Chapter 141: The Slave Brand
"I'll take this beast fight."
Lin Feng's voice wasn't too loud, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear clearly.
The crowd looked at Lin Feng, surprise flickering in their eyes. Such a handsome young man, and he wanted to fight the Scorpion Tiger?
It could be said that every person who stepped into the prison for a beast fight was not weak. They wouldn't dare gamble with their lives unless they had a certain degree of confidence. Yet even so, twenty-eight people had already died at the hands of the Scorpion Tiger. From this, one could see just how strong the Scorpion Tiger was.
For a martial cultivator at the Fourth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm to defeat the Scorpion Tiger was extremely difficult.
As for those below the Fourth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, they didn't even need to consider it. That was why the other party dared to offer the sky-high price of one hundred Mid-Grade Origin Stones—it was impossible for anyone to obtain them.
Bai Ze and the others saw Lin Feng stand up, and cold smiles crept onto their faces. It seemed another disciple from the General Star System was about to die in the beast fight arena.
"What a pity. Those who wanted to see Black Demon humiliate his people are probably going to be disappointed."
The yellow-robed man sneered coldly. Lin Feng actually wanted to fight the Scorpion Tiger? He was seeking death.
"A commoner is just a commoner. For a few Origin Stones, he throws away his life. But then again, that cheap life isn't worth much anyway."
Lin Feng's gaze shifted, landing on the yellow-robed youth. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.
"In the beast fight arena, they allow fights between people. They provide the prison. Do you want to try it with me?"
Lin Feng's voice was as loud as the yellow-robed youth's. As many people as had heard the yellow-robed youth's words, that many now heard Lin Feng's.
The yellow-robed youth's face stiffened slightly, and he didn't respond.
"You don't dare to fight, so why are you spouting nonsense here? Waste. Other than a mouth that talks big, what other ability do you have?"
Lin Feng's tone was thick with sarcasm, causing the yellow-robed youth's gaze to freeze. Feeling the strange looks from those around him, a cold aura emanated from his entire body as he stared at Lin Feng with icy eyes.
"Brought shame upon yourself."
Wen Aoxue said with a faint smile, her voice particularly piercing.
Ignoring the other party, Lin Feng lifted his foot and walked over to the old man outside the prison gate.
The old man immediately opened the prison gate and let Lin Feng enter.
As Lin Feng stepped inside the prison gate, he immediately felt a suffocating pressure, as if he were trapped in a cage. This feeling was very uncomfortable.
When the Scorpion Tiger saw Lin Feng enter, it immediately let out a low roar.
Spirit Beasts already possessed intelligence. They knew very well who their enemy was, and they also knew that if they didn't kill Lin Feng, they themselves would die.
Its small eyes narrowed slightly, shooting out sharp, cold light. The Scorpion Tiger's body slowly began to creep toward Lin Feng.
Lin Feng stepped forward very calmly, his pace steady, his gaze calm, without the slightest hint of nervousness.
At that moment, the Scorpion Tiger's massive body suddenly leaped up, pouncing toward Lin Feng. Compared to its earlier creeping, its speed now was many times faster.
"Eight Wastelands Palm!"
Lin Feng's hands trembled, and instantly, palm prints filled the air, roaring forth. With his monstrous comprehension of martial techniques, even a casual strike from Lin Feng was enough to kill an ordinary Fourth Layer Spirit Martial Realm cultivator.
Seeing the barrage of palm prints coming at it, the Scorpion Tiger didn't dodge or evade. Its cold, scythe-like claws cut through the palm prints, directly breaking many of them apart with incredible sharpness.
Of course, the Eight Wastelands Palm covered the eight wastelands with its palm prints. The Scorpion Tiger couldn't break them all. Many palm prints still struck its body, causing the Scorpion Tiger to let out several low roars as its massive body landed on the ground. But to Lin Feng's surprise, despite being directly hit by the Eight Wastelands Palm, the Scorpion Tiger didn't suffer any damage at all.
"Truly monstrous defense."
Lin Feng muttered to himself. No wonder it had killed twenty-eight martial cultivators.
A low growl came from the Scorpion Tiger's mouth. Its small eyes grew even colder. Its body trembled, and then it pounced at Lin Feng again.
This time, Lin Feng didn't use the Eight Wastelands Palm. Instead, he raised his hand. Instantly, a white sword aura flickered unsteadily in his palm. A sword momentum locked onto the Scorpion Tiger's body.
"Roar..."
Sensing this sharp sword momentum, the Scorpion Tiger let out a huge roar in mid-air. Its scythe-like claws, as sharp as blades, slashed toward Lin Feng's head.
If they hit, Lin Feng's body would likely be sliced open instantly, split in two.
At that moment, Lin Feng's feet shifted slightly. He tilted his body, keeping it out of the Scorpion Tiger's full attack range. Then, his palm slowly rose, meeting the Scorpion Tiger's scythe-like claws.
"What is he doing?"
"Using his palm against the Scorpion Tiger's claws? Is this guy crazy? He's dead for sure."
The crowd's expressions tightened when they saw this. Many had watched the Scorpion Tiger's battles before. Many people had been disemboweled by its scythe-like claws. Those claws were sharper than swords.
Now, Lin Feng's palm finally collided with the Scorpion Tiger's scythe-like claws. The flickering sword aura burst forth with a dazzling white light.
To the crowd's shock, not only was Lin Feng's palm completely unharmed, but the Scorpion Tiger let out a low, pained hiss, as if it were in great agony.
"How is that possible? How can his palm be sharper than the Scorpion Tiger's claws?"
The crowd's eyes trembled, revealing expressions of disbelief.
But at that moment, Lin Feng's body pressed forward, closing in for close combat with the beast. Another palm blade struck directly at the Scorpion Tiger, as fast as lightning, as swift as thunder.
"Crack!"
The sound of bone breaking rang out. Brown blood splattered. A deep, bloody gash appeared on the Scorpion Tiger's body, cut open by Lin Feng's palm.
"What terrifying palm force. That flickering white light is Sword Intent, sharper than a sword!"
The crowd stared at Lin Feng in shock. This young man was too terrifying. Previous Fourth Layer Spirit Martial Realm cultivators had exhausted every method and still couldn't break through the Scorpion Tiger's defense. Yet Lin Feng had done it with ease.
Up in the stands, Bai Ze, the yellow-robed youth, and the others had their gazes frozen as well, their expressions dark. They clearly hadn't expected Lin Feng to be this powerful.
"Indeed. That day, he was still hiding his strength!"
Bai Ze's eyes twitched. He found himself somewhat ridiculous. That day, he had called Lin Feng a commoner over and over, looking down on him. Now, he realized that Lin Feng's achievements in martial arts far surpassed his own, far beyond what he could compare to.
Lin Feng, of course, wasn't concerned with the crowd's thoughts at the moment. His mind was entirely focused on the Scorpion Tiger, or rather, on his own palm.
Sword momentum, Sword Intent, sword energy—all fused into one. His palm had become like a sword. Although it wasn't as terrifying as using an actual sword, its power was still extremely formidable.
Every time Lin Feng's palm blade came down, it drew blood, leaving a mark on the Scorpion Tiger's body.
"Oww..."
Before long, the Scorpion Tiger's body was covered in bloodstains. It let out a maddened howl.
"I'm done playing with you."
Lin Feng's eyes flashed. His body pressed forward again. Then, with a single palm strike, a brilliant light burst forth. On Lin Feng's palm, a phantom sword materialized. This sword strike came down, and the Scorpion Tiger's head was split open from the middle, killing it instantly. Everyone's gazes froze.
"Huff..." The crowd took a deep breath, thinking to themselves: "Such monstrous strength. He was actually using the Scorpion Tiger to practice his sword just now."
"You win. Here are twenty Mid-Grade Origin Stones."
The old man walked into the prison and handed the Origin Stones to Lin Feng. Lin Feng took them without any courtesy, then stepped out of the prison.
At the same time, Lin Feng's gaze glanced briefly at the adjacent prison. The slave martial cultivator's fight had also ended. This time, the slave martial cultivator had lost and was executed.
Moreover, between these two prisons, there was an iron door. If it were opened, the two prisons would connect.
Stepping out of the prison, Lin Feng actually felt a sense of relief. That place was indeed suffocating and uncomfortable.
Returning to his seat, Lin Feng glanced indifferently at the yellow-robed youth and the others, then sat down.
In the beast fight arena, the old man from before led out another beast. On the other side, another old man led out a slave martial cultivator.
This slave martial cultivator's hair was disheveled and extremely messy, completely covering his face. Shackles were on his feet, making constant noise as he walked.
When they fought, they were already at a disadvantage.
When the slave martial cultivator raised his head, his messy hair parted slightly, revealing the slave brand on his face.
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