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Chapter 209 Demon Spirit Blood-Drinking Sword

Lin Feng looked at Dai Haoran in the distance, his gaze filled with provocation.

Dai Haoran smiled and met Lin Feng's gaze.

In his view, Lin Feng had become meat on the chopping block.

Don't be fooled by Lin Feng's current momentum; his true energy will eventually run out.

As long as more people are sent up to deplete Lin Feng's true energy, Lin Feng will have no choice but to wait for death.

Then I can go up and finish him off myself.

Lin Feng guessed Dai Haoran's thoughts completely.

Lin Feng planned to use a counter-strategy to lure Dai Haoran onto the stage.

Sun Yu asked him to keep Dai Haoran for him, mainly because he didn't want to confront such a powerful enemy with such a strong background and strength directly.

He was afraid of bringing disaster upon himself.

But the feud has already been formed, and this matter cannot be resolved peacefully.

I can leave Dai Haoran to Sun Yu, but if I have the chance, I will definitely cripple Dai Haoran.

Dai Haoran gave a wink to one of his subordinates.

The man had no choice but to walk onto the ring.

This person didn't actually want to go into the ring. He could tell that Lin Feng was stronger than him, and he would most likely die if he went up there.

But he had no choice; he was a loyal follower of the Dai family, and his life was in their hands.

The man leaped onto the arena, and before his feet even touched the ground, he unleashed the third move of the Divine Sword technique in mid-air.

Lin Feng was very familiar with this move. When he fought Zheng Tiejun, Zheng Tiejun had tried to use this move to kill him.

Now I've learned this trick myself and know it inside and out.

Lin Feng anticipated the man's sword move and jumped up in advance to dodge it.

The man was greatly alarmed. True Qi martial arts were extremely difficult to dodge, and his own Sword Three had actually been dodged.

Before the man could even land, Lin Feng slashed him across the waist with a second sword strike.

With a whoosh, the man was split in two at the chest, and his internal organs spilled out onto the arena as he landed.

The man wasn't quite dead yet, nor did he cry out in pain; he clenched his teeth and awaited death.

Not crying out in pain might be the last bit of dignity he left for himself.

Seeing this, Lin Feng decided to give him a quick death. He casually unleashed a move called Sword Three, splitting the man's head in two and ending his suffering.

After the fight, two warriors from the city lord's mansion came up to clean up the arena.

Lin Feng scanned the crowd below the stage and called out in Dai Haoran's direction, "Who else?"

Dai Haoran didn't care at all about the deaths of his two subordinates; there were plenty of such lackeys in his family.

In the next hour, Dai Haoran selected more than a dozen of his men to go up on stage and challenge Lin Feng. Without exception, all of them were killed on the spot by Lin Feng.

Lin Feng feigned a pale face and panting heavily, making anyone who saw him think that he had severely depleted his inner energy.

Even Ji Yunfeng, who was sitting on the high platform, frowned upon seeing this, as he also thought that Lin Feng's internal energy was almost depleted.

After all, a martial artist's internal strength is limited; any martial artist would have performed the same way.

Dai Haoran's smile grew even wider. He also felt that Lin Feng was about to reach his limit and it was almost time for him to make his move.

However, he remained cautious.

He instructed a martial artist wearing an iron mask beside him: "Iron Mask, go up and have a go at this kid. Once you've exhausted his internal energy, come down."

Remember this: I will personally take this man's life.

The masked warrior walked silently toward the arena.

At this moment, Lin Feng was examining the sword in his hand.

The sword absorbed the blood of more than a dozen people, and the red light on its blade grew even stronger.

Lin Feng discovered that when he rotated the sword 45 degrees to face the sun, he could see a line of blurry writing.

Lin Feng looked at it for a while before he could see clearly that there were five words written on the sword: Demon Spirit Blood-Drinking Sword.

Lin Feng knew very little about the history of the martial arts world, and he didn't know if the Demon Spirit Blood-Drinking Sword had ever appeared in the martial arts world, or whether it was famous or not.

However, none of that matters; as long as it helps me kill the enemy, that's enough.

Lin Feng saw the masked man approaching through the reflection of his sword blade.

Lin Feng's gaze narrowed slightly.

The masked man walked forward with one hand behind his back, his steps calm and composed, his demeanor carrying a hint of unruliness, giving the impression that he disregarded life and death.

Most importantly, this person wasn't carrying a long sword.

Lin Feng sensed that this person was a master, and he became extremely vigilant.

Such a person actually works as a henchman for the Dai family, allowing people like Dai Haoran to run rampant.

As the man in the iron mask approached the ring, he quickened his pace and jumped onto the ring.

The attack was launched before the feet even touched the ground.

The man used his hand as a sword and slashed at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng also used a move called Sword One to meet the incoming sword of true energy, but the man flicked his left hand and used a move called Sword Two.

Lin Feng quickly swung his sword to parry again, using the same second sword technique.

The Iron Mask's second sword came too fast. If Lin Feng hadn't mastered these moves, he probably wouldn't have had time to defend himself.

Lin Feng was astonished to discover that this person's divine sword technique could actually be released from his hand.

Although the Iron-Faced Man's use of the Divine Sword technique weakened its power somewhat, it became more agile and several times faster.

Swish swish.

This man used his palm as a sword, and in just a few leaps on the arena, he executed the first seven moves of the Divine Sword Technique.

For a moment, sword energy filled the arena.

This person's actions opened up a new way of thinking for Lin Feng; he realized that the Divine Sword Technique could be used in this way.

Lin Feng learned this person's technique, but he didn't rush to use it.

Lin Feng wanted to see if this person had any other tricks up his sleeve.

After using up a set of divine sword techniques, the masked man seemed to be tired and stood on the arena panting heavily.

Lin Feng performed even worse, using his longsword to support himself on the ground and forcing out sweat with his inner energy, which soaked his clothes.

Everyone thought he was at his last gasp.

But the man in the iron mask did not give up. He rested for a while, then quickly waved his hands in place before pushing forward with a sudden force.

Seven thick sword energies shot out from his body, heading straight for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's heart trembled. Damn, this guy is really strong. He has really mastered the first seven moves of the Divine Sword Technique.

The martial artists below the stage also gasped in surprise.

Even Dai Haoran's face showed shock. He hadn't expected that his assassin had already mastered the first seven moves of the Divine Sword Technique.

Dai Haoran knew he couldn't do that.

He was even a little jealous of the Iron-Faced Man's martial arts talent.

But then he laughed again. What good was talent or martial arts skill if he was still just a dog under his command, at his beck and call?

Although Lin Feng was startled, he remained calm. When the sword energy was halfway through its flight, he discovered the flaw in the Iron Mask's move.

The seven sword energies appeared dense, but in reality, the center was empty, leaving a huge opening.

However, this broken website is difficult for others to use.

Lin Feng dared to observe calmly and composedly only because he had the Indestructible Battle Body protecting him; anyone else would have panicked long ago.

Lin Feng followed the sword, using his unparalleled lightness skill to soar through the clouds, gripping his longsword as he passed through the center of the seven sword energies, piercing the Iron-Faced Man's throat with a single strike.

With a soft thud, the masked man trembled and slowly knelt on the ground.

Lin Feng flicked his longsword upwards, knocking off the mask of the Iron Mask.

Lin Feng was surprised when he saw the face of the man in the iron mask.