Mercy Has No Place Here (Part Two)

"How could this be!"

The man, his face filled with fear and extreme resentment, slowly turned his head to look at Wang Feng. The Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear had pierced through both of his shoulders. Although such an injury wouldn't have too much of an impact on a Soul Master.

But the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear was like a demon, frantically devouring his life force the moment it pierced his body.

"You brat, you deserve to die!"

The others were stunned for a moment when they saw their companion killed by Wang Feng in one blow, and then they became furious.

Since they began guarding this place, it has been a long time since anyone has been able to provoke them like this.

Although they are not the strongest individually, together they are invincible. No one can enter the Hell Slaughter Arena without their permission.

"Attack him together! Kill him!"

The group decisively abandoned their attack on Old Man Si and all turned to surround and attack Wang Feng.

Wang Feng drew his Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear, unconcerned about the group's attack. Even without using his Soul Skill, his Third Martial Soul's power was still deadly to these people.

However, the numerical advantage still put considerable pressure on Wang Feng. In addition, the leader of these people was also quite strong, which put him on the defensive. If he could not find a breakthrough, continuing to entangle with them would be disadvantageous for him.

"Don't panic, kid, I'm here to help you!"

At this moment, Old Man Si had also caught his breath. Seeing Wang Feng being surrounded and attacked by the crowd, he naturally couldn't sit idly by, because if anything happened to Wang Feng, his only fate would be death.

"Get out of here!"

Old Man Si had just rushed over when he was knocked back by the leader of those people.

But Old Man Si didn't give up, and with Wang Feng's frantic attacks, the two finally joined forces to face the group's siege.

"Kid, I knew I wasn't wrong about you. I believe the Hell Slaughter Arena won't stop you. Hahaha... ha!"

Old Man Si suddenly burst into laughter, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

The next moment, his Soul Power suddenly began to surge.

"What!"

"How is this possible? His Soul Power has actually broken through!"

"Quickly, kill him!"

The group roared angrily. Old Man Si's Soul Power Level had suddenly broken through at this moment, meaning his previous consumption would be significantly replenished.

The addition of Wang Feng made them worry.

"Too late! Even if I die today, I'll take you all down with me!"

With bloodshot eyes, Old Man Si roared and wildly swung his wooden stick.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Feng seized upon one person's mistake, forcefully rushed to that person's side, sheathed the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear, and then unleashed a powerful punch with both fists.

Bang!

The man quickly raised his arm to block Wang Feng's fists.

Click!

However, just when he thought he had successfully blocked Wang Feng's attack, a piercing pain shot through his arms, and then his body flew backward.

Before he could even think, Wang Feng's Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear appeared before him, rapidly enlarging in his eyes.

No!... No!

Fear instantly gripped his mind. Although he had been in this Slaughter City for so long that he had lost track of how many years had passed, and even though the environment here had filled his heart with bloodlust and he had long known that he too would one day be killed.

But when death truly came, he still couldn't ignore the fear.

But it was too late to say anything; the piercing pain in his chest made it clear to him that he was doomed.

Pfft!

The Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear pierced his chest, pinning him to the ground and taking his life.

"Seventh Brother! Ah!... You wretched bastard, today I will tear you to pieces!"

The leader was instantly enraged. Two of his companions had been killed right before his eyes, and while they were surrounded and attacked by his group.

If they can't kill Wang Feng soon, they'll all be worn down by Wang Feng sooner or later.

The remaining eight people now understood what their most important task was, and they all rushed towards Wang Feng, ignoring Old Man Si.

"Your opponent also includes me!"

Old Man Si shouted and rushed over as well, but his purpose was to stop these people from ganging up on Wang Feng.

Although all eight of them wanted to kill Wang Feng immediately, they also knew that they could not completely ignore Old Man Si's presence, so they had no choice but to have two of them hold him back.

The remaining six men surrounded Wang Feng, but their attack was much less effective.

"Damn it, brat, you must die today!"

The leader roared and activated his berserk mode, instantly rushing in front of Wang Feng. The power he unleashed subtly suppressed Wang Feng.

Seeing that Wang Feng's condition was getting worse, Old Man Si also erupted again, forcefully breaking through the entanglement between the two and charging towards the leader, bringing his wooden stick down hard.

Wang Feng also unleashed his power, forcing the leader to be unable to withstand Old Man Si's attack. The others, who wanted to support him, were clearly too late.

In his burst of speed, Old Man Si moved with incredible speed, his black wooden stick slashing down.

Even if there was a difference in strength between him and the leader, such a full-force attack, even if it couldn't kill the leader, would be enough to seriously injure him. In addition, there was Wang Feng as well, so the leader was doomed.

"Boss!"

"No, get away!"

Seeing this, the other seven roared and rushed over to stop Old Man Si.

But it was too late, because Old Man Si's wooden stick had already come down.

The seven men were filled with despair, while many of the onlookers in the distance showed joy.

Because their deaths meant they could enter the Hell Slaughter Arena.

However, just when everyone thought the leader was about to die, Wang Feng suddenly revealed a strange smile.

Old Man Si caught the smile in Wang Feng's eyes and was immediately alarmed, as if he were being watched by a colossal beast.

Those in the distance couldn't see clearly, but Wang Feng and Old Man Si could. Old Man Si's wooden stick landed on the leader's head, but the expected scene didn't happen. Instead, just like when Wang Feng first made his move, the wooden stick passed through the leader's body and fell straight towards Wang Feng's head.

At the same time, a strange force bound Wang Feng's hands, preventing Wang Feng from resisting the wooden stick that seemed to have been accidentally thrown at him.

"Kid, blame your own kindness!"

At that moment, Old Man Si revealed a sinister smile.

Wang Feng showed no panic whatsoever, only a contemptuous smile, and continued to bring down the Old Man Si's wooden stick.

Bang!

The place where the three were entangled was suddenly shrouded in a black mist. No one could see how the black mist suddenly appeared, nor could they see what was happening inside the black mist, or who would live and who would die.