Mercy Has No Place Here (3)

As the black mist gradually dissipated, the three people came into view.

However, it seems no one expected that what would happen after just a brief appearance of black mist would be so unexpected.

At this moment, the leader, who should have been killed, appeared behind Wang Feng. Even more strangely, Wang Feng should have been killed under these circumstances, but he seemed to be restrained by something.

At the same time, Wang Feng's Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear was incredibly stuck in Old Man Si's body. The two, who were originally working together, had become like enemies.

"How could you!"

Old Man Si stared at Wang Feng in shock. He never imagined that he had hidden himself so well, yet Wang Feng had still seen through him.

Wang Feng stared coldly at Old Man Si and sneered, "I understand that mercy doesn't suit this place."

"So, you never believed me from the very beginning."

Wang Feng did not respond to him, withdrew the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear, and ended his life completely.

In fact, he had already anticipated this outcome from the moment Old Man Si first approached him.

He admitted that Old Man Si was a very good actor, but he would never easily entrust his life to another person.

Moreover, from the first time he fought the leader, he had already realized that the leader's Martial Soul was not the dagger at all; it was just a decoy.

Otherwise, in this Slaughter City Soul Skill cannot be used, how could he have so mysteriously dodged his attacks?

His Martial Soul is a Martial Soul similar to Gui Mei, but it is not Martial Soul same as Gui Mei, since there is a significant difference between the two.

It was thanks to these abilities that Wang Feng was able to react in time to Old Man Si's sudden attack.

The black mist from before was actually the Soul Power released by his Third Martial Soul. He released all his Soul Power outwards, using the special properties of his Third Martial Soul to make it impossible for others to see what it was.

Old Man Si lay lifeless on the ground. Wang Feng didn't bother to look at him and slowly turned to look at the person behind him.

At this moment, the leader stared at Wang Feng with a face full of fear, as if Wang Feng were a demon in his eyes.

He never expected that this young-looking boy could unleash such terrifying strength.

"Dual, Twin Martial Souls!"

The man began to stutter. Just moments before, when the black mist enveloped the area, he had clearly seen the figure behind Wang Feng. Being able to dominate the entrance to this Hell Slaughter Arena for so long, he could naturally guess that it was definitely Martial Soul.

"If you can die knowing the truth, then you haven't suffered any injustice."

Wang Feng said in a cold voice, which could be considered a sign of respect.

After saying that, Wang Feng ended the man's life.

As for the other seven people, they hadn't come to their senses yet. By the time they did, Wang Feng was already walking towards them.

"What, what do we do? The boss is dead."

"Even the boss isn't a match for him, how could we possibly beat him!"

"That damned Old Man Si, where did that bastard find his helpers from?!"

The seven men were filled with fear. They didn't know that Old Man Si was actually one of their own. In their eyes, Wang Feng was a demon who had even killed his own people.

Wang Feng walked over step by step. Just as the seven people were preparing to fight to the death, Wang Feng suddenly stopped, turned around, took out a cup, and walked towards the old man.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Wang Feng accepted a ticket and then walked straight towards the entrance of the Hell Slaughter Arena.

The entrance was blocked by an invisible barrier. Getting in was simple; just pour your ticket into the blood tank next to you.

No one dared to stop Wang Feng from entering the Hell Slaughter Arena, so Wang Feng entered smoothly.

The Hell Slaughter Arena appears no different from the outside world. The central battleground is surrounded by a cluster of buildings, and the streets are filled with scattered pedestrians and guards in armor.

Wang Feng's appearance only attracted the attention of a few people, but they quickly looked away and showed no interest in Wang Feng whatsoever.

Wang Feng headed straight for the central battle arena, but he was stopped before he even got close.

To fight in the Hell Slaughter Arena, you need to register in addition to entering the Hell Slaughter Arena, and then wait in line.

During this time, he was free to move around, and there was a room specifically for him. When it was his turn, someone would come and tell him. So Wang Feng returned to his residence and settled down.

He glanced at his number; it would be a long time before he could take the stage. Moreover, in this Hell Slaughter Arena, fighting was prohibited except in the central battle area. He could take this time to rest.

Although he wasn't fighting every single moment during this period, he had almost no real rest, since someone could suddenly attack him from behind at any moment.

He calmed himself down and completely relaxed, which greatly increased the speed at which he absorbed Soul Power.

While the Slaughter City couldn't accelerate his cultivation speed, possessing three Martial Soul did increase the rate at which his body absorbed Soul Power after intense battles.

At the same time, his Soul Power also showed signs of a breakthrough, and this feeling was the most comfortable.

"8406, it's your turn to appear in half an hour. Please pay attention to the time. If you miss the time and do not appear, it will be considered a forfeit, and you will be banned from entering the Hell Slaughter Arena for one year."

A woman's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door, and Wang Feng abruptly opened his eyes.

8406 was his number in this Slaughter City. Everyone here had no name, only a number.

"Knew."

Wang Feng responded, then got up and walked outside.

The battle arena at the very center is a large arena similar to those in the outside world, only much simpler.

At the center is a combat zone with a diameter of fifty meters, surrounded by spectator stands.

There are no guards in sight, but no one dares to cause trouble here.

At this moment, a burly figure stood in the center of the battlefield, forming a stark contrast with the many thin figures in the stands.

The burly man had a deep scar on his face, which ran down his neck to his chest, making him look somewhat ferocious.

About ten minutes later, the burly man seemed to grow impatient. He glanced around the stands and roared, "8406, get down here and face your death!"

"Looks like they've been scared off again and don't dare come. Ugh, this is so boring."

"Don't you even look at who's standing in the arena? This guy has won seventy-nine consecutive matches, and every single one of his opponents has died a gruesome death. If I encounter an opponent like this, I'd rather be banned from entering the Hell Slaughter Arena for a year than fight him."

"Exactly! Besides, the other eight have already withdrawn from the competition, so I bet the last one never even considered coming!"

Many people in the stands began to discuss the matter, but no one mocked Wang Feng for not arriving yet. On the contrary, many believed that this was the wisest choice.

But just then, a figure suddenly emerged from one of the eight entrances.