zhao Tianxiong suddenly said. "A small team needs to go deep into an F-Class Rift to investigate abnormal fluctuations. The original candidates were all wiped out in last night's Beast Tide."

He paused, staring at Lin Feng: "Interested? Complete the mission, and you'll be promoted directly to Official Guard, with an extra fifty thousand in subsidies."

The surrounding veterans drew in sharp breaths.

Going deep into an F-Class Rift was a death zone that even Martial Artists dared not enter lightly.

If it were just defending outside the rift, the difficulty wouldn't be too high.

But once you delved deep into the fissure, the difficulty skyrocketed.

The number of Exotic Beasts inside the rift was abnormally high.

Of those who went in, one out of ten surviving to return was considered lucky.

Wang Tie's face changed drastically, and he tugged at Lin Feng's sleeve.

But a flicker of excitement flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

Going deep into the rift meant more Exotic Beasts.

More Exotic Beasts meant more Martial Path Points.

Wasn't this just free delivery?

He looked up and agreed quickly, afraid the other party might change his mind: "I accept."

Zhao Tianxiong was clearly taken aback for a second, then narrowed his eyes: "Good. Two days from now, assemble at the North Gate."

With that, he turned and left.

After the crowd dispersed, Wang Tie grabbed Lin Feng: "Are you crazy? That's a suicide mission!"

Lin Feng said calmly, "I know what I'm doing."

"Know what you're doing, my ass!" Wang Tie was frantic. "Do you know what happened to the last team that went deep into an F-Class Rift? Twelve people went in, not a single one came back!"

Lin Feng said nothing.

He glanced at the System Panel.

[Realm: Martial Disciple Rank 7 (0/70)]

[Martial Path Points: 0]

If he wanted to keep improving, he needed more Martial Path Points.

And going deep into the Rift was the fastest way.

"You really going?" Wang Tie looked at him.

Lin Feng nodded.

Wang Tie was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Then I'm going too."

"You?"

"No shit, we're brothers." Wang Tie patted his shoulder. "Besides, I want to earn that fifty thousand too."

With that, Wang Tie gave a simple, honest grin.

Lin Feng looked at him and didn't refuse.

Just then, Li Ming also walked over. "I... I want to go too."

Wang Tie was taken aback. "You? Forget it, you're only Martial Disciple Rank 3. Going in there would just be feeding the beasts."

Li Ming bit his lip. "I know I'm weak, but I want to get stronger."

He lifted his head, a stubborn light shining in his eyes. "I don't want to be bullied anymore."

Lin Feng glanced at him and nodded. "Alright."

Wang Tie sighed. "Fine, whatever. We're all going to die anyway. One more or one less doesn't matter."

The three returned to the Barracks.

Lin Feng lay down on his bed and closed his eyes.

Two days. He had to raise his strength as much as possible.

And going out of the city to kill Exotic Beasts was the fastest way.

Night fell.

Lin Feng climbed over the city wall once more and headed deep into the Wilderness.