diskusbooks Chapter 270 Anyone who dares to leave the arena prematurely, I will kill them along with their teach
Chapter 270 Anyone who dares to leave the arena prematurely, I will kill them along with their teach
Lin Feng rushed to the side of a black-clad swordsman and thrust his sword, Pingdeng, straight at the man's throat.
The man quickly retreated.
The sword energy of the Equal Sword extended more than three inches, piercing the man's throat and killing him instantly.
Lin Feng didn't stop, he moved to the side and slashed at a man's waist, but the man blocked with his sword.
Bang, splat.
The man, along with his knife, was cut in two by Lin Feng.
The others also realized that things were not good; Lin Feng's movements were unpredictable and impossible to defend against.
If Lin Feng continues killing like this, everyone will die.
Several people shouted at the same time.
"If we all act together, we'll all die if we drag this out."
"Let's all join forces; the fewer people left, the less chance we have of winning."
"Don't hold back, this kid's title of 'killer of ten thousand men' is not just for show."
"I'll kill whoever doesn't make a move."
More than a dozen people attacked Lin Feng, unleashing sword light, knife aura, claw shadows, and hidden weapons all at once.
Lin Feng easily dodged with his Flying Fire Meteor. Lin Feng's movements were too fast; these people couldn't even lock onto him.
Hong Batian, standing on the stands, smiled and said, "I didn't expect my junior brother to have this skill. With such agility, no matter how many people there are, they can't do anything to him."
Wu Jinlei nodded, "After Junior Brother finishes this match, I'll shamelessly ask him to pass on this movement technique to me."
Zhu Linghua shook his head and said, "Junior Brother's movement technique is extraordinary. He must have comprehended some kind of artistic conception or ultimate move."
I can pass on the techniques to you, but you can only comprehend the essence and ultimate moves yourself. Even with these techniques, you still can't catch up with your junior brother.
My junior brother's comprehension is too strong, far surpassing that of us senior brothers and sisters.
"Learn it first, then we'll talk about it."
The two disciples from the sect leader's lineage standing on the three-story tower stared intently at Lin Feng.
"This person's movement technique is amazing. I saw the shadows of more than a dozen movement techniques in his movements."
“I saw more than twenty kinds. I really don’t know how he managed to integrate so many movement techniques into one. This person’s comprehension surpasses that of you and me.”
"Why don't we ask the teacher to take him under his wing and train him properly?"
The slightly more mature, short and stout young man among the two said, "This person has a master, so he probably won't switch to another sect."
Regardless, this person is from the Sword Sect.
Before the great calamity descends, as long as he survives, his teacher will definitely give him some guidance; neither of us needs to worry about it.
Lin Feng's figure flashed like lightning on the arena, each flash taking a life.
In less than a minute, Lin Feng had killed more than thirty people.
These people on the stage are all top-notch martial artists, each with extraordinary talent.
The Demon Spirit Blood-Drinking Sword drank deeply of the blood of these people, its blade emitting an eerie red light, like a crimson venomous snake constantly slithering along with the forest wind.
The people on the arena realized that their true qi martial arts were unable to lock onto Lin Feng, and they began to panic.
Continuing like this will only lead to being passively attacked, and some people have even resorted to group attacks without regard for the consequences.
"Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle!"
Suddenly, a man shouted and jumped into the air, throwing hidden weapons downwards with both hands.
Swish swish, swish swish.
Hundreds and thousands of fine needles, as thin as cow hair, rained down.
Lin Feng exerted force with his feet, his body leaving afterimages on the arena as he dodged all the hidden weapons.
The other martial artists around him weren't so lucky.
Ahhh.
After a series of screams, more than a dozen martial artists lay on the ground.
"The hidden weapon is poisoned. You up there, get the antidote quickly."
The person who jumped up and launched hidden weapons seemed to be in a bloodthirsty frenzy; not only did he not take the antidote, he continued to launch hidden weapons.
Whoosh, snap.
A claw-like shadow flew into the sky, pressed down on the head of the person who had released the hidden weapon, and then suddenly withdrew, ripping off the person's skull.
The man's eyes immediately lost their luster, and he fell from the sky.
A group of people immediately rushed to the person's side and began searching.
"It's so itchy, where's the antidote?"
"Find the antidote quickly."
Those who were hit by the hidden weapon only suffered minor injuries, but the poison on the weapon caused unbearable itching. If they could not get rid of the poison in a short time, they would definitely lose their lives.
Lin Feng charged towards those who had been hit by the hidden weapons.
If these people are poisoned to death, they won't be able to accumulate experience for the Equal Sword. It's better to let them die by our own hand.
Lin Feng rushed over and swiftly dispatched several martial artists who had been hit by hidden weapons with a few sword strikes.
The martial artists who were hit by the hidden weapons were unable to put up an effective resistance. They were too busy scratching themselves to fight back.
This poison is interesting. Lin Feng took a moment to pick up a poison needle and put it into his storage space. He would try to decompose this poison after he finished injecting it.
After a dozen or so breaths, Lin Feng easily killed all the poisoned martial artists.
In the blink of an eye, only fifty-odd people remained on the field.
The remaining people were all renowned martial arts geniuses in their respective sects, and were the objects of their teachers' affection. Yet, at this moment, they were all filled with fear.
On this stage, Lin Feng has been teaching them how to be good people, letting them experience what overwhelming strength truly means.
If they hadn't met Lin Feng, they would never have imagined that someone among the acquired martial artists could be so powerful.
An old man holding a large knife stood up from the stands.
He shouted towards the battle stage, "Ah Sheng, get off the stage! You're no match for them, don't fight them anymore!"
Upon hearing this, the young man called Ah Sheng wanted to step down.
Mr. Hong burst into laughter, which made the entire stands vibrate and everyone felt as if a thunderclap had exploded in their ears.
"If you can beat my disciple, you want to kill him for benefits."
You think you can just step down and leave because you can't beat my disciple? There's no such thing as a free lunch.
They signed a life-or-death waiver: either win or die.
"Anyone who dares to step down prematurely will have their teachers and friends killed."
With a clang, Mr. Hong pulled out the sword from the back of his wheelchair, placed it on his lap, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Mr. Hong's move stunned everyone on and off the stage.
Even Dai Tianshou, the head of the Dai family, had to admit Mr. Hong's strength. Old Monster Hong was suffering from the cold poison and wouldn't live for many more years. Even a fierce beast would fight to the death, let alone a hero like Old Monster Hong.
It's best to avoid a direct confrontation with Old Monster Hong, lest he launch a last-ditch counterattack.
People from the Ji family of Tianjian Peak, the Huo family of Leijian Peak, and other sects in the stands were also stunned by Mr. Hong.
They thought that Mr. Hong was nearing his end and could not protect his disciple, which was why he allowed Lin Feng to participate in this unfair duel. They couldn't help but underestimate Yun Jianfeng.
But things were not like that at all.
First, Lin Feng went on stage and wreaked havoc, then Mr. Hong displayed his profound inner strength and suppressed the entire audience.
The old man with the large knife was still somewhat unwilling to give up.
He said to Mr. Hong, "Old Master Hong, we are all friends in the martial arts world, with no past grudges or recent feuds. Please give me some face and let my son withdraw from this martial arts competition."
Mr. Hong raised his hand, and a sword light shot towards the old man holding the broadsword with lightning speed.
The old man raised his knife to parry.
Bang! A fist-sized hole was pierced through the old man's broadsword, and the sword light pierced through the broadsword and struck the old man's head.
The old man's head exploded like a watermelon; he was dead beyond any doubt.
Mr. Hong's hair and beard moved without wind, making him look like a lion.
"Noise!"
Mr. Hong uttered two words and then closed his eyes.
Wu Jinlei said, "Once you step onto the arena, don't say you're a friend of Yun Jianfeng."
Zhu Linghua waved his hand, and one thousand of his three thousand armored soldiers were archers who drew their bows and shot arrows.
Whoosh whoosh.
Arrows imbued with true energy shot towards the disciples of the old man who had just wielded the knife, like wasps.
After a series of screams, the old man with the knife and his group were wiped out by Yun Jianfeng.
The other sects in the stands felt a chill run down their spines.
They had thought the Dai family would stand up for them, but the Dai family remained unmoved.
They thought that Old Man Hung's side would cower in fear, but instead, he slaughtered everyone, even those in the stands. He was incredibly ruthless.
They began to worry about whether they could safely descend the mountain.