Ye Feng came to Slaughter City not just to partake in this year's championship competition at the Slaughter Soul Arena, but also to refine his own abilities. Given that the participants from Slaughter City were all exceptionally strong, he would definitely not miss such an excellent opportunity to have a good bout with his opponents.
He wanted to prove that coming to Slaughter City was the right choice.
"The match has concluded, number 5144 is the victor, totaling thirty-six victories," the host announced to the audience.
The voice was transmitted from the big screen, and Ye Feng's expression was intently fixed on the content displayed.
Among ten people, only one can be victorious, meaning that every group of ten competitors, the winner has the ability to absorb the Soul Power of the losers. This is the rule of combat in the Slaughter Arena.
Ye Feng watched with his own eyes as the victor of this match absorbed the loser's Soul Power into his own body.
From his expression, it was evident that he was extremely excited at that moment.
So, the victor could absorb the loser's Soul Power; he had not expected that the rules laid down by the Slaughter Arena would be so tyrannical!
For the losers, the reality was indeed quite cruel.
They could only follow the Slaughter Soul Arena competition rules, and even if they had objections, it was impossible to convince the upper committee that established the rules!
They could only comply with the competition rules.
Today's competition was not yet his turn to compete.
His number was 5146, which meant there was one more participant before him.
He would be notified in advance by the broadcast announcer when it was his turn.
After all, having spent a hefty sum to access the VIP lounge, naturally, the service had to be impeccable.
This was nearly consistent with most Soul Fighting arenas; they differed only in the level of fees charged.
"Today's competition has ended, and tomorrow's competition will continue," the host stated.
The participant numbered 5144, having won, could immediately participate in the next match.
Any competitor who can consecutively defeat over a hundred matches is deemed the champion.
According to what's known, the current top-ranked player in the Hell Slaughter Arena has only participated in sixty-seven matches.
Each win adds another year to one's life!
If one loses, however, their Soul Power is rapidly absorbed by their opponent, and subsequently, they perish.
Winning over a hundred matches is not as simple as it seems!
Perhaps, before taking the championship in Slaughter City, one might have to stay for a year or two.
After all, over a hundred matches were not a matter to take lightly.
In their spare time, they needed to keep training continuously to secure the championship successfully.
Thus, Ye Feng left the VIP lounge, as today's competitions had already concluded.
He wanted to casually stroll outside, find some food to fill his stomach, and then look for a place to stay.
Quickly after exiting the lounge, Ye Feng saw a familiar silhouette sitting on the sofa, lost in thought.
Wearing a light blue cloak and a mask, as if afraid of being recognized as who he really was.
But no matter how much he tried to disguise his identity, Ye Feng saw through it at a glance.
"Yo, isn't this Tang San? Totally unexpected to run into you here. You look like you're here to watch the matches, right?" Ye Feng said, observing that his appearance didn't seem like that of a competitor.
What he really wanted to say was that based on his understanding of Tang San, it would be impossible for him to win a hundred matches.
Moreover, with Ye Feng present, it would be very difficult to take the championship.
"Tang San, this isn't a place for you. I advise you to go back honestly. This place is extremely dangerous, and with your abilities, it would be better not to register. It would only embarrass your father," Ye Feng said to Tang San with a sarcastic posture.
He was deliberately trying to provoke the other party, as he had always been annoyed by Tang San's manner, which was extremely detestable.
"I am here to participate in the competition at the Hell Slaughter Arena. You have no right to interfere with my choice, nor do you have the right to stand here and lecture me," Tang San declared assertively.
Staring with eyes full of intent to kill, he wished he could immediately deal with the man before him!
He detested the man before him, having lost to him in every single match.
If he really ended up facing Ye Feng this time, he would just have to resign himself to seeing it through to the end!
"Haha, I must not be hearing things wrong, you've actually signed up, how commendable for your bravery. You still have a lot of confidence in yourself, don't you? Just like when you were a child, never thinking of yourself as a loser, always believing you're all that. But every single time you compete against me, you still end up defeated by me. I even feel like you'll forever be a loser,"
Ye Feng taunted Tang San with a sneer.
Ye Feng's smiling expression was watching Tang San's laughable state.
At that moment, Tang San's eyes were filled with extreme anger as he glared at Ye Feng.
His hands were gripping his fists tightly.
There was a hint of blood in his gaze.
Rage consumed his heart!
Although what Ye Feng said was true, that he was no match for Ye Feng's strength, he never once admitted defeat!
In the presence of the strong, he would never confess to being weak!
"Hmph, a loser? I've never considered myself a loser. I, Tang San, can accept defeat and let go, but I can also defeat you. Don't get too pleased with yourself, sooner or later you will fall at my hands."
"I will show you just how formidable I, Tang San, am, and I'll keep my word!"
Tang San stated with a displeased manner.
"I hope not to see you in the next match, if you really end up being my opponent, that means your luck is just too good, and by then, you don't need to thank me!"
Ye Feng told him.
Among every ten people in a round, he was sure Tang San would be one of them!
That was undeniable.
Their face-to-face battle would definitely be spectacular.
"I fear nothing. When have I, Tang San, ever been scared of you? Even if we face off in the first round, you will be miserably defeated,"
Tang San declared.
"That's quite the big talk. I think we should settle this now, I'm free at the moment. How about we spar and see just how strong you really are?"
"Hiss—"
Ye Feng's Martial Soul, First Martial Soul Bloodthirsty Demon Scythe, was faintly revealing itself.
Tang San saw it.
It seemed like a fight was unavoidable this time.
Ye Feng, that brat, was deliberately looking for trouble with him!
Even constantly mocking his abilities as inferior to his own.
That was the plain truth.
"Very well! If that's the case, this isn't the right place. Let's go outside to find an empty spot and have a proper sparring session. I'll make you admit my strength with your own lips, not just by blowing your own trumpet,"
Ye Feng said with a serious look on his face.
The opportunity had come again.
Ye Feng could take this chance for revenge.
This time, without Tang Hao's secret protection, who knows what sorry state Tang San would end up in!
This only went to show that when you're out in the world, you have to rely on yourself, even your own parents can't help you!
So they found a deserted place, outside Slaughter City.
It was unexpected to find such an ideal spot.
At least there wouldn't be any ruffians cropping up to disturb their performance!
Because they were about to have a man-to-man showdown.
The sky grew increasingly gloomy.
The temperature around them began to drop steadily.
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