Slave mark

"I'll take this combat!" 

Lin Feng's voice was not too loud, but clear enough for everyone to hear.

The crowd looked at Lin Feng with a hint of surprise in their eyes. What a handsome young man! He actually wants to fight the Scorpion Tiger?

It can be said that everyone who enters the prison for combat is not weak. They don't joke about their lives; they only do so when they are reasonably confident. However, even so, twenty-eight people have died at the hands of the Scorpion Tiger. From this, we can see how powerful the Scorpion Tiger is.

It's difficult for a martial cultivator at the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm to defeat the Scorpion Tiger.

As for those below the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, there's no need to consider it. That's why the other party dares to offer the sky-high price of one hundred medium-grade elemental stones; it's impossible for anyone to obtain it.

Bai Ze and others saw Lin Feng stand up, revealing a hint of cold smile. It seems that another disciple from the Star System will die in the combat arena.

"It's a pity. Those who want to see Black Demon humiliate him will probably be disappointed."

The young man in yellow smiled coldly. Lin Feng, actually challenging the Scorpion Tiger, is seeking death.

"A commoner is just a commoner. For the sake of mere elemental stones, they disregard their lives. But that worthless life is not worth much."

Lin Feng's gaze shifted to the young man in yellow, his eyes showing a hint of playfulness.

"The Prison Arena allows combat between people. They provide the prison. Do you want to try it with me?"

Lin Feng's voice was as loud as the young man in yellow's. The young man's words were heard by many, and so were Lin Feng's.

The young man's face stiffened, unable to retort.

"You dare not fight, what nonsense are you spouting? Useless, besides talking big, what else can you do?"

Lin Feng's tone was full of sarcasm, making the young man in yellow's gaze freeze. Sensing the strange looks around him, he exuded a cold aura, glaring at Lin Feng.

"Bringing disgrace upon oneself!"

Aodong Xue smiled faintly, her voice particularly harsh.

Ignoring the other party, Lin Feng took a step forward and walked to the old man outside the prison door.

The old man immediately opened the prison door and let Lin Feng in.

Stepping into the prison, Lin Feng immediately felt a suppressed atmosphere, as if he were imprisoned in a cage, which was very uncomfortable.

Seeing Lin Feng walk in, the Scorpion Tiger immediately let out a low roar.

Spiritual demonic beasts already have wisdom. They are very aware of who their enemies are and know that as long as they don't kill Lin Feng, they will die themselves.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, emitting sharp cold light, the Scorpion Tiger's body slowly wriggled towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng calmly took a step towards the Scorpion Tiger, his steps steady, his eyes calm, without a hint of nervousness.

At this moment, the Scorpion Tiger's massive body suddenly leaped up and pounced towards Lin Feng. Compared to its previous wriggling, it was much faster.

"Eight Desolation Palm!"

Lin Feng's hands trembled, and suddenly, palm prints filled the sky, roaring out. With his extraordinary comprehension of martial arts, even a casual strike from Lin Feng is enough to kill an ordinary martial cultivator at the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm.

Seeing the sky filled with palm prints attacking, the Scorpion Tiger did not dodge or avoid them. Its scythe-like claws cut through many palm prints, incredibly sharp.

Of course, not all of the Eight Desolation Palm prints could be broken by the Scorpion Tiger. Many palm prints still struck it, causing the Scorpion Tiger to emit several low roars, and its massive body also landed on the ground. However, to Lin Feng's surprise, despite being directly attacked by the Eight Desolation Palm, the Scorpion Tiger did not suffer any damage.

"It truly has a monstrous defense."

Lin Feng thought to himself, realizing why it could kill twenty-eight martial cultivators.

A deep roar came from the Scorpion Tiger's mouth, its small eyes becoming even colder, its body trembling, and its massive body once again pounced towards Lin Feng.

This time, Lin Feng did not use the Eight Desolation Palm. Instead, he raised his palm, and suddenly, a white sword aura in his hand flickered, locking onto the Scorpion Tiger's body.

"Roar..."

Sensing this sharp sword aura, the Scorpion Tiger let out a loud roar in the air. Its scythe-like claws, like sharp blades, cut towards Lin Feng's head.

If it were hit, Lin Feng's body would probably be instantly cut in half.

At this moment, Lin Feng's footsteps slightly shifted, his body leaning to avoid being completely within the Scorpion Tiger's attack range. His palm, at this moment, slowly lifted and aimed at the Scorpion Tiger's scythe-like claw.

"What is he doing?"

"He's using his palm against the Scorpion Tiger's claw? This guy is insane; he's doomed."

The crowd's expressions froze when they saw this scene. Many of them had witnessed the Scorpion Tiger's battles, and many had been directly gutted by the Scorpion Tiger's scythe-like claws. Those claws were sharper than swords.

At this moment, Lin Feng's palm finally collided with the Scorpion Tiger's scythe-like claw. The fluctuating sword aura burst out with a brilliant white light.

To the shock of the crowd, not only was Lin Feng's palm unscathed, but the Scorpion Tiger also let out a low, painful roar, as if in great pain.

"How is this possible? How can his palm be sharper than the Scorpion Tiger's claw?"

The crowd's eyes trembled, showing an incredulous expression.

At this moment, Lin Feng's body moved closer, preparing to engage in close combat with the monster Scorpion Tiger. Another palm strike, directly slashing towards the Scorpion Tiger, fast as lightning and swift as thunder.

"Crack!"

A sound of bone cracking rang out, and brown blood splattered. A deep blood mark appeared on the Scorpion Tiger's body, cut open by Lin Feng's palm.

"What a terrifying palm strength. That flickering white light is the Sword Intent, sharper than a sword!"

The crowd looked at Lin Feng in shock. This young man was too terrifying. Before, no martial cultivator at the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm had been able to break the Scorpion Tiger's defense no matter what they tried, yet Lin Feng did it effortlessly.

On the stands, Bai Ze, the young man in yellow, and others also fixed their gazes on him, their faces grim. They had never expected Lin Feng to be so powerful.

"Indeed, he actually hid his strength that day!"

Bai Ze's eyes twitched. He found himself ridiculous. That day, he had called Lin Feng a commoner and looked down on him. Now, he realized that Lin Feng's achievements in martial arts were far superior to his. He couldn't compare at all.

Lin Feng naturally didn't pay attention to the thoughts of the crowd at this moment. His mind was completely focused on the Scorpion Tiger, or rather, on his palm. The sword intent, sword aura, and sword qi merged into one, turning his palm into a sword. Although not as terrifying as using a real sword, its power was still extremely strong.

Every time Lin Feng's palm struck down, it would bring up a splash of blood, leaving a mark on the Scorpion Tiger's body.

"Roar..."

Before long, the Scorpion Tiger's body was covered in bloodstains, emitting a crazy roar.

"I won't play with you anymore."

Lin Feng's eyes flashed, his body once again closing in. Immediately, a palm strike descended, a dazzling aura covering his palm like an ethereal sword. This sword strike split the Scorpion Tiger's head directly, instantly killing it, causing everyone's gaze to focus on that spot.

"Phew..." The crowd took a deep breath, thinking to themselves, "What a monstrous strength. Just now, he was actually using the Scorpion Tiger to practice his swordsmanship."

"You win. Here are twenty medium-grade elemental stones."

The old man walked into the prison and handed the elemental stones to Lin Feng, who took them without hesitation and then walked out of the prison.

At the same time, Lin Feng glanced sideways at the neighboring prison. The battle of the slave martial cultivators had also ended. This time, the slave martial cultivator had been defeated and killed.

Moreover, there was an iron door between the two prisons. As long as it was opened, the two prisons would be connected.

Stepping out of the prison, Lin Feng felt a sense of relief. It was really uncomfortable inside, oppressive and unpleasant.

Back in his seat, Lin Feng glanced faintly at the young man in yellow and the others before sitting down.

In the arena, the old man had once again brought out a demonic beast, while on the other side, another old man led out a slave martial cultivator.

This slave martial cultivator's hair was extremely messy, covering his face completely. He walked with shackles on his feet, making noise with every step he took.

They were already at a disadvantage during their battle.

When the slave martial cultivator lifted his head, his messy hair slightly scattered, revealing the slave mark on his face!

"Army!!!"