On the broad stone-tiled arena, Shi Feng slowly sheathed the Abyssal Walker without even glancing at the Level 30 Berserker already lying on the ground.
"Next," Shi Feng said calmly.
The arena's rules stated that a hit to a vital point in a bladed fight meant certain defeat. As long as one struck the opponent's vital point, the opponent lost. Even a Shield Warrior with high defense and abundant health was no exception, much less a Berserker.
Seeing Shi Feng's indifferent expression, everyone who had been dissatisfied with him earlier shut their mouths, their eyes filled with wariness.
Although Berserkers were not speed-based classes, defeating one in a single move was far from easy, especially one who had gone through countless real battles.
They were all companions, so they knew each other's strength well.
The Berserker Shi Feng had killed with a single sword strike earlier might not have ranked among the top five, but his combat strength was still above average. For Shi Feng to strike his vital point in one blow, without even giving the Berserker time to react, was simply unbelievable.
"As expected of someone the Pavilion Master favors. You do have some skill. Then let me, Gray Hawk, seek your guidance."
A lean middle-aged man with hawk-like eyes stepped out from the crowd.
When everyone saw the Berserker calling himself Gray Hawk step forward, the shock from Shi Feng's earlier sword strike vanished, and their usual pride and confidence returned.
"Gray Hawk, we're counting on you. Don't let him look down on us," the others cheered from the side.
Gray Hawk was the strongest among them. Though he was already in his forties, his sharp techniques and extensive combat experience were far beyond what ordinary young people could match.
"I'll do my best." Gray Hawk nodded