142: C142 Crazy Fury

C142 Crazy Fury

This "Army" slave imprint intersected on the face of the slave Martial Cultivator, causing him to be unable to see his original face clearly, and was unable to discern his original appearance.

Adding on his disheveled hair and the cuffs on his body, the slave Martial Cultivator gave off a vicious aura, making him look especially sinister.

However, that pair of black eyes were incomparably sharp. Just the gaze alone was enough to cause one's hair to stand on end.

"So cold!"

When the crowd saw that pair of eyes, their hearts trembled. The slave Martial Cultivator s within the Imprisonment Battle Arena were all death slave Martial Cultivator s, who had spent their days on the edge of life and death, and were extremely formidable. If they could be of use to themselves, it would not be bad at all.

Lin Feng frowned slightly. What a cruel method, he did not know where these slaves came from, but they actually had to brand a slave imprint on their face, their entire person had become unrecognizable. Even if they managed to escape, they wouldn't be able to behave themselves properly in the future, and would only be able to live in the darkness.

"This slave's Third Level of Spiritual Martial Stage has a record of sixteen victories, and a prisoner of the same level, if he wins, he will be rewarded with twenty Middle Grade Elemental Stone. As for a prisoner of the same level and below, he will be rewarded with a hundred Middle Grade Elemental Stone."

The eyes of the crowd focused. A sixteen win slave Martial Cultivator would win twelve rounds less than a scorpion tiger, but if a prisoner were to win, the rewards would be the same. From this, it could be seen that the confidence a slave Martial Cultivator had, was stronger than a scorpion tiger.

"Bai Ze, your Third Level of Spiritual Martial Stage cultivation is the same as yours."

At this time, a young man in yellow not too far behind Lin Feng said to Bai Ze.'s eyes focused for a moment as he muttered to himself for a bit, then nodded and said, "I'll go."

"Alright." The yellow-clothed youth revealed a smile, Bai Ze stood up and went to the staircase, with a few steps, he arrived outside the cage and nodded slightly to the old man.

When the old man saw Bai Ze's frown, he said: "This Martial Cultivator slave is very powerful, are you sure you want to go to prison?"

"Yes." Bai Ze nodded with certainty, only then did the old man let Bai Ze step into the Imprisonment Battle Arena.

"Hmph."

In the audience, Wen Aoxue gave a cold snort, as if he was somewhat unhappy.

Lin Feng also found it strange that the old man would actually remind Bai Ze that when he first entered the prison and engaged the Scorpion Tiger, no one had reminded him that the Scorpion Tiger was very powerful.

"Lin Feng, that slave Martial Cultivator is in trouble."

Wen Aoxue said, causing Lin Feng to look at him strangely, and asked: "How do you know? I have seen his strength before, there's nothing special about it, I think he might not be a match for this Martial Cultivator slave."

"Bai Ze basically has no chance of winning, but, do you know who is responsible for this Imprisonment Battle Arena?"

Wen Aoxue said again, causing Lin Feng's gaze to congeal as he looked at Wen Aoxue with astonishment.

"The current Imprisonment Battle Arena is the responsibility of the Bai Family. It's precisely Bai Ze's family."

Wen Aoxue said indifferently, causing Lin Feng's gaze to tremble. No wonder the old man reminded Bai Ze, so that's how it is.

"With so many pairs of eyes watching us with Imprisonment Battle Arena, if Bai Ze was weak, could it be that they would be able to do something?"

"Hehe, you're underestimating these nobles. They only care about their targets and not the process." Wen Aoxue laughed indifferently, as if he understood what was going on.

At this time, within the Imprisonment Battle Arena, the slave Martial Cultivator saw Bai Ze walking in, and a vicious aura immediately burst out from his body.

Those eyes which were slightly blocked by the messy hair on his head were ice-cold to the bone, causing Bai Ze's heart to slightly tremble.

"Die!"

From the mouth of the slave Martial Cultivator, he spat out a word of gloominess, and directly pounced towards Bai Ze. Anyone who entered the Imprisonment Battle Arena were all people who wanted his life, and either would die because of Bai Ze, or him.

The iron chains that were locking him suddenly danced in the air, like a viper spear, piercing towards Bai Ze with a whistling sound.

"So fast."

When Bai Ze saw the iron chain piercing towards him, he dodged. At the same time, a gale blew and Bai Ze became extremely nimble, moving with the wind.

"Hurricane Martial Soul."

Last time, Bai Ze was extremely arrogant, describing how talented he was. However, in the end, he did not even manage to catch one of Lin Feng's finger, nor did he have the time to release a Martial Soul. That slap, was very loud and clear.

However, with Bai Ze's age of less than eighteen, in many other places, and even in the Cloud Sea Sect, he could be considered a genius. But here, in the Imperial City, where geniuses gathered, there were a lot of people more outstanding than Bai Ze.

The slave Martial Cultivator did not even look at Bai Ze, his eyes still as deep and cold as ever. The chain in his hand trembled slightly, and swept out, whistling through the air.

"How overbearing."

Bai Ze's gaze trembled, he did not dare to receive it head-on, and his body retreated once again. At this moment, a slightly illusory vine silently appeared and instantly wrapped around Bai Ze's body, and the chain once again transformed into a spear that pierced towards Bai Ze's heart.

Without making any unnecessary movements, every move killed Bai Ze.

Bai Ze's pupils contracted, his body struggled, his hands fiercely shook, and a gust of wind filled with killing intent swept towards the chain, causing dust to fill the sky.

However, right at this moment, Bai Ze suddenly felt an incomparably huge force coming from the vine, pulling his body forward, causing him to rush forward, while the slave Martial Cultivator used Bai Ze's body to create a perfect arc and appeared at Bai Ze's side.

"So powerful."

Exclamations came from the spectators. This slave Martial Cultivator's control was too strong.

As for Lin Feng, his brows were knitted tightly. That was a vine Martial Soul, he had seen this kind of Martial Soul before, Han Man's friend, had this kind of Martial Soul.

"Po Jun, Army, Slaves!"

Lin Feng's eyes flickered, staring straight at the slave Martial Cultivator, could this be a coincidence? The other side only had the same Martial Soul, and also had the name "Army"?

"Puchi!"

In the midst of the Imprisonment Battle Arena, Bai Ze hurriedly blocked, but how could he possibly defend against the impact of the long spear and chain?

The slave Martial Cultivator's body trembled, carrying his long spear with chains as he pounced towards Bai Ze. Only by killing the opponent would the imprisonment be over, and he would not die.

"Stop."

Just at this moment, a fierce shout sounded out, causing the slave Martial Cultivator's body to stiffen. He stopped in his tracks, and looked at the old man who walked over with a sharp gaze.

"This battle shall come to an end."

The old man spoke in an indifferent tone, causing the eyes of the crowd to freeze.

Just like Imprisonment Battle Arena, only the death of one party would count as the end.

"It seems like this prisoner has quite a deep relationship with the old man!"

The crowd thought about the old man's reminder to Bai Ze and could not help but to guess that it was the only possibility.

"The prison battle isn't over yet. How can we end it here?"

A hoarse voice came out of the slave Martial Cultivator's mouth as he stared at the old man.

The old man's brows twitched, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes. A slave actually dared to refute him?

"Since you want to be imprisoned, I'll grant you that wish." The elder smiled sinisterly and shouted, "Let the savage beast in."

As the old man's voice faded, a middle-aged man slowly appeared in the eyes of the crowd at another hole in the cage.

What caused the eyes of the crowd to freeze was, this middle-aged man that just appeared, he actually rode out on top of a figure, this figure had hands and feet, it was actually a human, only, he climbed out using his hands and feet, moreover, his four limbs and throat were all firmly shackled, the other end of the chain was held in the palm of this middle-aged man.0

Amongst all the slaves, aside from the savage beasts, you are the one who has the hardest time taming the army. And now, you have witnessed it yourself, this is what happens to the savage beasts.

The old man spoke sinisterly. At this moment, the soldier's eyes were staring at him coldly, as though he wanted to swallow him whole. He actually wanted him to duel with the barbarians, this group of beasts!

Hearing this, Man Man, who was lying on the ground, raised her head and glared at the old man with a beast-like gaze.

Upon seeing this savage beast raise its head, an incomparably cold aura frantically spread out from the viewing platform and Lin Feng's position!

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