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No one made a sound in the entire courtyard as they looked in horror at the white-robed youth standing in the middle of the courtyard. The youth who was previously covered in blood had an aura that no one could compare to, and the power of the spear in his hand was no weaker than that of the blood-red greatsword.

With a shake of his hand, Yi Feng retrieved the long spear and placed it into his storage ring. Looking at the stupefied subordinates around him, Yi Feng smiled and said, "Things have gotten too big. Everyone should go back and prepare for the fight in a few days."

Even though Yi Feng's voice was calm, it carried a sense of confidence, an incomparable confidence. At this moment, everyone's hearts were full of confidence, everyone would definitely survive this fight.

Back in his room, Yi Feng's face was full of smiles. This time, not only did his cultivation base increase, but he was also able to unleash the fourth attack of the Overlord. It could be said that his own strength had greatly increased.

Actually, Yi Feng was not very worried about fighting. With his strength, fighting in this kind of fight would not pose any threat to him. Now that his cultivation base had improved, as long as the opponent's overall strength was not much stronger than his own, Yi Feng would be able to turn the situation around.

Having just broken through, he naturally needed time to consolidate his cultivation base. After taking a Dragon Soul Pill that he had obtained from Jing Er's grandmother, Yi Feng entered into meditation.

Before, when he absorbed the Thunder Sphere, Yi Feng's body hadn't been harmed, but his perception had been damaged. Although it wasn't very serious, Yi Feng still wanted to recover as soon as possible.

The effect of the Dragon Soul Pill was very obvious. Once it entered Yi Feng's mouth, it turned into a warm current that wrapped around Yi Feng's sea of consciousness and began to nurture him. While the Dragon Soul Pellet was being absorbed by his Sea of Consciousness, Yi Feng's perception recovered rapidly. Not only that, his perception had become much stronger than before.

As one of the sect treasures of the Divine Music Valley, the Dragon Soul Pill naturally had unlimited uses. Most of the martial artists in the Divine Music Valley relied on perception to defeat their opponents. The Dragon Soul Pill was something that even the elite disciples might not have the qualifications to consume. This showed just how precious it was.

The days when Yi Feng was training in the Million Douluo City could be said to be very lively. One must know that only once every few years would the two Alliances be fighting, and fighting was even more wonderful. These ordinary people and martial artists were all extremely excited, fighting for the tickets in the Life and Death Arena.

Time flew by on his fingertips. Yi Feng opened his eyes, and his pupils started to twirl in a strange way before returning to normal. Letting out a breath of impure air, Yi Feng stood up, pushed open the door and walked towards the courtyard.

In the courtyard, two hundred black-clothed martial artists were quietly waiting. Their eyes were extremely sharp and their murderous auras were wreaking havoc. Today, either the enemies were alive or they were dead.

Yi Feng walked slowly, as if he did not care about the fight at all. When he saw the two hundred Martial Masters waiting for him in the yard, he smiled.

"Greetings, Commander." The two hundred Martial Masters bowed respectfully.

"En, today is the day to start fighting. I hope you can come back alive." Yi Feng's voice was calm, but every word was heard in every heart.

"We vow to follow the commander to our death." His voice was like a flood dragon piercing through the horizon, filled with the intent to do battle.

"I've already roughly arranged the number of brothers who will fight in the arena. Remember, brothers, even if we die, we have to inflict maximum damage to our opponents so as to increase the chances of survival for the brothers behind us." Yi Feng's voice was filled with the intent to die. His tone was not desolate, but was instead filled with killing intent.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The sound of battle shook the sky, and the morale was high. This was Yi Feng's goal.

"Alright, brothers, follow me." Yi Feng laughed heartily and walked out of the courtyard. Of the remaining two hundred Martial Masters, a portion of them did not need to go up on stage. However, their fighting spirit had soared and they wished they could follow Yi Feng and kill their opponents.

Outside of the inn, there were many people waiting there. As they looked at the two hundred martial artists that had walked out, all of them were shocked. Fighting was still going on. Their fighting spirit soared to the heavens, and their murderous intent soared to the heavens.

The members of the fighting arena spoke a few words before leading the way. The group of people quickly walked towards the fighting arena.

When they were about to arrive at the fighting arena, everyone was startled. In the huge square in front of the fighting arena, there was already a sea of people. It could be said to be terrifying.

Of course, Yi Feng and the others would not enter the fighting arena through the main entrance. Under the guidance of the members of the fighting arena, they entered the fighting arena through the special tunnel.

After a while, Yi Feng and the others were brought to a large resting room that could hold around three hundred people. It seemed like it was specially prepared for the fight between the two alliances.

"Captain Solunar, the fighting will begin in two hours. You can all take a break for now." Fighting arena staff said.

"You can leave." Yi Feng waved his hand, his expression indifferent.

"Commander, you'd better not fight in the first round. Let me do it." After the people from the arena left, Zhan Shi asked Yi Feng worriedly.

"No need, I want my brothers to survive as long as possible." Yi Feng's eyes were sincere. He didn't want this group of brothers to die here.

When the other Martial Masters heard Yi Feng's words, their eyes were filled with killing intent. If their commander was killed, they would definitely kill the enemy.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. Not to mention four hours, when everyone was just sitting in meditation, they heard an alluring voice: "The battle between the two major alliances this month is about to begin. Hehe, next, invite the experts from the local alliances."

There was a trace of elegance in her voice. She should be a young woman, but her strength was not weak. The audience could clearly hear her voice.

A burst of wild cheers sounded out. It seemed like the local alliance's warriors had entered the arena. Even if the thirty thousand people were to fart, it was still louder than thunder.

"These are the fifty experts from the local alliance. We will be inviting the experts from the alliance from the outside world." The female host's voice once again spread throughout the entire arena, Yi Feng and the others naturally heard it too.

With an indifferent face, Yi Feng stood up, looked at the forty-nine black robed warriors behind him and walked towards the arena.

As soon as Yi Feng entered the arena, he was shocked by the scene inside. How was this even a fighting arena? A round arena of several hundred zhang in height appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The arena was surrounded by iron plates that were about five inches thick, protecting the entire wall. Above the wall were countless seats filled with spectators, a group of people who liked to watch the slaughter.

Yi Feng casually swept his gaze over the crowd. He didn't see Luo Yan in the local alliance and was slightly disappointed. He had originally wanted to give Luo Yan a "surprise".

The female host was a 27 or 28 year old female. Her clothes were extremely sexy and her twin peaks were exposed, but just because of her appearance, one shouldn't underestimate her strength. She was a beginner grandmaster.