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Chapter 343.

On the battlefield, ten people were ready, standing scattered around the stage. Wang Feng quickly sensed the presence of the Shadowless Assassin—an easily identifiable figure among the crowd.

Through his perception, Wang Feng located the person with the weakest aura. Dressed in black and with a slightly pale face, this must be the Shadowless Assassin. As the name suggests, the person with the weakest presence should be the one called Shadowless Assassin. Despite his faint presence, Wang Feng could still detect his existence, though it was barely perceptible.

Aside from him, the remaining nine contestants were all above Soul Kings realms, some even at Soul Emperor and even two of them being Soul Saints. Interestingly, this Shadowless Assassin was one of the two Soul Saints.

'Oh? A Soul Saints with an agile attack type martial soul?' Wang Feng thought with mild surprise.

Generally, agile attack type Soul Saints have incredible speed, even without using soul skills. Their bodies, powered by soul energy alone, are naturally faster than most, making them extremely formidable among their peers.

As the saying goes, "When no one is using soul skills, those with superior speed have the advantage in close combat."

Wang Feng's control over his Armored Black Thorns was comparable when it came to killing enemies. Controlled by his spiritual power, they moved as fast –as if he were physically throwing them himself. Because of mental manipulation, they were exceptionally flexible and didn't slow down, unlike ordinary methods of control that made it difficult to alter the weapon's trajectory mid throw.

However, agility attack system Soul Saints could still evade such attacks. When Wang Feng was besieged by three hundred people earlier, one or two agility attack system Soul Saints managed to dodge his flying blades and even breached his "White Hell" formation, narrowly getting close to him.

But unfortunately for them, none lasted until the end.

'Just a mere agility attack system Soul Saint. What threat can he pose to me?' Wang Feng thought calmly, 'Unless there's something special about him…'

The match began!

As soon as the game started, the nine other participants, aside from the Shadowless Assassin, immediately charged at Wang Feng.

Only the strongest dared to participate in a match against the infamous White Death. Some had heard his name but weren't convinced of his power, wanting to kill him to gain fame and glory. Others were merely bloodthirsty, seeking to kill a strong opponent to satisfy their urge to kill.

Having come this far through dozens of victories, their primary target was, of course, the strongest—the White Death.

However, despite their strength, they were still no match for Wang Feng.

After more than three years of continuous practice with his Armored Black Thorns, Wang Feng's mastery over them was unparalleled. His ability to kill with his flying weapon had grown to the point where he could easily eliminate a level 70 Soul Saint, even without using any soul abilities.

Even a level 80 Soul Douluo could lose their life under the ruthless assault of the ten Armored Black Thorns, but the premise is that they are not using their soul abilities.

The title of "White Death" wasn't just an exaggeration whispered by the people of the inner city!

Ten pitch-black, half-meter-long blades quickly flew out of Wang Feng's grasp and started spinning at extreme speed in mid-air like rotating discs, scattering light and shadow.

Each blade exuded a deadly aura.

The leader among the attackers was a burly man with a beard, possessing a beast martial soul that gave him the highest defense among them.

After undergoing martial soul possession, his body was greatly enhanced. Even without using soul skills, his physical strength alone made him a formidable opponent.

On the other hand, weapon-type martial souls, while providing superior weaponry, lacked the physical enhancements that beast-type martial souls offered to a soul master.

Each had its pros and cons.

Meanwhile, attackers approached Wang Feng from all angles.

There was even a rare flying-type soul master, who, after martial soul possession, sprouted a pair of wings and took to the sky, attempting to avoid the White Hell.

However, such thinking was too naive.

The sixty-meter radius of White Hell didn't just cover the ground; it also extended into the air. The area around him in all direction in a sixty metre radius is his domain.

Although this flying-type soul master was very fast, with a falcon-like martial soul known for its high-speed flight, Wang Feng's Armored Black Thorns were faster.

Moreover, these sharp blades weren't merely sharp. They had three ridged grooves designed to cause maximum damage upon contact.

Like flashes of cold light, the ten sharp blades split up and attacked the eight charging opponents simultaneously.

Puff, puff, puff!

In an instant, four of the weaker challengers were directly hit by the blades.

Even if the blades didn't stab directly, they would change shape upon impact and continue to attack in reverse, making them extremely difficult to defend against. Even if the challengers managed to block once or twice, the blades would attack from different angles, making it nearly impossible to predict.

Such fine control required subtle manipulation of spiritual power. It wasn't simply killing with a weapon—it demanded great mental acuity. With his current spiritual energy, Wang Feng could control his attacks with remarkable precision.

In his mind, the locations of these nine people formed a three-dimensional image, allowing his brain to calculate how they would react based on their martial souls and abilities. He could anticipate how they would dodge and determine the easiest –angles to launch his next attack.

Before the match started, Wang Feng had already assessed the nine participants, calculating everything in an instant.

As the eight of them charged at him, from the moment they moved, Wang Feng's brain, like a high-speed computer, calculated their trajectories, analyzed their speed, and decided the best directions for the blades to attack from.

Once the analysis was complete, the Armored Black Thorn blades executed the calculated possibilities perfectly.

This seemingly effortless killing with his flying weapon was the result of countless hours of rigorous training.

Naturally, this was all made possible thanks to his brain, tempered through Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

The sharp blades radiated a bloodthirsty light in the air, killing four of the challengers within a few breaths. Every time the cold light flashed, it looked like a dancing butterfly, its path difficult to detect.

Almost in the blink of an eye, one of the fallen challengers was struck. The cold light of the blades carved out multiple fatal wounds with such precision that it seemed like a work of art.

In other words, this massacre was an art form. The eight challengers who rushed at Wang Feng had simply entered a deadly web he had woven with his sharp blades, only to fall one by one.

Falling into a 'White Hell' with a radius of sixty meters. 

The beast-type martial soul user who had initially tried to grab one of the sharp blades was quickly defeated. The sharpness of the blade was beyond his imagination. Even though his martial soul was that of a tortoise-like beast with powerful defenses and scales covering his hands, his entire palm was severed instantly by the sharp blade!

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