The competition was halfway through. After Lin Xin, Long Haochen, Duan Yi, and several others had fought, it was finally Jiang Feng's turn.
Jiang Feng's opponent was a sixth-order assassin. As expected, he defeated his opponent in less than a minute.
The assassin's concealment skills were useless against him, and he showed no fear of the assassin's attacks. With just a few low-level offensive skills, he brought the match to an easy conclusion.
In the front row, Han Ci watched Jiang Feng with a smile, thoroughly satisfied with his strength.
In the resting area, Long Haochen had been meditating to recover his spiritual power. But since this was Jiang Feng's match, he stopped meditating and watched intently.
Yet as the match ended, his expression grew even more solemn.
"Captain, how strong is Brother Jiang?" Lin Xin asked. Although he had watched the match in person, the clear gap in their strength prevented him from gauging Jiang Feng's actual power.
"Unfathomable," Long Haochen said. "The fight was too short, and Brother Jiang didn't show his full strength. I can't even be sure whether he used half of it, so I can't judge accurately."
"Then what chance would you have of winning against Jiang Feng, Captain?" Sima Xian asked.
Long Haochen shook his head. "I have no confidence at all that I could defeat Brother Jiang."
His words shocked everyone in the General Grade No. 22 Demon Hunt Squad. Although Long Haochen was modest by nature, he was extremely confident in his own strength. Among those of the same order, he could scarcely find a worthy opponent.
During an earlier mission, before he had even reached the sixth order, he had managed to kill a Seventh-Level Demon Race Powerhouse with his companions' support.
That terrifying combat prowess had won the admiration of