C76 Familiar Eyes
C76 Familiar Eyes
He had killed quite a number of people from the Wang family, especially that Wang Yan. His status did not seem low, and he needed to keep a low profile in the outer city.
Han Feng strolled along the streets. When he saw a huge building not far away, which was rather majestic, his heart stirred as he rushed forward.
"Arena." Han Feng looked at these three words and couldn't help but sigh. He had heard of this Arena before. It was a place where many major powers liked to watch the battle of slaves.
However, Han Feng didn't have such an interest. Although this was a world of martial arts, where martial artists were respected and the strong could set rules and control the common people, Han Feng was still not used to seeing people as toys.
At this moment, many young noble disciples had entered the Arena. However, most of them were at the Spiritual Martial Stage, and most of the fights in the Arena were between Spiritual Martial Stage. Therefore, Genuine Martial Stage warriors had no interest in these fights. Only Spiritual Martial Stage young masters from major powers had the interest to take a look.
Han Feng was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of the sign outside the Arena. However, he stopped in his tracks.
"Next battle slave, Han Lei of Hongqiao Town, Frenzied Sword of Kaifeng City."
If it was just the name of Han Lei, Han Feng might think that they shared the same name, but who was Han Lei of Hongqiao Town other than his own clansman, Han Lei?
And why did he become a slave?
Han Feng immediately walked into the room. He was wearing a long black robe, making it hard to see his face clearly. Strands of devil Qi were wrapped around his body, making him look like a Devil Cultivator.
"Where did this Devil Cultivator come from?" Someone asked in surprise. In the Tianfeng City, there were very few Devil Cultivators.
"Could it be Devil Shi's disciple?"
"That's not possible. Devil Shi is used to being a loner, so why would he accept a disciple? Furthermore, this man is only at the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Seven, so he definitely won't fall into Devil Shi's eyes."
These discussions had undoubtedly entered Han Feng's ears. He couldn't help but laugh bitterly. In order to conceal himself, he didn't expect to be misunderstood by others as having something to do with Devil Shi.
Devil Shi was a famous Devil Cultivator in Tianfeng City. His Devil Technique was incomparably domineering. It was said that he had killed the Second Elder of the Falling Pavilion. The Master of the Falling Pavilion had invited the Sect Chief of the Nine Saints Sword Sect to deal with Devil Shi together. The three of them were engaged in a frenzied battle, but they couldn't do anything to Devil Shi. In the end, Devil Shi was allowed to leave.
In the eyes of the people of Tianfeng City, Devil Shi was definitely a terrifying figure. He killed without blinking his eyes, and his actions were all based on his emotions. His combat strength was incomparably strong, and there was almost no one under the Astral Martial Stage who could match him.
Han Feng knew all of this in his heart, but he didn't explain anything. If others thought that he was related to Devil Shi and feared him, it would be beneficial for him to save Han Lei.
Among the younger generation of Han family, besides Han Siling, there was only Han Lei, which made Han Feng want to befriend him. Although he was defeated, he wasn't disheartened, proud, and arrogant.
"Entrance fee." The guard at the door stretched out his hand and said to Han Feng.
Han Feng did not say much. He took out a Profound Spirit Stone from his pocket and handed it to the guard.
"High-grade Profound Spirit Stone?" The two guards looked at each other, "First seat."
"Yes." Han Feng directly stepped into the hall. Everyone had to pay the entrance fee. It was one of the sources of income for the Arena. As for how much the entrance fee was, it also decided the number of seats after entering the Arena.
Han Feng naturally had to sit at the front to help him save Han Lei.
However, Han Feng was also surprised by the strength of the two guards. Spiritual Martial Stage Level Nine could become the head of a major power in the Hongqiao Town, but in this place, he could only be a guard.
Han Feng was sitting in a secluded corner next to the first seat. There were many young masters around him who were happily talking about something. Han Feng would occasionally hear a few words from them, and he found it interesting.
It turned out that after a month, the Wang family was still searching for Han Feng's whereabouts. They didn't know Han Feng's life, they only knew that he was a Spiritual Martial Stage Level Seven Sword Cultivator. Now, all the young Sword Cultivator in the Tianfeng City had been taken away by the people of the Wang family. After that, Wang Jue was able to recognize them.
"This Wang Jue should be the spear-wielding young man from that day." Han Feng thought to himself.
"Have you heard? Two days ago, there was an ignorant man from the Wang family who took Second Young Master Luo of the Luo Sword Sect away. This has angered the sect master of the Luo Sword Sect. It is said that he will lead the experts of the Luo Sword Sect to the Wang family tomorrow to denounce the Wang family."
"The master of the Luo Sword Sect is also a Genuine Martial Stage Level Three expert. If he attacks, I'm afraid the Wang family will be in trouble."
"What do you know? How can the forces of these sects be compared to the major families of the Wang family that have existed for a long time? The Wang family had been forging weapons for many years, and every single one of them had an Ordinary Weapon in their hands. Furthermore, the old ancestor of Wang family is only one step away from breaking through to the Earth Energy Stage. How can the Sect Chief of the Luo Sword Sect be compared to this? "
Han Feng nodded his head after hearing this. Indeed, compared to some other sects, these families and powers that had been passed down for a long time had a much deeper foundation.
" As expected, the people of Wang family are all domineering people. Now, it's inevitable that they will have a grudge with the other powers. " Han Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had never thought that the young man of Wang family would do such a thing. He was just like the elders of their family, overbearing and unreasonable.
"Everyone," a woman with a hot body stepped onto the stage. She said to the people around her, "This match's match has officially begun."
The woman's voice was very soft, but it had a kind of force that made everyone quiet. The energy of the Vital Energy was surging, causing Han Feng to be secretly shocked.
One of the hosts was actually a Genuine Martial Stage.
As soon as the chairmen finished speaking, a few Half-step Genuine Martial Stage guards used iron chains to tie up two young men, then they untied the chains and threw them into the huge cage.
One of the youths had a scar on his face, and his ferocious aura was completely revealed. He was obviously a person who often fought, and should be the so-called Frenzied Sword.
As for the other young man, although his hair was messy and his clothes were tattered, there was still a heroic aura between his brows. With every step he took, he was still brimming with energy.
This young man was Han Lei.
The moment Han Feng saw Han Lei, his heart tightened. It really was him! Why did he come to Tianfeng City, and why was he captured as a slave?
"I wonder which major power owns this Arena." Han Feng asked in his heart, then he saw the disciples of various major powers starting to place their bets.
"This new Han Lei doesn't seem weak. He should have a chance of winning."
"I don't think so. Frenzied Sword is a Peak of Spiritual Martial Stage Level Six warrior. His blade technique is so powerful that it's hard to find an opponent in the same realm as him."
"That's right. In the previous battle, Frenzied Sword didn't lose."
Obviously, in the eyes of most people, Frenzied Sword had a higher chance of winning.
Although Han Lei also looked strong, it was very difficult for him, who was only at the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Six, to defeat Frenzied Sword.
"I wonder who brother will place his bet on?" A figure landed beside Han Feng and asked with a smile.
Han Feng took a glance at the newcomer. It was an elegant young man with a pair of beautiful eyes. He seemed to be very kind, with delicate facial features like carved jade. If he were to wear a daughter's dress, he was afraid that countless men would be attracted to him.
"I don't intend to place my bet." Han Feng replied with a smile.
"That's a pity. Since we're here, we should place a bet." The young master seemed to feel a little pity, "Then who do you think will win?"
"Han Lei." Han Feng calmly said two words. His black robe covered him, making it impossible for others to see his appearance.
"Alright." The handsome young master smiled, and then pressed down ten middle-grade Profound Spirit Stone on Han Lei's hand.
Han Feng felt that it was somewhat interesting, and asked, "Why do you believe in my judgment?"
"I don't believe in your judgment, but rather believe in you." The handsome young master paused, "I feel that you are different from the people here."
"Is it because you've never seen me before?" Han Feng was also slightly surprised. Ten middle-grade Profound Spirit Stone. It was not a small number. This handsome young master had placed his bet just because he felt it for a short period of time. He was either a profligate son of a rich family, or he had extraordinary eyesight.
Judging from the handsome young master's words, it was obviously not the former.
"No, it's because I can't see through you." The handsome young man smiled. "I'm interested in people and things that I can't see through."
"Is that so? I'm also curious about your identity." Han Feng felt that this young master was more and more unusual, and was different from the others here.
"My name is Situ Cang. May I know brother's name?"
"Zhuo Mu." Han Feng did not say his real name. It was better to be careful when walking outside. What made him feel strange was that in the major powers of Tianfeng City, there wasn't a Situ family. In fact, there wasn't even a single powerhouse from a major sect whose surname was Situ. However, the surrounding people were looking at Situ Cang with some respect.
What was Situ Cang's identity?
"I wonder why Brother Zhuo is so sure that Han Lei will win?" Situ Cang was a little curious. Although Han Feng didn't place his bet, his tone was very certain.
"I think he will win." Han Feng's smile was filled with unshakable confidence.
"Bullshit." A few silhouettes walked over and cursed.
"We have put a huge amount of money on Frenzied Sword. I wonder where that Han Lei came from. How can he win?"
"This kid doesn't have the money to bet, but he is spouting nonsense. What a joke."
The few of them had never seen Han Feng before, so they understood that Han Feng wasn't a god 's favored figure from a major power in the outer city. However, he didn't place a bet when he entered the Arena. Clearly, he was a poor person. After he got close to Situ Cang, he thought that he had entered the upper class society.
"How can you be so rude to Brother Zhuo?" A trace of coldness flashed across Situ Cang's eyes, and his gaze was incomparably sharp. Those few people seemed to be afraid, so they could only shut their mouths and not say anything.
"Brother Situ, there's no need to be angry. Everything has its own meaning."
Situ Cang turned his head and looked at Han Feng. He couldn't see Han Feng's facial expression clearly, but he could hear the calmness in Han Feng's words, as if these people's words couldn't affect him at all.
"Devil Cultivator, there is indeed something extraordinary about it." Situ Cang thought to himself and didn't say anything else. He just looked at the huge cage.
There, two slaves were emitting violent combat intent. Only by winning would they have a chance to live. If they lost, they would become useless people in Arena. Sooner or later, they would die.
Han Lei felt a little bitter in his heart. He raised his head and looked at the corner, only to see a pair of bottomless black eyes looking at him.
"That look, it's so familiar."