The King of Urban Mercenaries

"What do you think I want? Heh heh heh, what do you say?"

The fat man walked toward Lin Fei.

Lin Fei frowned tightly and said, "You’d better stop right there, or don’t blame me for being rude!" Lin Fei could sense that the other party was a Golden Core Realm expert, so he had to take it seriously.

"Hahahaha, kid, I really want to see how exactly you’re going to be ’rude’ to me!" After saying that, the fat middle-aged man walked toward Lin Fei.

Lin Fei’s brows were locked even tighter as he watched the middle-aged fatty come closer and closer. In the end he stepped forward, shot out like lightning toward that fat man, and slammed a fist into the guy’s flabby belly.

"Useless! Hahaha!"

The fat man seemed to have cultivated some kind of Body Refining Techniques and actually bounced Lin Fei back directly, sending him flying into the iron cage behind him.

Clang!

The iron cage rang out with a loud crash, and the fat man charged straight at Lin Fei.

Lin Fei reacted and hurriedly dodged. The fat man directly grabbed Tron, then kicked out at the fleeing Lin Fei.

"Hmph!"

Lin Fei activated a Godspeed Talisman, vanishing from where he stood in the blink of an eye. When he reappeared, he was already behind the fat man. Nine Demon Swords appeared behind Lin Fei, and he directly drove them forward, thrusting toward the fat man’s chest!

The fat man yanked the arm that was stuck in the iron cage free, turned around to look at Lin Fei, and said, "Kid, stop with the pointless struggle. Today you’re dead for sure! Hahahaha!"

As soon as he finished, the fat man stretched out his hand and a massive shield appeared. This shield was condensed from his True Qi, enough to show how strong he really was. You had to admit it.

The shield blocked the nine Demon Swords Lin Fei unleashed. Immediately after, Wang Qiang noticed that besides that insane defense, the fat man had also cultivated a powerful movement technique. He vanished from in front of Lin Fei in an instant and reappeared above Lin Fei’s head.

But Lin Fei had already anticipated it. And even though the guy used a powerful movement technique, his body was just too huge—basically a big burden. So the final result was Lin Fei’s kick landing squarely on his gut, sending the fat man flying into the air.

Taking advantage of that opening, Lin Fei once again unleashed the nine Demon Swords, which shot toward the fat man in the sky.

The fatty let out a cold shout, layer upon layer of defense flaring to life and blocking Lin Fei’s attack.

Lin Fei frowned as he watched the falling fatty land opposite him. He hadn’t expected he still couldn’t finish this guy off. The man’s defense was frightening, just like Lin Fei’s.

Lin Fei’s physique and defensive power were absolutely beyond the other guy’s, but Lin Fei’s offensive power had never been strong.

You could say offense was one of Lin Fei’s shortcomings, and that frustrated him. But it wasn’t like he didn’t have a trump card—that was the Power of Silent Annihilation.

Nine Demon Swords condensed from the Power of Silent Annihilation appeared behind Lin Fei. These nine Demon Swords were different from the ones he’d formed purely from True Qi. These nine swords radiated a Silent Annihilation aura, as if they could destroy anything, terrifyingly strong.

The fat man also understood that Lin Fei was probably using his final move, so he started to use his strongest defense as well. Shields spread all over his body, piece by piece, and finally merged together into five enormous shields.

And those shields were actually golden, like a golden suit of armor wrapping around an egg.

That was basically what it was. This fat guy was really too fat, but his strength was not to be underestimated.

"Kid, the victor is me, so just die already!" The fat guy actually charged straight at Lin Fei.

Lin Fei hadn’t expected this guy to take the initiative to attack. He immediately sent out one Demon Sword. The sword shot at the man and slammed into his defenses.

As expected!

The Demon Sword exploded, but it left a crack in the man’s defense. It was only one crack, but it let Lin Fei see hope—and it left the fatty’s face full of terror.

"Stop!" The fatty actually stopped moving. Lin Fei watched him with a smile; the guy finally didn’t dare act so arrogant anymore.

"What’s wrong?" Lin Fei looked at him while once again using the Power of Silent Annihilation to condense a Demon Sword. The Power of Silent Annihilation burned through True Qi like crazy, but this was a special situation. He couldn’t not use this move; he could only use this move.

"Let’s make peace!" the fatty said.

"Why? Weren’t you all high and mighty just now?"

Lin Fei slowly moved closer. The Demon Sword condensed from the Power of Silent Annihilation hovered in the air, its edge pointing at the fatty.

"There’s no need for us to fight, right?"

"True, but only one of us gets to leave alive, isn’t that the rule?" Lin Fei looked at him with a face full of ’surprise.’

"No, there are other rules. If we both admit defeat, then it’s fine," the fat man said.

Hearing that, Lin Fei smiled. "In that case, you admit defeat first. You declare you give up, and I’ll declare I give up."

At this moment, quite a few members of the audience started shouting, urging Lin Fei and the fatty to hurry up and fight. After all, they didn’t come here to watch people chat.

The fat man smiled. "Brother, don’t try to trick me. If I admit defeat and you don’t, what then?"

"Do you have a choice? Quit fucking around and admit defeat. Otherwise I’ll kill you right now!" Lin Fei couldn’t be bothered to waste words with him and shouted.

The fatty’s face turned gloomy and he nodded. "Fine, I admit defeat. I admit defeat, okay?"

After that, the fatty opened his mouth and said, "I admit... go to hell!" As soon as the words left his mouth, he lunged straight at Wang Qing.

But Lin Fei just watched the fatty’s attack with a cold smile. The nine Demon Swords shot out one after another, slamming into the fatty’s chest, every strike hitting the same spot. In the end, the fatty finally died.

There was a bloody hole in the fatty’s chest. Lin Fei looked at the already-dead fatty and swung his sword, chopping off the man’s head. The round, plump head rolled across the ground, then was kicked by Lin Fei and sent flying, wedging into the railing. Lin Fei looked toward that black-robed youth and said, "You see his end? That’s going to be yours."

This young man actually dared to try and trick him. Someone like that, Lin Fei would kill without question! Because if Lin Fei didn’t kill him, he’d be letting himself down. In a match like this, even the slightest mistake meant he might be the one who died.

So Lin Fei would not show this youth the slightest mercy!

The black-robed youth looked at Lin Fei and smiled. "Your strength probably isn’t enough to kill me. But you’re good enough to entertain me for a while. When the time comes, I’ll let you know that everything you just said will come true—on you."

Lin Fei nodded. "I’ll be looking forward to it."

At this moment, the staff opened the iron cage and announced Lin Fei’s victory. Then Lin Fei was taken by two Nascent Soul Realm experts into a room. From now on he had to fully follow whatever arrangements the Duel Arena made.

But for Lin Fei, this victory could only belong to him. Even so, there was still worry in his heart. If he couldn’t keep winning...