Abyssal Evil Ghost

Under the gaze of the masses, Lin Feng strolled into the performance area—the center of the gladiatorial arena.

The performance area was oval, roughly ninety meters along its major axis and fifty along its minor axis. Rows upon rows of spectator seats rose around it, more than a hundred rows in all, filled with excited men and women.

Quite a few spectators had come as families. Parents had brought their children, and entire families waved toward Lin Feng while shouting at the top of their lungs.

The children looked even more excited.

That was only natural. Lin Feng was the idol of the younger generation. His popularity far surpassed that of the other apostles and even exceeded that of the Heavenly Kings.

"Lin Feng!"

"Go!"

Before the debut had officially begun, the cheers of more than a hundred thousand spectators had already set the atmosphere ablaze.

Lin Feng merely waved at the stands, looking completely calm, without the slightest trace of nervousness.

In the audience's eyes, this was the bearing of a great general.

In the front-row VIP section, Hong Yi, Qi Jin, and Polona Segura stood together. Around them were other apostles and senior executives.

"How many rounds do you think Lin Feng can clear?"

Qi Jin looked at Hong Yi and asked. He seemed curious and concerned, but inwardly, he wished Lin Feng would fail in the very first round.

He was deeply displeased and jealous of Lin Feng's fame, achievements, and even his status as an apostle.

Lin Feng's arrival would also affect his future plans.

Hong Yi was a member of the Avengers Alliance.

He prayed that Lin Feng would die during this debut, so he would have no future worries.

"Wasn't the highest record for an apostle's debut six rounds? Brother Feng should clear at