The King of Urban Mercenaries

Lin Fei watched the opponent’s movements; it was fast, really fast. An ordinary person could probably only see a black shadow flash by, that’s how fast it was. Lin Fei saw a prisoner killed instantly, without even having a chance to react.

The young man in black, who was Jiang Ming, looked at Lin Fei, then turned and walked away. Seeing Lin Fei’s smile made him uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do about it.

At this moment, Lin Fei finally had to go on stage again, but against this opponent, he had no mood to continue competing seriously, because the opponent was a very sloppy person. Lin Fei didn’t want him near, as he specialized in close combat and always tried to get close to Lin Fei. In the end, Lin Fei directly condensed a Demon Sword in front of his chest, and in an instant, the opponent rushed over, piercing his own body.

"Poof!"

What left Lin Fei speechless was that after the guy died, he actually spat on Lin Fei, then smiled.

Lin Fei understood that the opponent must have noticed his disdain, so in the end, he wanted Lin Fei to experience the feeling of being tainted. Lin Fei really had no mood to compete with these psychologically twisted guys anymore.

"When will this end?" Lin Fei asked the official.

"Happily, there are only about a dozen more people left. After another round, you’ll enter the mixed battle phase."

"Mixed battle?"

Lin Fei was surprised, why a mixed battle?

"There’s no choice, after one more round, the last five will not compete by any rules. You will have to engage in a mixed battle and see how you deal with each other."

Lin Fei was speechless, "What if four of them ganged up on one person?"

"Impossible, that kind of thing wouldn’t happen," the official shook his head, confident that such a situation wouldn’t occur. After all, everyone wanted to survive. Since they all wanted to live, they couldn’t possibly team up. Ultimately, only one person would be left.

At this point, there couldn’t be any cooperative relations; they were all guarding against one another.

Lin Fei smiled, "Perhaps it’s possible. What if it happens?"

"If it does, you can only resign yourself to bad luck. What else could you do?" the official responded.

"Alright, I got it, I knew it would be like this. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be such a competition," Lin Fei said, then quietly awaited the outcome.

Soon, it was Lin Fei’s turn to fight again. This time his opponent was a normal person with weary eyes who said to Lin Fei, "I’m not your match."

"Hmm." Lin Fei responded. Surprisingly, the opponent suddenly struck his own head with his palm, committing suicide?

Lin Fei sighed, such people are wise, but the smarter they are, the more unfortunate their deaths. Lin Fei felt regret for them; perhaps this guy was someone with a story.

He turned around, ready to leave, but the cage didn’t open.

Lin Fei looked at the official and asked, "Why hasn’t the cage opened yet?"

"A winner must be determined before it can open," the official replied.

"What?!"

Lin Fei was shocked; suddenly a knife appeared at his neck from behind. He turned around and saw the opponent, unexpectedly pretending to surrender. "Your tactics really surprise me, caught me off guard."

Hearing Lin Fei’s words, the middle-aged man smiled, "It’s nothing, just trying to stay alive. I apologize now." With that, the man slid the large knife in his hand, Lin Fei only felt a burning pain on his skin, but he wasn’t dead.

The man maintained his slashing posture, then turned gracefully and walked in another direction, back turned to Lin Fei. Lin Fei was speechless; did the guy really think he was dead? Since it was like this, Lin Fei didn’t hold back, nine Demon Swords pierced through the man’s body.

The middle-aged man turned around in shock, looking at Lin Fei; he was indeed alive. He pointed at Lin Fei and finally fell dead.

The iron cage finally opened, and Lin Fei took a sigh of relief, walked out, and went into the room to immediately restore his True Qi, as the next was the mixed battle.

"I’m leaving now," the official suddenly said.

"Leaving? Where to?" Lin Fei asked in confusion.

The official shrugged, "Once you win the competition, find me. My name is Chen Xiang."

"Chen Xiang?"

Lin Fei muttered, and when he raised his head, he found the person had vanished in front of him. Lin Fei did not understand the man’s identity, but he was sure it was not a simple one.

"Never mind him, I need to survive now; if I don’t, I won’t be able to find any Chen Xiang," Lin Fei thought, then continued to restore his True Qi.

Soon, finally, the last match was over. They permitted a fifteen-minute break, during which Lin Fei reinforced his True Qi again. When the time came to play, Lin Fei, the black-clad young Jiang Ming, and three other middle-aged men with different appearances, all entered the cage.

The five stood spread out; Lin Fei frowned. He noticed that the four of them were standing together?

As he thought, this situation appeared. The four prepared to team up, against him alone?

"I said you’d be killed by me, but before that, let my subordinates play with you first," Jiang Ming said, then directly commanded the three to charge towards Lin Fei.

Survivors are all masters, Lin Fei didn’t doubt this, so he was very cautious. Facing the three’s attack, he didn’t want to waste time. Dodging the three’s assault, nine Demon Swords pierced into one prisoner’s back, slaying the person.

"Kill!"

Lin Fei shouted in anger, hitting one person with a palm, whose body instantly exploded, flames burning, ripping apart with the fire Lin Fei directly injected inside.

At this time, Lin Fei looked at the last person, the final prisoner, who was terrified, didn’t dare to approach and retreated backward. However, within three seconds, Jiang Ming acted, sliding his palm, and the prisoner’s head rolled off.

Lin Fei frowned; the opponent definitely cultivated some Martial Arts, allowing his True Qi to act like a sword-sharp weapon, otherwise he couldn’t be so formidable.

"I said, you should die!" Jiang Ming laughed, walking towards Lin Fei.

Lin Fei snorted coldly, rushed towards the opponent, the Demon Sword in his hand striking the opponent’s palm, producing a sound of metal clashing...