A New Record (2)

However, this prolonged entanglement was advantageous to Wang Feng stored Soul Power gave him an absolute advantage in terms of energy expenditure.

"Damn it, who is this kid? How can he hold out for so long!"

The burly man stared at Wang Feng with a headache. An hour had passed, and although they were both injured, he could clearly sense that he was going to lose if things continued like this.

No, I have to find a way myself.

Wang Feng's attack came again, and the Soul Power on his fist showed no sign of diminishing.

The burly man did not choose to dodge or even defend himself, but instead launched an attack on Wang Feng in return, hoping to inflict mutual damage.

Wang Feng's fist landed on the burly man's chest, the terrifying force almost causing the man to lose his footing. Although his fist also touched Wang Feng, this attack was negligible.

However, just as the burly man was repelled by Wang Feng, he summoned his Martial Soul and, despite being injured, still stabbed at Wang Feng.

Faced with the burly man's forceful attack, Wang Feng reacted in time, but it was too late to dodge.

Puff!

The sharp spearhead pierced Wang Feng's chest, but fortunately, before the halberd blade could get close, Wang Feng managed to grab the burly man's Martial Soul; otherwise, Wang Feng would most likely have lost this attack.

"Go to hell!"

The burly man had no intention of letting this opportunity slip by; he knew very well that killing an opponent like Wang Feng would be difficult enough with strength alone.

Although Wang Feng's punch had seriously injured him, he couldn't care less about that at the moment.

The burly man tried with all his might to pierce Wang Feng's chest, but Wang Feng held on tightly to his Martial Soul, no matter how much the man pushed him back, he couldn't pierce any further.

The burly man's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He could sense that if things continued like this, his harm to Wang Feng would likely come to an end.

But just then, Wang Feng chuckled softly and abruptly stopped in his tracks.

The burly man blushed, but still couldn't make Wang Feng move an inch.

"Who exactly are you? You couldn't have been in this Slaughter City for long; you're new here?"

The burly man glared at Wang Feng, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Wang Feng replied softly, "Those people outside, you must have arranged them! Preventing strong individuals from entering is so that you can easily achieve a hundred consecutive victories in this Hell Slaughter Arena."

"You! How did you know? Could it be that you...!"

The burly man stared at Wang Feng in shock, then shook his head violently at the possibility he had guessed.

He absolutely refused to believe that Wang Feng had defeated his companions outside to enter this Hell Slaughter Arena; it was simply impossible.

It must be because those people thought Wang Feng was too weak that they let Wang Feng in.

"Without me, you might have easily achieved a 100-game winning streak, but unfortunately, you ran into me."

"Impossible! You think you can defeat me? That's wishful thinking!"

"Snort!"

Wang Feng snorted coldly, drew the burly man's weapon, took a step forward, and slammed his palm down.

Bang!

This seemingly gentle palm strike felt like a mountain pressing down on the burly man's chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

His body kept retreating, while Wang Feng continued his attacks.

He tried to stop him, but Wang Feng didn't give him a chance.

"Damn it, get out of my way!"

The burly man roared, unleashing his Soul Power in an attempt to force Wang Feng away.

However, his Soul Power had no effect on Wang Feng and could not stop Wang Feng's attack.

The burly man eventually couldn't withstand Wang Feng's relentless attacks and retreated to the edge of the stands, only stopping when he had nowhere left to go.

"Damn it, you must die today!"

The burly man roared angrily. Of the seventy-nine fights he had experienced, apart from the first ten, every fight after his reputation spread was one against nine, and he defeated his opponents with overwhelming strength each time.

But today, in a one-on-one situation, I never expected to be completely outmatched by my opponent.

This was something he absolutely could not accept; no matter the cost, he had to win this fight.

The burly man had abandoned all defense and launched a full-scale attack on Wang Feng, hoping to severely injure Wang Feng in one blow.

However, Wang Feng had already anticipated this.

In this Slaughter City, no one can guarantee they will live forever, and everyone is prepared to die, but no one is willing to die.

Therefore, such desperate criminals are common; they are capable of anything, so Wang Feng had long been prepared.

The moment the burly man made his move, Wang Feng decisively abandoned this prime opportunity to attack and retreated rapidly.

Although he was confident he could severely injure the burly man if he attacked now, he wasn't confident he could escape unscathed.

The burly man missed his first attack and immediately followed up with another.

But Wang Feng didn't give him a chance at all, dodging continuously and giving up the attack altogether.

"What's going on? Wasn't this kid always in the lead? How come he's suddenly being chased and beaten up!"

"Were they the ones letting this kid have his way the whole time?"

"Something's not right! This kid doesn't look like he can't win at all!"

In the stands, many people were puzzled by Wang Feng's behavior. He clearly had the advantage, so why was he being chased and attacked?

Meanwhile, the burly man grew increasingly anxious, and the more anxious he became, the more his Soul Power was consumed.

However, Wang Feng soon seemed unwilling to waste any more time. Taking advantage of the time difference when the burly man was still some distance away, he stopped and slightly adjusted his position as the burly man's attack approached, narrowly dodging the attack.

At the same time, Wang Feng thrust out his Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear, locking onto the burly man's heart.

Faced with this close-range attack, the burly man tried to dodge, but it was too late; he could only withdraw his weapon to defend himself.

But Wang Feng was incredibly fast; the moment he tried to defend himself, the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear had already pierced his skin.

The burly man suddenly stopped moving, staring wide-eyed at Wang Feng, his murderous intent and anger replaced by fear.

"How is this possible! You... who exactly are you?"

The moment the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear pierced his body, he was shocked to discover that his Soul Power seemed to be subject to some powerful restriction, and was actually beyond his control.

At the same time, his life force was rapidly slipping away, at a rate far exceeding his expectations.

He could sense that the source of all this was Wang Feng's Martial Soul, the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear.

"You, you..."

The burly man wanted to find out what kind of Martial Soul this was, but unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to speak.

Wang Feng looked calmly at the burly man, and as the man's last breath disappeared, Wang Feng sheathed the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear.