Mercy Had No Place Here (1)

The two clashed, and their strength was evenly matched, which greatly surprised the others. Clearly, the old man's strength exceeded their expectations.

After ten moves, the middle-aged man began to gradually retreat, finding himself no match for the old man.

"Damn it, that old bastard has gotten stronger."

"Attack together! This time, don't let him leave here alive!"

Except for the person in the middle, everyone else attacked. The five of them surrounded the old man, immediately putting him at a disadvantage.

However, it wasn't so easy for the five of them to kill the old man; they managed to handle being outnumbered five to one.

Everyone else stood back and watched the fight from a distance. Here, no one would stand up for justice, and no one would intervene to help those in need.

You must know that one wrong move could mean your own death, so even watching a match requires extreme caution.

Wang Feng didn't rush to attack, but cautiously approached the entrance. However, he was still discovered by the man. The man seemed to think that Wang Feng was too young and posed no threat to him, so he didn't pay any attention to him and just watched the fight between his own person and the old man with amusement.

Wang Feng approached step by step, showing no sign of making a move; he seemed to be merely moving unintentionally.

But just as Wang Feng moved to the front of the entrance, only ten steps away from the person, Wang Feng suddenly sprang up and arrived in front of the person in the blink of an eye. Without any hesitation, he raised his fist and threw it directly.

The sudden attack startled the man for a moment, and in that instant, Wang Feng's fist landed on the man's head.

Even though the man would either die or be seriously injured by his fists in the next moment, Wang Feng felt a sudden tremor in his heart, and a sense of danger surged into his mind.

The next moment, his fist pierced through the man's skull.

"Not good!"

Wang Feng was shocked and quickly withdrew his fist, stepping back.

But just then, the dark shadow in front of him disappeared, and at the same time, a dark shadow grew larger and larger in his eyes.

Without a second thought, Wang Feng quickly summoned the Black Feather Ink Dragon Qiang to defend himself.

Bang!

A tremendous force passed through the gun and struck Wang Feng. Wang Feng felt his arms go numb and his body was uncontrollably pushed backward.

At the same time, the man followed closely behind, thrusting a sharp dagger at Wang Feng, making him feel a great threat.

Fortunately, Wang Feng was not a novice Soul Master; he skillfully used his spear to dodge the man's attack.

"I didn't realize you were such a capable guy!"

The man stopped, calmly looked at Wang Feng, and toyed with the dagger in his hand.

Wang Feng remained calm throughout, neither speaking nor making a move again, and quietly watched the man.

"Kid, you're quite strong. Why don't you come with me? I think you know exactly why I'm guarding this place. If you're willing, I can let you enter the Hell Slaughter Arena and qualify you for the Hell Road."

"Kid, think it through. That old man is doomed today, but you're still young. If you insist on being my enemy, the consequences will be far more terrifying than you imagine."

Despite the man's attempts to win him over and his threats, Wang Feng remained silent.

"If you won't listen to reason, then you'll have to suffer the consequences—die!"

The man's expression changed, and without wanting to waste any more words, he chose to take action.

Wang Feng also made a move, and the two instantly engaged in combat.

In terms of both speed and strength, Wang Feng gained no advantage whatsoever; the two were almost evenly matched.

Wang Feng wasn't too surprised. Along the way, he had put away his contempt. Whether it was the old man before him or the person in front of him, he didn't think he could defeat them in one move.

"That's quite surprising! I haven't encountered an opponent who could fight me for so long and emerge unscathed in a long time."

The man licked his lips excitedly. Although Wang Feng had shown considerable strength in their previous encounter, he didn't think Wang Feng could last long under his full power. But now it seemed he had underestimated Wang Feng's strength.

Wang Feng remained calm and composed, handling the situation with ease.

As the two clashed more and more, Wang Feng gradually began to gain the upper hand.

Although the two were evenly matched, Wang Feng did not seem to have expended much energy after such a long and continuous all-out battle, while the other man's breathing was already somewhat unsteady.

Wang Feng seized the opportunity, thrusting his spear forward, aiming only for the man's heart.

But it was clear that Wang Feng's move wouldn't be so easy to succeed. Just as the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear was less than a finger's width away from the man's chest, the man withdrew his dagger and held it in front of his chest.

But Wang Feng revealed a smile, the gun shuddered and collided with the man's dagger. At the same time, Wang Feng released the Black Feather Ink Dragon Qiang gun, flashed close to the man, and threw a punch.

The man hadn't expected Wang Feng to have such a move, and before he could defend himself, he was forced back.

After regaining his balance, the man touched his chest, his face grim and somewhat frightening.

"I never imagined your strength had reached such a level, but the more so, the less I can let you live today."

The man let out a cold shout and attacked again.

But he was already at a disadvantage. It was clear that if he continued to fight, he would lose sooner or later, and losing meant death, after all, this was Slaughter City.

"Damn it, who is this kid? Why is he so terrifying?!"

The man had switched from fighting to dodging, filled with intense hatred for Wang Feng, but powerless to do anything about it.

Having fought for so long, Wang Feng seemed to have no stamina at all, but he could no longer keep up with Wang Feng's fighting pace.

Fortunately, at this moment, Old Man Si was unable to withstand the combined attack of several people and sent a distress call to Wang Feng.

"Kid, help me out, otherwise you'll have a hard time dealing with them all by yourself!"

Old Man Si roared at Wang Feng, his body covered in blood, looking extremely disheveled. He was completely different from before, constantly dodging the opponent's attacks, but was still being chased and beaten like a football.

Wang Feng frowned, but instead of immediately going to help him, he continued to pursue his opponent.

However, killing this person wasn't so easy for him, so he had no choice but to turn back and help Old Man Si.

"Kid, your opponent is me!"

How could that man easily let Wang Feng help Old Man Si? But Wang Feng's speed surprised him. He didn't have time to stop Wang Feng. In an instant, Wang Feng was beside those people, raised his gun and stabbed at one of them.

"You brat, you're asking for it!"

The man shouted and gripped his broadsword tightly with both hands, slashing out.

But just as his blade was about to strike the Black Feather Ink Dragon Qiang, Wang Feng suddenly withdrew the Black Feather Ink Dragon Qiang, causing his attack to miss.

Taking advantage of this opening, Wang Feng shifted his feet, avoiding the man's direct confrontation, and thrust out with his spear in a backhand motion.

Pfft!

Faced with Wang Feng's attack, the man had no time to dodge or defend.