His confidence was a joke in front of Wang Sheng. How could someone as self-important as him accept such a situation?
He was unwilling, but despite his resentment, his reaction was quick.
Faced with Wang Sheng's attack, he had no choice but to dodge.
His Third Soul Ring lit up.
" Feather of Wind Arrival!"
Behind Zeng Feng, a pair of wings made of Wind Element quickly formed.
Then, with a flap of its wings, it flew to the side and off the Soul Fighting Arena, thus avoiding Wang Sheng's attack.
The enormous three-colored fireball slammed heavily onto the Soul Fighting Arena.
"Rumble..."
In a single blow, the extremely sturdy Soul Fighting Arena was blasted into pieces.
"Silk..."
Zeng Feng, who dodged the attack, was terrified. If he had been hit, the consequences... were unimaginable!
This scene not only stunned Zeng Feng, but also left the manager and other clients speechless.
The steward muttered to himself, "Is this really Soul Skill unleashed by Spirit King? Its power is probably top-tier even among Spirit Emperor!"
"Sigh, looks like I'm going to lose money today!"
"Yes! I never expected this little guy to be able to unleash such a powerful Soul Bone Skill!"
"What I'm curious about now is how old this little guy's Spirit Bone is. Thirty thousand years, forty thousand years, or sixty thousand years?"
"It seems the power behind this little guy is not to be underestimated!"
Wang Sheng looked at Zeng Feng with a look of surprise. You should know that this was the first time he had ever seen a flying-type Soul Skill!
However, in the instant Zeng Feng was stunned, it flapped its wings and quickly arrived in front of Zeng Feng Zeng Feng, raising its leg to kick him.
At the same time, he retracted his Flame Wings and activated his right leg's Soul Bone Skill, "Illusion, Magma Hell ".
A strange odor and a faint red glow emanated from Wang Sheng's right leg.
Zeng Feng, who was about to advance to the Gold Soul Fighter level, had extensive combat experience. Therefore, his momentary daze was only a matter of a second.
Unfortunately, the battle was ever-changing, and that one moment was enough for Wang Sheng.
For Zeng Feng, Sever was already too late.
Because the light emanating from Wang Sheng's legs had already entered his eyes, causing him to momentarily lose focus!
Next came that faint scent.
It instantly plunged him into a hallucination. He was completely stunned!
"Brush..."
Zeng Feng's " Feather of Wind Arrival!" dissipated, causing him to fall to the ground from the sky.
"Collapse!"
Falling from a height of six or seven meters, while not enough to seriously injure a Spirit King, would still cause them pain.
However, Zeng Feng showed no reaction whatsoever, as if he wasn't the one who had fallen from the sky.
But he immediately began to struggle. He was first covered in sweat, then he quickly tore at his clothes. Finally, his entire body turned a bizarre red and began to steam.
One by one, blisters appeared on his body.
It seemed as if he had been hurt by the whole soup. At the same time, Zeng Feng covered his neck with both hands, as if he couldn't breathe.
The scene was extremely bizarre.
"Call..."
Finally, Zeng Feng woke up, panting heavily as he opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with despair and terror.
It took him a while to regain his senses. After looking around, he took a deep breath.
Then I called it out again!
When he looked up at Wang Sheng in the air, there was no longer a trace of contempt in his eyes.
All that remains is awe for the strong and fear for the opponents.
Just now, he instantly entered a world of lava. In that world, there was nothing but lava and fire, though he only stayed there for a few seconds.
However, he seemed to have been in a daze for an eternity.
What terrified him even more was that, although he knew it was just an illusion, Sever felt so real that he had no choice but to believe it!
The intense heat almost made it hard for him to breathe, and he felt like his whole body was on fire.
Especially after he woke up, he found that his body, just like in his hallucination, was covered in blisters from being roasted by scorching fire and lava. His body temperature was also frighteningly high.
How could he not be afraid of Soul Skill, if he was injured in an illusion, would cause him the same damage in reality?
Wang Sheng, however, was stroking his chin in mid-air, because he had discovered a flaw in this move that wasn't exactly a weakness: its power was extremely difficult to control.
Just like this time, Wang Sheng had no intention of killing anyone, but if he hadn't desperately suppressed it at the last moment, Zeng Feng's body temperature would probably have spontaneously combusted by now.
However, compared to the other two, the Wisdom Spirit Bone Skill, "Illusion, Five Senses of Scorching Heat!", is much easier to control. It can cause the enemy to feel naturally hot, or it can simply make the enemy feel a little hot and need to take off their clothes.
It seems that the right leg Soul Bone Skill, "Illusion, Magma Hell," is best used in real life-or-death battles; otherwise, it wouldn't be good if it accidentally hurts an unwanted friend.
However, the Wisdom Spirit Bone Skill "Illusion, Five Senses of Scorching Heat!" can be used in any situation.
"Um?"
After waiting a while, Wang Sheng was puzzled to find that the host had not yet come on stage to announce the results of the Soul Fighting. After all, Zeng Feng had already crashed from the air and landed outside the arena.
Moreover, even a fool could see that Zeng Feng, after falling into the illusion, offered no resistance whatsoever, and Wang Sheng could have easily killed him with a single move.
So, he couldn't help but look at the host.
"Cough cough!!!"
The host only realized what was happening after feeling Wang Sheng's gaze.
However, he didn't go up to the Soul Fighting Arena. Because at that moment, the Soul Fighting Arena, under Wang Sheng's attack, had been reduced to a large crater. He couldn't very well go into the crater to announce his arrival; that would be too embarrassing.
Therefore, he stood still and announced, " Wang Sheng has won this Soul Fighting. Both of you, please leave the arena. The second match will begin in half an hour, after Wang Sheng has recovered his Soul Power..."
Before the host could finish speaking, Wang Sheng interrupted him, "Don't wait another half hour, let the next opponent go on stage!"
"Ah???"
The host looked at Wang Sheng in the air, who had a calm expression, then glanced at the now-cratered Soul Fighting Arena, and his face twitched involuntarily.
He thought to himself, "Using such a powerful Soul Skill must have depleted a lot of my Soul Power! Shouldn't I recover it?"
Is it arrogance or confidence?
"Or is this person's Soul Power nonexistent, or perhaps it's limitless?"
However, since Wang Sheng himself said so, the host will not sever ties.
So, he immediately announced, "Well then, in today's special event, the second round of the Soul Fighting begins. The first one, Wang Sheng, has already entered the arena. Now, please welcome the second one, Mad Dog."
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