Chapter 1744: The Martial Fate Lock
When Ling Feng leaped onto the arena platform, a cold glint flashed through Long Aotian's eyes. With a sneer, he said, "To deal with you, why would I need to gang up on you? As long as you can defeat him, everything that happened before will be wiped clean!"
Long Aotian pointed at Long Xingye. His gaze was dark and sinister as he stared at Ling Feng as though he were already looking at a dead man.
As for a dead man, there was naturally no need to worry about settling old scores.
Ling Feng swept his gaze over Long Xingye, whose body was wrapped in heavy chains. The man was powerfully built and stood well over two meters tall. His wrists and ankles were bound by iron chains thicker than an arm. The chains alone probably weighed more than ten thousand jin, yet hanging on Long Xingye's body, they seemed completely weightless.
It appeared that this man's physical body was no weaker than those experts from the Beihan Region.
However, judging from his aura, although Long Xingye resembled a ferocious beast, he gave off a somewhat dull and simple-minded impression. He did not seem particularly powerful.
Since Long Aotian had chosen this man to fight him, and since the surrounding martial practitioners all wore solemn expressions and even looked at Long Xingye with traces of fear, there was clearly something unusual about him.
"It's Long Xingye!"
The moment Xiao Juanyun saw that Long Aotian had sent out Long Xingye, his brows immediately knitted together.
"Long Aotian, don't go too far!"
"Hahaha, Brother Xiao, Ling Feng agreed to this himself. Aren't you sticking your nose in a little too much?"
Long Aotian laughed loudly before turning his gaze toward Ling Feng.
With a contemptuous smile, he said, "Kid, if you're afraid, kneel in front of me right now, kowtow and beg for mercy. Return everything you took from the disciples of Dragon Sword Heavenly Manor, then sever one of your own arms. If you do that, I might consider sparing your life. Your two companions will naturally remain unharmed as well."
"You sure talk a lot. If you want to fight, then fight."
A trace of impatience flashed through Ling Feng's eyes.
Kneel before Long Aotian?
Did he even have the qualifications?
"Good! You brought this upon yourself!"
A vicious look flashed through Long Aotian's eyes as he began muttering an incantation under his breath.
The next moment, the chains wrapped around Long Xingye's body began rattling violently.
Clang! Clang!
The chains crashed to the ground one after another. Then they transformed into streaks of dark radiance and merged into Long Xingye's body.
"Those are Long Xingye's Martial Fate Locks."
Some of the informed spectators slowly explained the origin of the chains.
"They were forged by a mighty expert of the Long Clan, using the source of Long Xingye's soul as the medium. Their purpose is to prevent him from becoming completely consumed by bloodlust and losing control."
These Martial Fate Locks could be said to suppress a considerable portion of Long Xingye's strength.
Now that Long Aotian had released the Martial Fate Locks on Long Xingye's body, his intentions could not have been more obvious.
"Brother Ling, this Long Xingye is far from ordinary. You should..."
Xiao Juanyun hurriedly tried to persuade Ling Feng.
As long as he invoked the authority of the Solitary Moon Heavenly Palace, he could suppress this matter outright. Long Aotian would not dare openly oppose him.
"Brother Xiao, I already said it. I'll handle this matter myself."
The killing intent in Ling Feng's heart had already solidified into certainty.
"Th... then..." Xiao Juanyun sighed softly. "Very well. Just be careful."
Luo Hanzhou stood off to the side with his arms folded across his chest.
He was extremely curious about this man who had seen through the weaknesses in his fist techniques at a glance.
Others might think that Ling Feng possessed exceptional swordsmanship, but that his cultivation realm limited his true combat strength.
Luo Hanzhou thought differently.
Only someone who had actually exchanged blows with Ling Feng and suffered defeat at his hands could truly understand how terrifying Ling Feng was.
As the last of the chains vanished from Long Xingye's body, Long Aotian let out a cold laugh.
Pointing at Ling Feng on the arena, he gave the order:
"Xingye, kill him!"
"Kill him!"
Freed from all restraints, Long Xingye's aura surged dramatically.
His beast-like crimson eyes locked onto Ling Feng.
A murderous aura erupted wildly around him and continued climbing higher and higher.
This Long Xingye was a monster born solely for slaughter.
The Martial Fate Locks had been able to suppress his killing intent.
Now that the locks were gone, his desire for bloodshed could no longer be restrained.
Perhaps this was a kind of talent.
The Long Clan did not know how to make proper use of that talent. Instead, they had raised him like a beast.
It was nothing short of a tragic waste.
"How pitiful. How tragic."
Ling Feng's voice was calm and unhurried.
Yet hidden within it was a sharp edge.
In an instant, Long Xingye's overwhelming oppressive presence was sliced apart and scattered.
Moments later, Ling Feng walked forward until he stood opposite Long Xingye.
The two faced each other from a distance of one hundred meters.
The surrounding crowd gradually fell silent.
Everyone held their breath as they waited for the life-and-death battle to begin.