Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 226 - 227: Time to Die

"Who else dares to come out for a fight?"

Lin Feng’s sharp voice echoed throughout the arena.

At the camp of the Seven Great Tribes, more than two hundred disciples of the Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe had their expressions changing, looking extremely ugly.

Mu Ye, who was the strongest among them in the same rank, had already fallen.

Who else would dare to enter the arena after Mu Ye’s death?

After a long time, nobody answered, all the disciples of the Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe remained silent.

"Hehe...what? Does no one dare to fight?"

Lin Feng chuckled, his face filled with mockery as he said, "Earlier, weren’t all the disciples of the Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe arrogantly proud? How come you’ve all turned into turtles shrinking their heads?"

Lin Feng’s face was thick with disdain as he provoked with his words.

Since Lin Feng had already entered the arena, he naturally wouldn’t leave easily; he wanted to kill a few more to boost the morale of Hu Ben.

Previously, the disciples of the Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe had been slaughtering the disciples of Hu Ben Country like chopping melons and vegetables, without any restraint.

Lin Feng naturally would not be courteous, killing as many as he could.

"Boy, don’t be arrogant!"

"If it weren’t for the fact that many talents from our Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe didn’t come here, how could you be so rampant!"

"In the next few rounds, our Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe will surely sweep through you!"

The disciples of the Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe each had faces as grim as iron, full of anger.

Previously, they had been the ones looking down upon the martial artists from Hu Ben, but now the tables had turned, they were being pointed at and humiliated, which made them furiously indignant.

However, though they were angry, they also knew this person was formidable and unbeatable.

Still, no one was willing to step forward.

"It seems like none of you dare to fight?"

Lin Feng sneered, sweeping his gaze over the group of disciples from the Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe, then after a moment of thought, he suddenly made a shocking statement.

"All the Great Martial Master Fifth Layer disciples from the Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe can come up together!"

Lin Feng’s indifferent words spread throughout the arena, suddenly silencing the crowd.

All Great Martial Master Fifth Layer disciples together?

Everyone’s breath hitched!

On Hu Ben’s side, everyone was stunned.

Hu Ben Country’s Great General and the Guardian General both displayed a look of astonishment; could this boy really be so confident?

Disciples from the Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe were momentarily stunned and then erupted in uproar, furiously enraged.

"Damn, too arrogant!"

"This is unbearable arrogance, I’ve never seen someone so arrogant!

"To actually challenge all our Great Martial Master Fifth Layer disciples, it’s simply seeking death!" ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"This is an insult, a naked insult!"

"Intolerable indeed!"

"..."

The disciples from the Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe were completely infuriated, each roaring out loud.

A group of eyes filled with killing intent stared at Lin Feng, wishing they could blast him into dust.

"What? If all of you come up together and you still don’t dare, then pretend I didn’t say anything."

Lin Feng’s face full of disdain, he sneered mocking, "The disciples of the mighty Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe are nothing more than trash!"

Lin Feng’s expression was extremely arrogant, his words intensely humiliating.

He wanted to provoke these people’s anger, forcing them to enter the arena.

Lin Feng had already observed, amongst the over two hundred Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe disciples, only about thirty were Great Martial Master Fifth Layer.

Thirty or so Great Martial Master Fifth Layer martial artists, nothing to be afraid of!

Even at the Second Layer of Great Martial Master, he had been able to contend with a group of Great Martial Master Fifth Layer and Fourth Layer disciples, with his current strength having increased several folds, he certainly wouldn’t fear thirty or so disciples of the Blast Sword Tribe and Black Ghost Tribe.

Of course, Lin Feng was not blindly confident.

He knew that among these thirty plus Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe disciples, most were of ordinary strength, and not everyone could be as powerful as Mu Ye.

If every one of these thirty-plus Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe disciples possessed strength like Mu Ye, even he would undoubtedly be defeated.

However, such a scenario was evidently unlikely.

Talents like Mu Ye, a Ninth Rank Star super-genius, are not common cabbages that come in large bunches.

"Too arrogant, simply doesn’t know how the word ’death’ is written!"

Among the Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe disciples, a disciple with a rugged face and a burly figure, his face carrying a fierce look, shouted loudly.

Immediately, this Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe disciple turned his head to his fellow sect members.

"My fellow brothers and disciples, this man is disrespectful and arrogantly self-conceited, seeking his own death, let’s fulfill his wish."

The burly disciple shouted, inviting his fellow sect members to join him in battle.

"Good, I’m willing to fight, let’s kill this man!"

"I’m also entering the fight!"

"I agree, count me in!"

"This man insulted us, he deserves to die a thousand deaths, let’s go up together!"

Over thirty Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe disciples responded thunderously, not a single one recoiled.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh...!

The next moment, the sound of breaking wind rose, and over thirty Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe disciples leaped up and flew towards Lin Feng.

Swish swish swish!!

Over thirty Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe disciples lined up and stopped ten feet in front of Lin Feng, each with a face full of murderous intent.

Among the army of the Seven Great Tribes, Tuoba Wentian, the Great General, upon seeing this, his expression slightly relaxed, his eyes carrying a cold sneer.

Indeed, a naive young fellow.

Defeated Mu Ye, has his confidence inflated to the bursting point?

Even if you are a genius, can you defeat over thirty same-rank martial artists?

These over thirty Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe disciples, although not as talented as Mu Ye, each had excellent talent, their strength definitely not weak.

Otherwise, they would not have been able to join the number one Sect among the Seven Great Tribes, the Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe, becoming Outer Disciples of the Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe.

At the front of the army, the Guardian General’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Is this disciple from Fengling Island a bit too arrogant?

Challenging over thirty people alone?

Even if you have extraordinary combat strength, this is highly unlikely to result in a victory, right?

However, the Guardian General did not speak up to stop it.

He wanted to see just how powerful this young man was.

At the same time, he also secretly prepared himself.

If this young man, a peerless genius, could not withstand the group of Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe disciples, he would immediately intervene to save him.

The people and horses of the two countries, countless gazes, all focused in the middle of the battlefield, on Lin Feng and the others.

"Boy, even if your talent is extraordinary and your combat power is unparalleled, you will die here today!"

Among the Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe disciples, that burly and rugged disciple said with a grim smile.

"Haha! It’s too late for you to regret now!"

"We will chop you into mincemeat!"

"Chopping into mincemeat is letting him off too easy, we should grind his bones to dust and avenge Brother Mu Ye!"

"..."

Over thirty Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe disciples, each wore a fierce smile, as if Lin Feng was already a turtle trapped in a jar.

Lin Feng slightly lifted his eyelids and glanced at the group of Blast Sword Tribe Black Ghost Tribe disciples opposite, speaking indifferently.

"Are you done with your nonsense? If you are... you can go to die now!"

Boom!

Lin Feng’s aura surged wildly, Punch Radiance swirling around him, his momentum shooting straight up into the sky.