A New Record (1)

A figure slowly walked out from the entrance, stopped, and looked at the burly figure in the center of the arena.

Many people cast surprised glances at him, but no one would have guessed that the 8406 they were talking about was this young man.

Many were surprised that someone so young would choose to enter this Slaughter City, and how he was still alive and here.

"8406, come out and face your death."

The burly man's shout rang out again, and the crowd turned their attention away from Wang Feng, resuming their casual discussion.

Wang Feng chuckled softly, lifted his foot, and slowly walked towards the battlefield.

When he reached the edge, everyone finally noticed that something was wrong.

"What's going on? Has this kid gone mad?! He dares to stand so close to watch the fight, is he trying to get himself killed?!"

"Where did this reckless brat come from, daring to go there and watch the fight?"

The burly man also noticed Wang Feng, frowned slightly, and stared intently at Wang Feng. His already ferocious gaze now seemed even more terrifying.

For an ordinary person, that look alone would be enough to intimidate them, but Wang Feng was clearly not easily frightened.

Amidst the utterly astonished gazes of the crowd, Wang Feng stepped into the battle arena.

"This... this kid can't be an idiot, can he?!"

"He actually barged into the battle arena, what happened to him?"

"Wait, he... he couldn't possibly be the latecomer, 8406, could he?!"

Suddenly someone realized that Wang Feng wasn't really stupid. The only explanation was that Wang Feng was 8406.

"You, you're 8406?"

The burly man also realized what was happening and looked at Wang Feng with surprise.

Wang Feng scanned his surroundings but didn't find the other eight people in his group. He clearly knew that the other eight were probably afraid of this person and had simply withdrawn from the competition. This alone was enough to show how terrifying this person was.

But this is perfect; one-on-one combat saves me the trouble of being distracted and having to guard against sneak attacks.

"What, are you scared?" Wang Feng said calmly.

"Afraid? Hahaha... ha!"

The burly man burst into unrestrained laughter; he had forgotten how long it had been since he'd heard such words. "You're courting death! Fine! Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

The burly man suddenly attacked, completely disregarding whether Wang Feng was truly 8406, because once they entered the battle arena, life and death were in the hands of fate.

He was incredibly fast, like a wild beast, and arrived in front of Wang Feng in an instant, his huge fist aimed straight at Wang Feng's face.

"Snort!"

Wang Feng snorted coldly, and just as the man's fist was about to touch him, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the man's fist.

"Um?"

The man was startled, not expecting Wang Feng to be able to catch his punch. Although it wasn't a full-force punch, it shouldn't have been something someone like him could catch.

But just as he was surprised, Wang Feng suddenly made his move.

Taking advantage of the man's momentary daze, Wang Feng stepped forward and stomped hard on the man's chest, sending him flying.

Bang!

Dust flew up as the man splattered it, and everyone stared blankly at the scene, their mouths agape as if they had seen a ghost.

No one expected that the burly man who instilled fear in everyone would be sent flying by Wang Feng.

"Good, very good! Hehe!"

The burly man stood up with a cold laugh, dusting himself off.

"Looks like I underestimated you. Fine, then I'll show you what fear really is!"

"Seven years, seventy-nine consecutive wins—this is your highest honor in the Hell Slaughter Arena."

"Hahaha, what arrogance! You think you can defeat me? Wishful thinking!"

Wang Feng remained silent; the only response he received was from the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear in his hand.

A fierce killing intent flashed in the burly man's eyes as he summoned his own Martial Soul, a strange Tool Martial Soul resembling both a spear and a halberd.

It's clear that this is Mutated Martial Soul. Regardless of the means he used, the fact that he achieved a seventy-nine-game winning streak over seven years demonstrates the strength of his Martial Soul.

However, all Tool Martial Soul were suppressed in front of the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear.

"Boy, prepare to die!"

The man roared, leaped into the air, and slashed down at Wang Feng with his weapon.

Although his Martial Soul was suppressed in front of the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear, the difference in Soul Power Level, coupled with the inability to use Soul Skill here, effectively replaced the suppression of Martial Soul and level.

At the same time, Wang Feng could feel the pressure from the other party's Soul Power, as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

However, Wang Feng was not afraid and charged forward with his gun.

Both of them were giving it their all, wanting to finish the other off as quickly as possible, and neither wanted to waste any more time.

As their Martial Soul clashed, Wang Feng felt his arms tremble uncontrollably, as if they were about to detach from his body, and he was forced back.

But the opponent was clearly not having an easy time either, as the immense force also forced them back.

The man steadied himself and stared at Wang Feng with a somewhat unpleasant expression.

The first time, he might have been defeated by Wang Feng due to carelessness, but this time it clearly shows that Wang Feng's strength is on par with his.

He couldn't understand how such a young man, no matter how extraordinary, could possibly possess combat strength comparable to his own; it was simply impossible.

They glanced at each other a second time, then attacked each other again.

Without the ability to use Soul Skill, both sides can only use the simplest moves. If their strengths are evenly matched, then it comes down to who has the stronger method.

Suddenly, everyone who hadn't held out much hope for this battle widened their eyes and their spirits soared.

The battle was extremely intense. There were no fancy moves between the two sides. The clash of their Martial Soul prevented them from unleashing their full power. So they simply abandoned their Martial Soul and fought with their bare fists, putting on a true visual feast for the audience.

"Just who is this kid? How could he fight this guy to a draw?"

"Soul Master of this age, if not disguised, is a genius. But in this Slaughter City, who has the means to disguise themselves?"

The focus of everyone's discussion was on Wang Feng. No one had expected that Wang Feng would not only dare to face an opponent with a 79-game winning streak all by himself, but also handle it with such composure.

On the field, facing a kick he couldn't avoid, Wang Feng chose to take it head-on.

The seemingly Thunderous Might force did not cause much damage to Wang Feng; most of the power was quietly dissipated by Wang Feng using his Third Martial Soul.

Wang Feng seized the opportunity, practically pressed himself against his opponent, and clenched his fists, slamming them hard into the opponent's head.

The burly man felt his ears go numb, but he ignored it and instead retaliated by punching Wang Feng hard.

After several rounds of back-and-forth combat, the two sides finally separated, but the outcome remained uncertain.