Anger

The slave mark, like a military character, crisscrossed on the face of this slave martial cultivator, rendering him unrecognizable, his original appearance obscured.

Add to that his disheveled hair and the shackles on his body, and this slave martial cultivator exuded a fierce aura, appearing particularly ferocious.

However, his black eyes were extremely sharp; just a glance was enough to send shivers down one's spine.

"So cold!"

Seeing those black eyes, the crowd shuddered inwardly. The slave martial cultivators in the arena were all desperate individuals, constantly teetering on the edge of life and death, highly formidable. If one could enlist their services, it would be very beneficial. Therefore, whenever a slave martial cultivator from the arena appeared in the auction, it would invariably spark a fierce bidding war.

Lin Feng furrowed his brows slightly, finding the methods quite cruel. He wondered where these slaves had come from; to brand them with the slave mark on their faces, completely changing their appearance, even if they escaped, they would never be able to live openly, only able to exist in darkness.

"This slave has reached the third level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, with a record of sixteen victories. Those who defeat him in the arena at the same level will be rewarded with twenty medium-grade elemental stones. As for those below the third level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, victory will earn them one hundred medium-grade elemental stones."

The old man leading the slave martial cultivator into the arena announced, causing a stir among the crowd. Although the slave martial cultivator had sixteen victories, twelve fewer than the Scorpion Tiger, the reward for defeating him was the same. From this, it could be seen that the people in charge of the arena were more confident in this slave martial cultivator than they were in the Scorpion Tiger.

"Baize, also at the third level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, just like you."

At this moment, a young man in yellow not far behind Lin Feng said to Baize, causing Baize to focus his gaze, ponder for a moment, then nod and say, "I'll go."

"Good." A hint of a smile appeared on the young man in yellow's face. Baize stood up, walked to the steps, took a few strides, and reached outside the cage, nodding slightly at the old man.

The old man, seeing Baize's furrowed brow, said, "This slave martial cultivator is very powerful. Are you sure you want to fight him?"

"Yes." Baize nodded decisively. Only then did the old man allow Baize to enter the arena.

"Hmph."

Above the stands, Wen AoXue snorted coldly, seeming somewhat displeased.

Lin Feng was also puzzled. The old man had actually reminded Baize. When he entered the cage to fight the Scorpion Tiger, no one had reminded him how formidable the Scorpion Tiger was.

"Lin Feng, that slave martial cultivator is in for a tough time."

Wen AoXue said, making Lin Feng look at him strangely and ask, "How do you know? I've seen his strength, and it's nothing special. I don't think he's necessarily a match for this slave martial cultivator."

"Baize has almost no chance of winning, but do you know who is in charge of this arena?"

Wen AoXue said again, causing Lin Feng to focus, looking at Wen AoXue in surprise.

"The arena is now under the control of the Bai family, precisely Baize's family."

Wen AoXue said indifferently, causing Lin Feng's gaze to tremble. No wonder the old man had reminded Baize. So that's how it is. Here, it's actually controlled by Baize's family.

"With so many eyes watching the arena, if Baize is not strong enough, can they still tamper with it?"

"Hehe, you underestimate these nobles too much. They always focus on the end goal and not the process." Wen AoXue chuckled lightly, looking as if he had everything figured out.

In the arena, the slave martial cultivator, upon seeing Baize enter, immediately released a fierce aura, extremely cold.

The eyes hidden behind the messy hair were chilling, causing Baize to tremble slightly in his heart.

"Die!"

The slave martial cultivator spat out a cold word, his body rushing towards Baize. Everyone who entered the arena was there to take his life; either Baize would die, or he would.

The iron chains locking him suddenly danced in the air, like a venomous snake spear, whistling towards Baize.

"So fast."

Baize saw the iron chain coming at him, dodged it, and at the same time, a strong wind blew, making Baize incredibly agile, moving with the wind.

"Hurricane Martial Spirit."

Lin Feng saw a phantom of a hurricane appear behind Baize and whispered. Last time, Baize was extremely arrogant, boasting about how he was a genius, but in the end, he didn't even manage to block a single move from Lin Feng, not to mention releasing his martial spirit. He was slapped resoundingly, and yet, at less than eighteen years old, in many other places, even in the Cloud Sea Sect, he would be considered a genius. But here, in the Imperial City, the land of geniuses, there were many people better than Baize. Therefore, he couldn't be called a genius.

The slave martial cultivator didn't even look at Baize, his eyes still deep and cold. The chain in his hand trembled slightly, sweeping out with a domineering air.

"So domineering."

Baize's eyes trembled, not daring to take it head-on. He retreated again, and at this moment, a slightly illusory vine appeared silently, instantly entwining Baize's body. The chain turned into a long spear once again, stabbing directly at Baize's heart.

There was no unnecessary movement, each move put Baize in a deadly situation.

Baize's pupils contracted, struggling, his palms trembling violently. A hurricane full of killing intent rolled towards the chain, dust filling the air.

However, just then, Baize suddenly felt an immense force coming from the vine, dragging his body forward, making him lunge forward. The slave martial cultivator, using Baize's body, drew a perfect arc and appeared directly to the side of Baize, the long spear of the chain attacking.

"So strong."

There were exclamations from the stands. The slave martial cultivator's control was too strong, every move seemed calculated, swift, efficient, and deadly.

As for Lin Feng, his brows were tightly furrowed. This was the Vine Martial Spirit; he had seen it before on Han Man's friend, Po Jun.

"Po Jun, Jun, slave!"

Lin Feng's gaze flickered, staring fixedly at the slave martial cultivator. Could it be a coincidence? The opponent merely possessed the same martial spirit and was named after a military character?

"Crack!"

In the arena, Baize struggled to defend, but he couldn't withstand the impact of the long spear chain. His chest took a heavy blow, and his body flew backward.

The slave martial cultivator's body trembled, holding the long spear chain, directly rushing at Baize. Only by killing the opponent could the arena match end, and he could

 avoid death.

"Stop."

Just then, a loud shout rang out, causing the slave martial cultivator to stiffen, his footsteps stopping, his sharp gaze fixed on the approaching old man.

"This fight ends here."

The old man said indifferently, causing the crowd to freeze. Ends here?

In the arena, only when one side died would the match end; this was the rule of the arena. How could it end here?

"It seems that the person fighting in the arena and the old man have a close relationship!"

The crowd recalled the old man's reminder to Baize earlier and couldn't help but speculate. This was the only possibility.

"The fight is not over yet; how can it end here."

A hoarse voice came from the slave martial cultivator's mouth, staring at the old man.

The old man raised an eyebrow, then his eyes showed a hint of coldness. How could a slave dare to refute him?

"Since you want to fight, then I'll fulfill your wish." The old man's smile was sinister as he shouted, "Release the Barbaric Beast."

As his words fell, at another opening in the cage, a middle-aged man slowly appeared in the eyes of the crowd.

What shocked the crowd was that this middle-aged man was actually riding on a figure. This figure had hands and feet, clearly a human, but he crawled out with both hands and feet, and his limbs and throat were firmly tied with iron chains. The other end of the chain was held in the middle-aged man's hand.

"Jun, among the many slaves, besides the Barbaric Beast, you are the most difficult to tame. Now you can see for yourself what the fate of the Barbaric Beast is. It has been tamed into a beast. Today, I want you to fight the Barbaric Beast. The winner lives, the loser dies!"

The old man said coldly, causing Jun's eyes to glare at him, as if he wanted to swallow him whole. He was actually going to fight the Barbaric Beast, these beasts!

The Barbaric Beast lying on the ground heard this and raised its head, its gaze as vicious as a wild beast, extremely malevolent.

Seeing the Barbaric Beast raise its head, in the stands where Lin Feng was, an extremely chilling aura spread wildly.