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Chapter 345.

Tang San had absorbed the Spiritual Wisdom Skull, a soul bone given to him by Wang Feng back in the Pope Palace. This year, Tang San had only used the power of the soul bone once. The sheer power of the soul bone in this cruel killing arena was like cheating!

Having one extra soul ability, even to the weakest, gave a significant advantage over others.

Tang San believed that the power of the soul bone was too overwhelming and is practically cheating. That's why, during the majority of his battles, he deliberately avoided using it, relying solely on his own strength. He wanted to push himself and grow through hardship. 

Only by doing so could he achieve true growth. When Wang Feng had entered the Slaughter City, he too wondered if he should rely on his soul bone's power. But then he reconsidered. After all, Armored Black Thorns, though deadly, were probably his weakest form of attack now.

His physical body alone had become his greatest weapon.

This was not laziness, nor was it just for show. No, Wang Feng's physical strength had become truly monstrous. Over two years of training in the Extreme North of, combined with his 55th level soul power and the body tempering process of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, had made his body incredibly powerful. He wasn't yet as strong as a Titled Douluo, but he wasn't far behind either.

His mental perception, however, was far beyond most others. With this heightened awareness, he could sense nearly any attack, making it nearly impossible to land a blow on him. And when he struck back, it was as if he were wielding a divine weapon of destruction!

In the Slaughter Arena, Wang Feng had been using the Armored Black Thorns primarily to train in controlling them as weapons. But truthfully, it was also because he didn't have any weaker attack methods left. What else could he do—just stand there and let his opponents hit him?

Now, however, things were different.

"The White Hell has been broken! Can the White Death still hold his ground?"

Doubt began to rise in the hearts of the spectators. To the audience, the White Death God most terrifying power lay in his control over the Armored Black Thorns, creating a deadly "White Hell" with a radius of sixty meters around him. Anyone caught within that range was almost certain to die. Breaking through this zone meant defeating the White Death, or what they thought. Only if they knew that Wang Feng considered their hyped White Hell as the weakest attack method in his arsenal.

"Could he lose?" Hu Liena's heart tightened as she watched the unfolding battle. –The White Death had shown no mercy since arriving in the Slaughter City, crushing all challengers with his razor-sharp blades. His dominance had been unmatched for a year. But now, finally, he was facing an opponent who might actually be his equal.

Hu Liena had heard of the Shadowless Assassin before. The assassin had managed to reach fifty consecutive victories in just six months, an incredible feat. She had seen him fight once, and his speed was overwhelming. She had suspected he possessed a soul bone, but what she hadn't expected was the the ability of the soul bone is to teleport, and also to be able to use it repeatedly in battle.

Most teleportation skills were powerful but came with restrictions. They could usually only be used once before requiring a cooldown period. For example, Wang Feng's [Soul Devouring Blood Wing] could let him teleport over great distances but required time to recharge. However, the Shadowless Assassin's teleportation was different—he could use it every couple of seconds, likely limited only by a set number of uses per day.

But that was more than enough.

At that moment, the Shadowless Assassin teleported again, appearing just behind Wang Feng, no more than ten centimeters away!

In his hand, a dagger gleamed with a sickly green glowed as it sliced towards Wang Feng's neck.

The entire killing arena, already tense, fell into a deafening silence. No one had ever come this close to killing the White Death. And now, it seemed he had no chance to dodge!

But in the next moment, Wang Feng sighed softly, shaking his head. "Why do you have to force me to act?"

Before anyone could react, Wang Feng threw a punch. The dagger, which had been aimed just one centimeter from his neck, stopped in mid-air as Wang Feng's fist collided with the assassin's chest.

Boom!

The force of the punch was devastating. A loud crack echoed through the arena as the assassin's ribs shattered, piercing his internal organs. The assassin's body flew across the arena, arcing through the air before crashing into the corpses of the eight fallen opponents.

Thud!

The Shadowless Assassin hit the ground hard, coughing up blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. The gruesome sight left the audience in stunned silence.

Everyone stared at Wang Feng, the White Death God, in shock.

He was able to react in time, even to a teleportation attack from such close range. And the sheer force of his punch was far more devastating than his blades attacks—it was terrifying. While the Armored Black Thorns aimed for critical points like the neck or heart, Wang Feng's punch had caused complete and utter devastation.

"His strength… it's unreal," someone muttered.

Even Tang San and Hu Liena were rendered speechless. Wang Feng's physical strength had reached a level they had never anticipated.

In the stands, the Great Slaughter King and the glamorous woman were also silent.

"The Black Knight Scott fought this White Death once when he first arrived," the woman murmured, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Scott told me the White Death's physical power is strong, but I assumed it was atmost only comparable to a Spirit Saint of level seventy. I thought his main strength lay in those hidden abilities. But now... his physical strength is beyond comprehension. It might even rival a Soul Douluo's!"

"Without using his martial soul or soul power, he has this kind of strength," the Great Slaughter King muttered, equally shocked. "The White Death God… is far more terrifying than I imagined."

But as the Great Slaughter King and the audience marveled at the White Death's power, something even more horrifying occurred.

Lying in a pool of his own blood, the Shadowless Assassin began to laugh.

"What is he doing?" a spectator asked, perplexed.

Then, they saw it.

The blood from the eight dead opponents, pooling around the assassin, began to flow into his body.

"Good... very good–!" the assassin croaked. "The Slaughter City has never seen a monster like you!"

As the blood poured into him, the assassin's wounds began to heal. Slowly, he stood up, his body drenched in blood. Yet, in mere moments, all the blood vanished as if absorbed into his skin.

Cliffhanger~

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