The competition at the Hell Slaughter Soul Arena was still ongoing, with participants arriving early in the waiting area of the Hell Soul Arena.
Ye Feng was in no hurry as he made his way to the VIP room in the waiting area, having procured a duration card that allowed him to stay inside as long as the competition lasted. No one could drive him out!
"Next participant, please enter the arena, number five one four six."
The female host announced to everyone.
This was Ye Feng's first official match, and in the previous match, he had merely been testing the grounds.
So today was his formal debut.
The rules of the competition were already known to him.
That is, each round consisted of ten people in a single match.
He had experienced it firsthand.
"Look, it's that guy again. I saw him in the last match; don't underestimate him just because he's a bit short. The moment you see him unleash his Soul Power, you'll realize he possesses Twin Martial Souls!"
"So what if he has Twin Martial Souls? What's the big deal about that!?"
"You should know that only the one who fights to the end is the true king. Do you think winning the championship of Hell Slaughter City is easy?"
"Now that you mention it, it does seem really tough to claim it, especially with the Hell Envoy around—he probably won't make it to the final match!"
"I think what you guys are saying isn't entirely true. If he really can pull it off, be careful not to slap your own face later."
"What do you mean by that? Are you actually supporting the kid? I'm guessing you must've placed a bet on him, right?"
"Exactly right, I did bet on him, and even if I lose the bet, I don't mind—it's worth the gamble."
The crowd could be seen busily discussing among themselves.
A few spectators glanced at the young man.
Having money is really something, as if others can't afford to bet.
What can they do to him!
"I now declare the start of this round of the competition."
The host announced.
Seated high up in the spectator's stands, everyone's eyes were fixed on the stage!
Ninety percent of the audience had purchased betting tickets.
To them, winning or losing this match was of great importance.
Most people relied on their instincts to place bets, and many bet on Ye Feng, particularly because he performed exceptionally well in the previous match and some spectators had already taken note of him!
Today, the direction of betting seemed to lean more towards Ye Feng's side!
After the announcement by the host.
In just a second, the ten opponents on the stage released their Soul Rings one by one.
Soul Rings normally came in levels: ten years, hundred years, thousand years, ten-thousand years, and hundred-thousand years.
The colors were white, yellow, purple, black, and red, respectively.
In this match, most of the Soul Rings were purple, meaning they were mostly thousand-year Soul Rings!
Generally, it starts from the very basic hundred-thousand-year transformation to red soul rings.
At present, no one had a red Soul Ring!
Most of them were yellow, purple, and black.
But it still depended on the individual's soul power rank and how many Soul Rings they had.
There were differences.
Ye Feng looked at the group of opponents standing in front of him, all of whom were releasing their own Soul Rings.
So, he too released his Soul Rings.
Immediately after, his Twin Martial Souls appeared before everyone's eyes.
His First Martial Soul, Bloodthirsty Demon Scythe.
His second Martial Soul, Lìkōng Bào.
Ye Feng immediately entered the state of readiness.
"Number five one four six is invincible!"
"Number five one four six, fight on!"
The crowd shouted out loud.
It was unexpected that even before the battle reached its climax, chants for number five one six were heard from the audience at the Soul Arena.
The other participants, upon hearing this, were full of indignation!
Why were they cheering for him?
"Beat him bloody, don't let him leave the stage alive," the crowd said.
No sooner had these words been spoken, than they launched their soul skills one after another.
A pair of eyes filled with bloodlust stared intently at them.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Three-Second Deadly Poison."
Ye Feng declared.
To start with the Fourth Soul Skill!
Two black soul rings lit up!
Twinkling in midair!
Ye Feng's back was now flashing with the image of a wolf.
The poison wolf naturally carried a black toxicity.
They were about to be unlucky.
Once you're hit by the soul skill I release, none of you will be able to escape.
See how you're all too full of yourselves!
Ye Feng muttered.
The killing intent in his eyes was very strong.
Everyone's gaze was on Ye Feng.
Those who bet on him also hoped that Ye Feng would win this match.
That way, the money they bet could multiply several times over!
The blade of the Bloodthirsty Demon Scythe was covered in poison!
"Ah, damn it, is this your ultimate move?!"
The man asked.
Indeed, he was too talkative, not having released his most powerful ultimate move yet.
But he was already taken by surprise by Ye Feng's Fourth Soul Skill!
Ambush!
"That's the price for running your mouth!"
Ye Feng then said.
Ye Feng began to speak.
What he couldn't stand the most was people who, despite having a lower soul power rank than himself, still took themselves too seriously.
Too confident by far!
He saw that the man's body was covered in countless cuts.
Not just cuts but also filled with a black, potent poison!
Not everyone could withstand this.
In less than half a minute, the man fell to the ground and didn't get up!
"Are you kidding me, such an intense start to the fight, it's really frightening on their behalf."
The crowd said in puzzled tones.
Now, a loser had emerged in the ring!
Eight contestants remained.
From the looks of the remaining eight contestants, several of them began to panic.
It was the first time they realized that Ye Feng could take down an opponent in a single second!
"Let's all go at once, I can't stand him anymore."
At this moment, a woman said.
She was the only woman in their team.
The woman immediately quickened her pace, flying towards Ye Feng's direction!
Behind Ye Feng.
The woman's speed was indeed quite fast.
Ye Feng noticed.
Wind God's Ghost Steps!
But still, she was slower than Ye Feng, trailing behind him because his speed was too fast, simply impossible to track.
"Bang—"
An explosion sounded.
Ye Feng had already arrived behind everyone.
With the Bloodthirsty Demon Scythe in hand, he swung it a few times in front of the enemies, and under the influence of his strong soul power, the opponents were directly blown away to the edge of the arena.
Below the arena floor lay their bodies!
The crowd looked down at the arena, their faces filled with shock.
The match had ended in less than five seconds.
His speed was unquestionable!
Ye Feng had never lagged behind in terms of time.
In the National Higher Soul Master Competition across the Continent, Ye Feng performed very well with his own abilities.
This time, he finished the first round of the competition in just a few seconds!
"Contestant 5146 wins."
The host announced.
In the distance, a woman's figure appeared, she was observing him all along.
It was said that she would come to watch the competition every time.
She had already won fifteen matches.
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