Chapter 142：Old Friends-Crazy Rage

This tattoo of the military symbol was crisscrossed all over the face of this slave warrior, making his features distorted and unrecognizable. It was as if his original appearance had been completely obliterated. 

Coupled with that disheveled and messy hair and the shackles on his body, this slave warrior seemed to have an extra edge of malice and ferocity, looking particularly fierce and terrifying. 

However, his pair of black eyes were extremely sharp and piercing. Just that gaze alone could make one's heart tremble. 

"It's so cold!" 

When the crowd saw those eyes, they shuddered in their hearts. The slave warriors in the cage fight arena were all fugitive slave warriors. They had been enduring hardships on the verge of life and death all their lives. They were very powerful. If they could be used by someone, it would be very good. Therefore, whenever there was a slave warrior from the cage fight arena at the auction market, it would inevitably trigger a fierce competition. 

Lin Feng frowned slightly. What cruel means! I wonder where these slaves came from. They even had their faces branded with slave marks. The whole person was completely changed. Even if they managed to escape, they would never be able to live a decent life again. They could only live in the darkness. 

"This slave has reached the third stage of the Spirit-Defence Realm, with sixteen victories in combat. Prisoners of war who defeat him will receive twenty medium-grade Yuanstones as a reward. For those prisoners of war who defeat those at the third stage of the Spirit-Defence Realm, the reward will be one hundred medium-grade Yuanstones." 

The old man who led the slave warrior Wu Xiu into the cage fight arena spoke, causing everyone's eyes to narrow. The slave warrior Wu Xiu had sixteen victories, twelve more than the scorpion tiger. However, if the cage fighters won, the rewards were the same. From this, it could be seen that the people in charge of the cage fight arena had more confidence in this slave warrior Wu Xiu than they did in the scorpion tiger. 

"Baizi, you have reached the third stage of the Lingwu Realm cultivation. Just like you, I have also achieved that level." 

At this moment, the young man in yellow clothes behind Lin Feng said something to Bai Ze, causing Bai Ze's gaze to narrow and his expression to become thoughtful for a moment. Then he nodded and said, "I'll go." 

"Alright." The young man in yellow's face showed a hint of a smile. Seeing this, Bai Ze stood up, walked to the steps, crossed them in a few steps, reached outside the cage, and nodded slightly to the old man. 

The old man saw that Bai Ze's brows furrowed slightly and said, "This slave martial cultivator is quite powerful. Are you sure you want to engage in a cage fight?" 

"Yes." Bai Ze nodded affirmatively. Only then did the elder allow Bai Ze to step into the cage-fighting arena. 

"Humph." 

On the stands, Wan Aoxue gave a cold snort and seemed somewhat displeased. 

Lin Feng was also somewhat puzzled. That old man, how could he remind Bai Ze? When he was fighting the scorpion tiger in the prison, no one had ever reminded him that the scorpion tiger was very powerful. 

"Lin Feng, that slave named Wu Xiu, is going to have a bad time." 

Xiao Aoxue said something to him and made Lin Feng look at him strangely. He asked, "How do you know that? I've seen his strength before. There's nothing special about it. I don't think he's the kind of slave martial cultivator who can defeat me." 

"Baizi has basically no chance of winning. But, do you know who is in charge of this cage fight arena?" 

Zhang Aoxue repeated her question, causing Lin Feng's gaze to narrow and his eyes to widen in astonishment as he looked at Zhang Aoxue. 

"Today's arena for the fighting is under the management of the Bai family, which is precisely the family of Bai Ze." 

Xiao Aixue said indifferently, "Let me just say this." This made Lin Feng's gaze tremble. No wonder that old man would remind Bai Ze. So that's how it is. Here, it seems that it's the Bai Ze family that is in charge. 

"Given that so many pairs of eyes are watching from the cage arena, if Bai Ze is not up to par in his strength, could they not resort to some underhanded tricks?" 

"Ha ha, you underestimate these nobles too much. They have always valued the end result more than the process." Ai Xue asked with a faint smile, looking as if she had already comprehended everything. 

At this moment, in the gladiatorial arena, Slave Warrior Xu saw Bai Ze walk in. Immediately, a fierce and cold aura emanated from him. 

The eyes that were slightly obscured by the disheveled hair felt icy-cold and piercing, causing Bai Ze's heart to tremble slightly. 

"Death!" 

From Wu Xiu, the slave's mouth spat out a cold word. His body lunged directly at Bai Ze. Anyone who entered the cage fight arena was someone who wanted to take his life. Either Bai Ze would die or he would die. 

Suddenly, the iron chains that bound him began to dance in the air, like a poisonous snake's long spear, with a whistling sound, stabbing towards Bai Ze. 

"Quite fast." 

When Bai Ze saw the iron chain coming at him in an instant, he dodged it with his body. At the same time, a fierce wind blew up, making Bai Ze extremely agile and allowing him to move with the wind. 

"Hurricane Spirit" 

Lin Feng saw a hurricane-like ghostly shadow emerging behind Bai Ze. He murmured, "Last time, Bai Ze was extremely arrogant and boasted about how talented he was. But the result was that he couldn't even catch Lin Feng's finger when he pointed at him. Moreover, he didn't even have time to release his spirit power. That slap was thrown so loudly." 

However, at Bai Ze's age of less than eighteen, if placed in many other places, even in Yunhai Sect, he would be regarded as a genius. But here, in the imperial city, where geniuses gather, there are many people who are more outstanding than Bai Ze. Therefore, calling him a genius is not quite appropriate. 

Wu Xiu, the slave, didn't even glance at Bai Ze. His eyes remained as deep and cold as ever. The chains in his hand trembled slightly before sweeping out, creating a whistling sound as they passed through space. 

"Very domineering." 

Bai Ze's eyes trembled. He dared not confront it head-on. His body retreated once again. Then at this moment, a rather ethereal vine appeared silently. In an instant, it entwined around Bai Ze's body, and the chains transformed into a long spear, directly stabbing towards Bai Ze's heart. 

There was no superfluous action. Every move was aimed at killing Bai Ze. 

Bai Ze's pupils contracted for a moment. Her body struggled. Her two palms trembled violently. A hurricane filled with a sense of solemnity swept towards the chains, sending clouds of dust flying everywhere. 

However, just at this moment, Bai Ze suddenly felt an incomparably huge force emanating from the vines, pulling his body along and making him rush forward. Meanwhile, the slave martial artist used Bai Ze's body to make a perfect arc-shaped movement, directly appearing beside Bai Ze's side, with the chain lance charging towards him. 

"Very competitive." 

From the stands came a series of exclamations. This slave martial cultivator's control was simply too strong. Every move was as if calculated beforehand, swift, efficient and lethal. 

As for Lin Feng, his eyebrows knitted tightly together. That was a vine-type spirit soul. He had seen such a spirit soul before. Han Man's friend, Bu Jun, possessed such a spirit soul. 

"Broken Sun, Sun, Slave!" 

Lin Feng's gaze flickered uncertainly, fixedly staring at that slave martialist. Could it be a coincidence? The other party merely had the same martial spirit and was named after the character "Jun"?

Note: The original text contains some inappropriate or offensive language. The translation provided is an attempt to convey the meaning accurately while maintaining natural and fluent English expression. The context and tone 

"Ha!" 

In the cage fight arena, Bai Ze hurriedly blocked but could not withstand the impact of the long spear and chains. His chest was severely hit and he was flung backward. 

The body of slave Wu Xiu trembled. Armed with the long spear and shackles, he charged straight at Bai Ze. Only by killing him could the duel be considered over and he himself remain alive. 

"Stop it." 

Just at that moment, a loud shout of "Stop!" was heard, causing the slave warrior Wu Xiu's body to stiffen and his footsteps to halt. His sharp gaze was fixed on the approaching old man. 

"This battle is over for now." 

The elder said indifferently, "Is that all? Have we reached the end?" The gaze of the crowd focused on him. 

Just like in a gladiatorial arena, only when one of the combatants dies does the battle end. This is the rule of a gladiatorial arena. How could it ever come to an end like this? 

"It seems that this fellow in a fight with others has a close relationship with the old man!" 

The crowd recalled the elder's reminder to Bai Ze just now and couldn't help but wonder in their hearts. There was only one possibility left. 

"Even though the fight among the prisoners has not yet come to an end, how could it be brought to an end like this?" 

A hoarse voice came from Wu Xiu, the slave, as he stared at the old man. 

The old man raised his eyebrows, and then a hint of sinister expression appeared in his eyes. A slave dared to contradict him? 

"Since you insist on fighting, I'll let you do it." The old man gave a sinister smile and shouted, "Let the wild beast in." 

When the old man finished speaking, at the other end of the cage, there was a middle-aged man who slowly emerged into the view of the crowd. 

What froze the gazes of the crowd was that this middle-aged man, who emerged from behind a figure, was actually sitting on that figure. That figure had hands and feet, and was clearly a human being. However, he was crawling out by using both his hands and feet. Moreover, his limbs and throat were tightly bound by iron shackles, and the other end of the shackles was held in the middle-aged man's palm. 

"Among all the slaves, apart from the wild beasts, you are the most difficult to tame among the rest. And now, as you can see, this is the fate of the wild ones. They have been tamed into beasts. Today, I will have you fight against the wild prisoners. The winner will live, while the loser will die!" 

The old man said in a sinister tone, "At this moment, General's gaze was extremely cold, staring at him as if it were going to swallow him whole. And he even asked him to fight against Man, these beasts!" 

When the brute lying on the ground heard this, he raised his head and stared at the old man with fierce, wild eyes, his gaze filled with utter malice. 

Seeing this towering beast raising its head, from the stands above, an extremely cold and chilling aura spread out wildly towards the direction of Lin Feng's position!