The crowd had been cheering, but when they saw the nine people in the arena suffer fates worse than death, some wore decidedly strange expressions.
Not one person there was merciful. They were villains with blood on their hands and several lives on their consciences.
Yet even they had never seen living people slowly dissolve into pus, dying in agony.
Others, however, cheered all the louder at the sight.
In the end, the nine melted together into one indistinguishable mass and breathed their last.
This was Dugu Feng's warning to the scum.
As soon as the match ended, he was eager for the next.
This time, he was direct. The moment he entered the arena, he gave a slight wave, unleashing the immense inner force of Toad Style.
The other nine exploded into bloody mist, their organs flying everywhere.
He struck without hesitation and killed in an instant.
The brutal sight sent the villains into a frenzy of cheers and screams!
Dugu Feng ignored the uproar.
He simply waited for the next match. The louder they cheered now, the deeper their despair would be when their turn came.
One man with a little sense watched Dugu Feng stroll off the platform as though nothing had happened.
The cup of Bloody Mary slipped straight from his hand and smashed on the ground.
Several figures immediately surged past him, frantically licking the Bloody Mary off the floor.
"Wang Sheng, what's wrong with you?"
"You're scared out of your wits over a match."
"Ji Qian, you fool! Can't you tell that man's an expert? He didn't even use a Soul Skill. He just waved his hand and blasted people into bloody mist. He's probably a Soul Douluo."
"So what if he's a Soul Douluo? Even a Titled Douluo can't use Soul Skills here.