Chapter 154: Building Momentum
The words of the person in charge of the prison battle fell, instantly making the stands of the prison battle arena lively.
Being able to lead away the Crimson Flame Demon Lion—this temptation was no small matter. If the Crimson Flame Demon Lion were allowed to grow up, it would be terrifying.
Of course, to lead away the Crimson Flame Demon Lion, the prerequisite was that you first had to take out twenty Mid-Grade Origin Stones, and you also had to defeat the Crimson Flame Demon Lion. If you lost, the outcome was death.
The people of the prison battle arena obviously could not allow those above the Fifth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm to participate in the prison battle. For someone at the Fifth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm to defeat the powerful Crimson Flame Demon Lion was far too difficult. Moreover, they had to control themselves so as not to kill the Crimson Flame Demon Lion, which undoubtedly made it even harder.
Sure enough, the person leading the Crimson Flame Demon Lion spoke again: "Of course, those participating in the prison battle must be at the Fifth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm or below. If you cannot control yourself and kill the Crimson Flame Demon Lion, we will also compensate with one hundred Origin Stones."
Many people's eyes gradually dimmed. This great temptation was not meant for them.
Among the group of Lin Qian and the others were all disciples of the Snow Moon Holy Academy. At this moment, many eyes fell on the young man sitting beside Lin Qian.
"Senior Brother Mufan, are you going to take this Crimson Flame Demon Lion?"
Someone spoke, and the young man called Mufan stared at the Crimson Flame Demon Lion in the prison battle arena, his gaze flickering uncertainly.
His strength was precisely at the Fifth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, equivalent to this fifth-grade spirit beast, the Crimson Flame Demon Lion.
"Senior Brother Mufan, if you are willing to go, I can say a word to the people of the prison battle arena. Even if you lose, it doesn't matter, as long as you aren't hurt by that beast."
Another person spoke, causing Mufan's eyes to light up as he glanced at the speaker.
Mufan knew the other's identity, and the other indeed had the ability to do this.
As long as he won, he could lead away the Crimson Flame Demon Lion. If he lost, he would only need to consume twenty Origin Stones, with no danger to his life. Anyone would be willing to do such a thing.
Giving the speaker a deep look, Mufan's eyes flickered. At this moment, the speaking young man also nodded to Mufan, conveying a reassuring expression.
"Alright, I'll give it a try."
Seeing this look, Mufan's mind suddenly cleared. He understood—this was... the other party intentionally giving him the Crimson Flame Demon Lion.
"Senior Brother Mufan truly has bold courage. He will surely subdue the demon lion." That person spoke again, and the crowd immediately chimed in agreement.
With a flicker of his figure, Mufan stepped through the void, instantly appearing in front of the prison battle arena, drawing envious glances.
"Senior Brother Mufan's lightness skill is truly exquisite. The name 'Light Shadow' is well-deserved, upholding the dignity of our holy academy."
Someone among the Snow Moon Holy Academy group spoke, his voice loud, immediately attracting many gazes.
"So it's someone from the Snow Moon Holy Academy. No wonder they're so formidable."
"These people are holy academy disciples, of noble status. They will surely become great figures in the future."
Many whispered among themselves, making those people even prouder, holding their heads high, arrogant and overbearing.
Ever since someone caused trouble at the Snow Moon Holy Academy's founding, tarnishing the academy's prestige, the disciples of the Snow Moon Holy Academy had been seeking various opportunities to prove the academy's dignity. During this period, many Snow Moon Holy Academy members had shone brightly, their fame gradually spreading. It was called the number one academy, and in a few years, its strength might surpass those great sects, leaving the Heavenly One Academy behind.
At this moment, these Snow Moon Holy Academy people were undoubtedly building momentum for the academy again.
Lin Qian sat among the Snow Moon Holy Academy crowd, a hint of pride showing on her pretty face. Being able to become a holy academy disciple made her very proud. In the near future, she would return home in glory, letting everyone in Yangzhou City see how impressive she, Lin Qian, was outside.
Mufan landed on the ground, stepping forward toward the iron gate of the prison battle arena. However, at that moment, a figure silently appeared before him, arriving beside the iron gate.
This scene made Mufan's pupils contract sharply. Someone actually dared to cut in front of him.
The crowd's eyes also narrowed. They had guessed that today might be a day for the Snow Moon Holy Academy disciples to establish their authority and build momentum. Anyone with discernment would not compete with the Snow Moon Holy Academy people. But now, someone seemed to be giving them little face, directly reaching the iron gate first.
As for those Snow Moon Holy Academy disciples, their expressions changed. Especially the young man who had exchanged glances with Mufan, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
Mufan watched the figure ahead still stepping forward, only one step away from entering the prison cage, and couldn't help but shout, "Stop."
The figure ahead stopped, then slowly turned around. Only then did the crowd see his front, but they still couldn't see his face.
Because this person was wearing a silver mask, giving off a cold and sharp feeling.
This person was naturally Lin Feng.
"Is there something?" Lin Feng's voice came from his mouth, but because of the silver mask, his speaking voice had also changed slightly.
"Did you not see that I came down first?" Mufan said coldly. He was certain that when he stepped forward, there was absolutely no one ahead. But just as he paused, Lin Feng had slipped past him from behind, reaching the prison cage first.
"Did you say you were going to participate in the prison battle?"
Lin Feng asked lightly, causing Mufan's gaze to freeze. Indeed, he had not said so.
Seeing Mufan silent, Lin Feng said again, "Since you didn't say you were going to participate in the prison battle, naturally, whoever steps into the prison cage first gets to fight."
Mufan's eyes flickered, and then he said, "I am Mufan, a disciple of the Snow Moon Holy Academy. I hope my friend will give me face and let me take this prison battle."
When Mufan spoke, he emphasized the words "Snow Moon Holy Academy," as if afraid Lin Feng hadn't heard.
Lin Feng sneered. Snow Moon Holy Academy?
"Sorry, I've never heard of the Snow Moon Holy Academy. As for you, I don't know you even more. Why should I give you face?"
Lin Feng's words fell, and many people's gazes froze. What bold words—claiming not to have heard of the Snow Moon Holy Academy.
Many of those Snow Moon Holy Academy disciples even stood up, glaring at Lin Feng. This person seemed very arrogant.
"Friend, don't be ungrateful."
Mufan stared at Lin Feng, his tone cold, carrying a hint of threat, which only made Lin Feng sneer even more. "I just happen to be someone who doesn't know gratitude."
As he spoke, Lin Feng turned his body, ready to step directly into the prison battle arena.
"Wait."
At this moment, another voice rang out, causing Lin Feng to withdraw the foot he had just lifted. He turned around, his gaze looking toward the stands. The speaker was a Snow Moon disciple, sitting not far from Lin Qian. It was the one who had just told Mufan to participate in the prison battle.
"Do you have something too?" Lin Feng sneered inwardly. He naturally knew that this person, like Mufan, was from the Snow Moon Holy Academy.
"This prison battle is Senior Brother Mufan's."
This person said indifferently, his voice carrying an air of unyielding authority. Coupled with his luxurious attire and demeanor, he clearly came from a noble background and was of extraordinary status.
"Who gets to fight—since when is that decided by you?"
Lin Feng asked coldly.
"It's not up to me. You can ask the person hosting the prison battle who goes first."
The young man's voice was calm, his demeanor confident. Everyone's eyes turned, landing on the person holding the Crimson Flame Demon Lion in the prison battle arena.
That person raised his hand, pointing his finger at Mufan, and said flatly, "This prison battle, he fights."
Hearing this, the young man revealed a faint smile and said, "What I said was correct, wasn't it?"
Lin Feng saw the pride and arrogance in the other's eyes. The exposed eyes beneath his mask showed a thick, mocking look. He lifted his foot and stepped aside, saying from his mouth, "Whoever you say it is, that's who it is. I won't set foot in this prison battle arena again. Also, I suggest everyone stop wasting Origin Stones coming here to watch these jokes anymore."
Hearing Lin Feng's words, the young man frowned and said coldly, "What do you mean by that?"
"Is what I said not clear enough? Then let me explain again." Lin Feng sneered. "A while ago, I heard there was a scandal in the prison battle arena. Someone entered the prison battle, failed, and didn't die, but the battle was forcibly stopped. The prison battle arena people not only gave no explanation but even wanted that disobedient slave to die. I didn't believe it at first, but today, witnessing the dark, shady dealings of the prison battle arena with my own eyes, I believe it now. This prison battle arena is already so corrupt. What's the point of coming again?"