A New Record (4)

When the sixth match officially began, there were fewer than ten people in the arena; including Wang Feng, there were only eight.

Clearly, two people chose to give up directly.

After all, Wang Feng had won five consecutive matches here, so it was impossible for outsiders not to hear about it.

However, Wang Feng didn't care about any of that. He only had one goal now: to achieve a hundred consecutive wins as soon as possible and challenge the Hell Road.

At first, the people mocked the two for giving up, but as the competition began, they finally understood why two people would rather accept punishment than give up.

Wang Feng launched a relentless attack from the very beginning, catching the seven players off guard.

Wang Feng's attack rhythm suffocated the seven men, who were completely unable to withstand it and were forced to retreat steadily.

"What's going on? How can this guy be so strong!"

"If this continues, we're afraid we'll all be doomed here."

"Think of something quick!"

The seven men were nearly driven mad, but they just couldn't restrain Wang Feng.

Soon after, two people lost their lives, turning the already precarious situation into a disaster.

Wang Feng finished the battle in no time.

"He won again! He set a new record!"

"Incredible! This time, he finished the fight even faster than last time!"

"Where did this monster even come from?! It's terrifying!"

Although everyone thought Wang Feng would win, the result still shocked many people.

What Wang Feng did next surprised everyone even more, as Wang Feng once again sat down cross-legged, waiting for the next match.

In this Slaughter City, there is basically no distinction between day and night; the sky is always dark, as if it might collapse at any moment.

However, everyone has a way of knowing the time of each day, because the ten matches in this Hell Slaughter Arena will last exactly one day, and will never exceed that time, because if they do, someone will directly interfere with the match results.

With less than ten minutes left before the final match, all the spectators stood up.

Because the one still fighting in the arena at this moment is Wang Feng, one against nine.

This was his tenth fight, and everyone knew that, including his opponent in the arena.

In a place where Soul Power cannot be replenished in time, fighting ten battles in a row is something others dare not imagine.

Wang Feng made it to the tenth match, but by then he was clearly at a disadvantage.

What's worse is that there are less than ten minutes left before the end, and if the match isn't over by then, he will be forcibly declared the loser.

Everyone was on tenterhooks, yet also deeply conflicted.

On one hand, they didn't want to see Wang Feng judged as a failure because of time constraints; on the other hand, they hoped that someone like Wang Feng could disappear from the Slaughter City as soon as possible.

Having witnessed Wang Feng's terrifying power, they were even more afraid of encountering Wang Feng.

All nine people on the field were injured to varying degrees, but their attacks on Wang Feng never stopped. However, it was clear from their attacks that none of them were going all out.

They all knew that, given the current situation, if they held out until the time was up, Wang Feng would naturally be judged as a failure.

It won't be easy for them to kill Wang Feng. Although they have the advantage, they know very well that this advantage is not enough for them to kill Wang Feng. Otherwise, they wouldn't have left Wang Feng's life to the referee.

At this moment, Wang Feng's Soul Power was almost exhausted. However, this was not all of his Soul Power, and this was without involving his Third Martial Soul.

The reason he kept dodging and not attacking was to test whether he could survive under these circumstances.

This can be considered a form of self-training, and it also helps to unleash one's potential.

Those people had no idea what kind of beings Wang Feng had faced when he was exhausted of his Soul Power, and they were simply incomparable to him.

The real danger lies in the Soul Beast Forest; if Wang Feng dares to pause even for a moment, he will lose his life.

With less than five minutes left, just as the joy in the hearts of the seven people was growing stronger, Wang Feng suddenly stopped.

The seven people were startled and stopped as well.

Although they held a clear advantage, they dared not be careless.

Wang Feng turned to look at the seven people and chuckled, "I gave you a chance, but unfortunately you didn't seize it."

"Kid, don't get too cocky. Time's almost up, and you're destined to lose."

"This is Hell Slaughter Arena. There can only be one final victor. You don't think that because I lost, you'll all live, do you?"

Wang Feng smiled and stared at the seven people, which immediately made them frown.

Yes!

How could they forget this? They only joined forces to deal with Wang Feng; it doesn't mean that the seven of them were a single entity.

In the end, only one person can remain on the field, meaning that six of them will die.

The seven men began to hesitate, for none of them wanted to die.

"Alright then! Let me help you."

Wang Feng smiled strangely, and his previously depleted Soul Power suddenly surged forth like a spring, instantly filling his body.

"What!"

"How is that possible! You..."

All seven were stunned; none of them could figure out what was going on.

Wang Feng didn't give them a chance to figure out why; his body moved like Gui Mei among the seven people.

"Let's give it our all!"

Someone shouted, "They have no other choice but to either let their opponent die, or they themselves die!"

But who wants to die? So they had no choice but to fight desperately.

Even so, they were no match for Wang Feng, because although their previous expenditure was not large, they were almost completely depleted.

Moreover, even if they had sufficient Soul Power, they were no match for Wang Feng.

As the final moment arrived, the last figure fell, leaving only Wang Feng in the arena.

There were no cheers, because everyone was stunned in the arena, amazed by Wang Feng's performance.

Who could have imagined it would end like this!

"Congratulations to Mr. 8406 for setting a new record in the Hell Slaughter Arena: ten consecutive wins in one day! This is the most dazzling record in the Hell Slaughter Arena since its inception, unmatched by anyone!"

A seductive figure suddenly appeared in mid-air and shouted loudly.

At this moment, everyone gradually realized what was happening.

Before long, the entire arena was filled with Wang Feng's serial number from the Slaughter City.

The figure descended from mid-air, looking at Wang Feng and smiling, "Mr. 8406, congratulations on achieving an incredible feat. The King of Slaughter specifically asked me to tell you that from now on you will have a special privilege in Slaughter City: you can freely enter and exit any part of Slaughter City without the need for Bloody Mary."

Thank you.

Wang Feng smiled and nodded. Although it wasn't of much use to him, it was still the King of Slaughter's intention.

Wang Feng then left the arena, as he needed to return to his residence as soon as possible to recover his depleted Soul Power.