Slaughter God (3)

The nine Wang Feng walked into the arena together. Unlike Wang Feng's previous opponents, they did not surround Wang Feng, but stood directly opposite Wang Feng.

Wang Feng suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the nine people with a slight frown.

The strength of these nine people surprised Wang Feng somewhat.

He clearly sensed an unspoken understanding among the nine people, which gave him a great sense of pressure.

This was absolutely the first time he had encountered something like this, which made him extremely cautious.

"Kid, ninety-nine consecutive wins, I must say you're truly outstanding, but that's where it ends. With us here, no one can earn the title of Slaughter God."

"If you choose to end your own life, perhaps you can do it with some dignity."

The nine men stared at Wang Feng with fierce expressions, talking amongst themselves, completely disregarding Wang Feng.

Wang Feng frowned and gave a cold laugh, saying nothing, but his eyes spoke volumes.

"You ignorant fool, just die!"

One of them roared and instantly closed in on Wang Feng, his fists slamming down.

Wang Feng took a half step back and met the attack with both fists.

Boom!

Their fists collided, and they both staggered back three steps.

"Interesting!"

"So strong!"

Both of them were somewhat surprised by the result, but they quickly came to terms with it.

Those who can stand in this Hell Slaughter Arena either have absolute confidence in themselves or are going there to fight to the death.

"Looks like I need to get serious, or I might really suffer at your hands."

The man looked at Wang Feng with a smile, but the next second his face turned ferocious again, and he charged towards Wang Feng.

Wang Feng remained calm, gripping the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear as he charged forward.

The two instantly grappled, both choosing to attack with all their might, neither holding back. Their previous exchange had already made them clear about each other's strength, and both wanted a swift victory.

"Kid, your strength has indeed surprised me, but that's enough for now. Die!"

The man roared, and a demonic wolf appeared and disappeared behind him, causing the wolf to raise its paw and strike Wang Feng in response.

"Snort!"

Wang Feng sneered and thrust out the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear.

The man was full of confidence and didn't take Wang Feng seriously at all.

However, when his Martial Soul collided with the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear, he truly realized just how terrifying Wang Feng's Martial Soul was.

Before the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear, his Martial Soul was as fragile as a piece of paper, and was pierced directly.

An unprecedented sense of crisis sent chills down his spine, but he was powerless to stop the Black Feather Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear, which was already pressed against his heart.

Pfft!

The Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear pierced the man's chest, and his figure froze at that moment.

"How could this be! You..."

He stared at Wang Feng in disbelief, unable to understand why Wang Feng's Martial Soul was so domineering.

Although his Martial Soul wasn't particularly terrifying, few could surpass him in terms of Martial Soul in this Slaughter City.

But at this moment, Wang Feng's Martial Soul was so terrifyingly overwhelming that it not only shattered his Martial Soul but was also devouring his life force.

He knew very well that he could no longer escape this Hell Slaughter Arena.

Before his companions could react, his life force had been completely drained, and he fell straight down, lifeless.

"What?! How is this possible?!"

"I underestimated this kid's strength!"

The eight people behind them gasped in surprise almost simultaneously; none of them had expected this.

Although they had previously looked down on Wang Feng, they also knew that it was impossible for one person to take Wang Feng down.

However, Wang Feng couldn't possibly let any of them perish in a one-on-one situation; yet, it turned out they had underestimated Wang Feng.

"We can't give this kid another chance! Attack him together!"

The eight people instantly reached a consensus and decisively attacked Wang Feng.

Wang Feng immediately retreated, not taking the attack from the eight people head-on at the first moment.

However, the eight people's coordination was flawless. Each person's attack was coordinated with the others, leaving Wang Feng no chance to make a move and forcing him to defend passively.

Even with Wang Feng's strong defense, it would be difficult to withstand such an intense attack for long.

Wang Feng's previous tactic of using his own Soul Power to buy time was clearly ineffective against these eight people.

However, Wang Feng is no longer the same Wang Feng first entered the Slaughter City.

After withstanding one attack, Wang Feng did not choose to defend himself when the next attack came down. Instead, he attacked while still enduring the attack.

This suicidal fighting style might be acceptable in a one-on-one situation, but when facing an eight-person attack, it's clearly just courting death and completely pointless.

Everyone stared at Wang Feng disbelief, completely baffled as to what he was about to do.

The seven men's attacks landed on Wang Feng one after another, but at that moment, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared, enveloping all eight men, including Wang Feng.

Within the black mist, Wang Feng withstood the attacks of seven people.

At the same time, this method created a loophole in the cooperation between the eight people, and it was this loophole that gave Wang Feng the opportunity to make his move.

Enveloped in the black mist, a sense of fear unconsciously arose in the hearts of the eight people.

Wang Feng instantly approached one of the people and struck him on the chest with his palm.

The seemingly weak palm strike startled the man at first, but then his face filled with shock and fear.

When Wang Feng's palm struck him, there was initially no reaction, as if it were the powerless hand of a child. But in an instant, that inexplicable palm strike revealed its terrifying power.

The man could clearly feel a sudden surge of Soul Power within his body. This Soul Power did not belong to him, yet it completely suppressed his own Soul Power.

Although this sudden surge of Soul Power began to devour his life force at a terrifying rate.

"That's impossible!"

The man cried out in surprise, staring at Wang Feng with a look of terror on his face.

The other seven noticed something was wrong and quickly approached.

However, as soon as they moved, they discovered that their Soul Power was being suppressed, which greatly reduced the strength they could unleash.

But the seven of them couldn't worry about that now; their most important task was to take down Wang Feng.

However, even though their companions were right in front of them, they still couldn't save them in time.

In the blink of an eye, the person was already lifeless.

Something's fishy. We need to find a way out of here.

Someone roared, no longer caring about killing Wang Feng.

They didn't know what the black fog was, but they knew that if they stayed inside, they would all perish there today.

"Let's go! Damn it, where did this black mist come from? Could this guy possibly use Soul Skill?!"

The seven roared in anger, all searching for a way to escape the black mist.