Suddenly, the sound of fighting rang out, "ping-pang," one after another.
Everyone looked up and saw that in the central area between the two camps, two people were engaged in combat.
One side was an Initial Stage Emperor from the Hall of Conquest, and the other was also an Initial Stage Emperor, but from the Barbarian Clan.
The two were fighting intensely, but no higher-ups intervened.
"Brother Feng, is it appropriate to fight like this? Isn’t the Hunting Battlefield opening tomorrow? Can’t they even wait one night?" Fong Ling was puzzled and turned to look at Feng Shao’an.
Feng Shao’an’s face was expressionless as he said lightly, "This is tacitly approved by the higher-ups of both sides. Our Hall of Conquest and the Barbarian Clan have been adversaries for years, so it’s inevitable that there are old grudges. For instance, a disciple from the Hall of Conquest killed a woman of a Barbarian Emperor, creating a vendetta. Now, when enemies et, they’re exceptionally hostile. Giving them a chance to spar is also a way to vent hatred."
"Of course, this is also a part of the mutual display of power. Whichever side gains the upper hand sowhat boasts the first victory. So long as there’s no loss of life, the higher-ups on both sides will turn a blind eye."
Feng Shao’an explained carefully, and Fong Ling nodded, chuckling, "That’s good, I don’t have any enemies."
Ling Feng also smiled faintly, taking a sip from his water bottle, saying casually, "Hmm, I don’t have enemies either. Soone as friendly and peace-loving as I am, it’s hard to even make enemies..."
"Who is Ling Feng!! Get your ass out here!"
A roar shook the mountains and forests, causing hundreds of elites on both sides to focus their eyes!
The na Ling Feng, after all, had beco famous in recent days and had turned into a synonym for "fierce and malignant" in the hearts of ordinary disciples of the Hall of Conquest.
From the Barbarian Clan’s army, a burly man with a tiger’s back and bear’s waist stepped out, wearing the first batch of soft armor, revealing half of his chest. His skin was dark, eyes sharp and bright, exuding a terrible and powerful aura.
From the Hall of Conquest’s side, everyone’s gaze shot like arrows toward Ling Feng.
"Pfft..."
Ling Feng choked on his water outright, dammit, not so blatant with the face-slapping!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, who was just saying he had no enemies?"
Beside, Fong Ling couldn’t help but feel a bit worried, but seeing Ling Feng’s iron-blue complexion, she also found it amusing.
Ling Feng, with a darkened face, suddenly stood up, his eyes looking toward the man challenging him, annoyed, "I’m drinking here, what’s your business? Speak up quickly, or fart quickly! Once you’re done, scram back!"
The Barbarian man, with a sharp gaze, seemingly crossed the space, directly shooting toward Ling Feng. Realizing that Ling Feng’s cultivation was only at the Divine Sea Realm, he couldn’t help but be slightly stunned.
Such power was simply vulnerable. Is he really here to participate in the Hunting Battlefield?
Or just here to be funny?
However, although this kid’s strength was diocre, he was outrageously arrogant. A re Divine Sea Realm weakling dared to speak to him like that!
"Did you kill Bo’er Shu?"
Barbarian man glared in anger, his eyes shimring with fierce killing intent!
"Bo’er Shu?"
Ling Feng squinted his eyes, arching a brow casually, and said with a grin, "Sounds a bit familiar, which Ah Cat or Ah Gou is he? Sorry, too many weaklings have died by my hand to rember!"
One sentence made the Barbarian man tremble with rage.
Of course, Ling Feng rembered the na Bo’er Shu. When they first arrived at the Hall of Conquest, to avoid the fate of doing logistical work, Xu Taishang gave them a chance to capture enemy scouts.
And the leader of that scouting team was Bo’er Shu, known as the "Silver Fox."
At that ti, Ling Feng’s Dragon Elephant Dominator Body Technique was far from today’s power and it was only by cooperating with Qing Ping Fairy that they captured Bo’er Shu alive.
Of course, "captured alive" was a manner of speaking. After Ling Feng’s fist landed, Bo’er Shu didn’t last long in the prison before kicking the bucket.
However, strangely, how did the Barbarian people know this information?
After all, Ling Feng assud he had no chance to show his face on the front lines. The Barbarians shouldn’t even know about him.
Even more oddly, how did they know that Ling Feng was specifically here?
Suddenly, Ling Feng’s eyelid twitched and he spotted Yuwen Liang watching the show not far away.
Although the guy acted nonchalantly chatting with a few companions, Ling Feng’s intuition wasn’t fooled.
You wouldn’t need a brain to realize it was definitely Yuwen Liang who secretly inford the Barbarians that Ling Feng had captured Bo’er Shu.
What a sinister and malicious villain!
Ling Feng’s eyes flashed with a cold gleam, putting Yuwen Liang on his must-kill list.
He escaped once during the selection fight, but if they t on the Hunting Battlefield, he’d let him know what regret truly ans!
"Despicable and shaless!"
Chu Tiange and Fong Ling obviously noticed Yuwen Liang’s presence too and were taken aback that he would stoop so low.
Even Feng Shao’an shook his head slightly. They were both elite disciples of the Hall of Conquest, among the top candidates, and he once admired Yuwen Liang.
But at this mont, he felt disgusted, even ashad to have been once considered in the sa league as such an insidious scoundrel.
The Barbarian man was furious, staring coldly at Ling Feng and shouted, "Do you know that Bo’er Shu was my clan uncle!"
"What is it?"
Ling Feng stepped out from the crowd, cupped his hand over his ear, grinning, "Speak louder, I can’t hear you!"
"Clan! Uncle!"
The Barbarian man’s fury rose when he saw Ling Feng grinning cheekily, causing him to roar, his voice shaking the mountains, resonating to the Nine Heavens above.
But this guy was truly muscular and simple-minded, oblivious to the fact that Ling Feng was deliberately provoking him.
"Hmm! Good nephew, no need to be so excited to see your uncle! Co, let uncle treat you with sothing rank! Hey, Brother Yuwen Liang, could you find a nice little forest and handle so business to serve our guest? Oh never mind, you spew crap anyway, what you say is just as good!"
Ling Feng responded loudly. His word brought laughter from the disciples of the Hall of Conquest.
"Ling Feng!"
Yuwen Liang’s face turned beet red, this damned scoundrel made him lose face in front of everyone!
And that Barbarian man, infuriated beyond asure, glared ferociously at Ling Feng, "Rember my na! Druck!"
Was it him?
The laughter from many of the onlooking disciples of the Hall of Conquest abruptly stopped, their expressions sowhat odd.
Feng Shao’an’s face also changed slightly, hurriedly saying, "Junior Brother Ling, control yourself! This is soone you can’t afford to provoke!"
"Oh?" Ling Feng shot a glance, smirking, "Who is he? Is he famous?"
Feng Shao’an glanced at Druck stealthily, cautiously saying, "This Druck, within the Initial Stage Emperor, is among the top-notch, his comprehensive strength is comparable to that of Donghuang Xuanyi!"
"Oh? Soone who can compete with Donghuang Xuanyi?"
Ling Feng squinted, this person might be a tough nut to crack!
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