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Star Dragon God
Seeing Huo Feng like this, Wind Pool and Feng Yue secretly laughed, thinking, "You just keep pretending here; when it comes time to fight, you won't even have a chance to cry."
Soon they arrived at the door of an empty cell and Feng Yue opened the door, grinning as he said, "From now on, this will be your home. Go in."
Huo Feng did not move but asked Feng Yue and his brother, "Can you arrange a match for me tonight? Also, I want to have ten battles."
"I've never seen someone like you before. Others would rather avoid battles to survive longer. If you truly seek death, why come here and make things so complicated?" Wind Pool retorted angrily after hearing Huo Feng's words.
However, Feng Yue chuckled and said, "Here, from noon until midnight, there are continuous battles. But for the beginners, there is only one match each, just for entertainment. For intermediates, it's every ten to twenty matches; for advanced levels, every three matches; and for kings, only one match a week. With so many people here, how could we possibly arrange that many just for you? But I can offer you a deal: there will definitely be one match for you, maybe even more."
Exchanging glances with Wind Pool, both of them started to laugh mischievously.
Seeing their expressions, Huo Feng realized that their disdain meant they would not arrange many battles for him. So he walked directly into the cell. The brothers closed the door with a clang and locked it before leaving.
Inside the cell, Huo Feng sat down and closed his eyes to prepare for cultivation.
"Hey! Where did this pretty boy come from? It's such a waste to send someone so clean here to die. Did those two idiots make a mistake? You should be sent here to satisfy our cravings," a sarcastic voice suddenly rang out.
At that moment, Huo Feng recognized the voice was very close. He opened his eyes to see the person from the adjacent cell. This person was wearing nothing but tattered shorts covering key areas; the rest of his body was completely exposed. His feet were bare, his body dirty with some reddish-brown bloodstains, and he had messy hair and a disheveled beard hanging over his shoulders, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
He swayed as he approached Huo Feng, who merely glanced at him before closing his eyes again.
The man reached the space between the two cells and leaned against the iron bars with both hands. He mockingly said again, "Oh ho! I didn't expect you to have some spirit; you're actually ignoring me. Hey, kid, come over here so I can enjoy myself through the bars. If you do that, I'll make sure my brothers go easy on you when they meet you."
As soon as he said this, laughter erupted from other cells. One by one they stood up against the iron bars looking over this way while shouting loudly or whistling and snapping their fingers.
At that moment, the people in the prison were boiling like a pot of hot oil, which made Huo Feng furrow his brows. Although he didn't want to pay them any mind, he also disliked the noise, so he stood up and walked towards the man.
Seeing Huo Feng approaching, the man smiled even more broadly and said in a hurried tone, "Come on, get down in front of me and let me put on a show for these bastards."
The crowd immediately erupted into even louder chaos, their shouts growing more intense, which only excited the perverted man further.
Huo Feng remained expressionless as he walked up to the man. The man looked at Huo Feng with excitement and said, "What are you looking at? Get down now!"
At that moment, Huo Feng suddenly reached out quickly towards the man's groin. With a yelp, the man lifted his feet off the ground, veins bulging on his body as he cried out in pain, "Bastards! Let go of me... ah... if you don't let go, I'll ruin you... ah... it’s going to explode, it’s going to explode... ah... it hurts! Please let go, I was wrong."
The man's earlier commanding tone gradually turned into a pleading whimper. Only then did Huo Feng release his grip. The man immediately hunched over in pain, clutching his groin and hopping around on the ground.
Huo Feng then continued what he was doing, closing his eyes and entering a semi-meditative state.
This scene left the others dumbfounded for a moment before they finally reacted, bursting into laughter. Most of them were holding their stomachs as they mocked the man who had been tormented by Huo Feng.
After a while, the man finally stopped hopping around and stood up angrily shouting, "You bunch of bastards! What are you laughing at? Just wait until I run into you again; I’ll make sure to deal with you."
He then turned to point at Huo Feng and said, "You bastard! Just wait; you'd better pray you don’t fall into my hands. Otherwise, I’ll make you wish you were dead."
"Idiot."
Huo Feng didn’t even open his eyes to look at him; he simply moved his lips to utter those two words.
The man clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on his arms as he spoke slowly and deliberately, "You better not fall into my hands; otherwise, you're dead meat."
Huo Feng ignored him again. The man could only vent his anger against the wall while others who saw there was no more entertainment left returned to their sleep.
In this cell, the idle time was always dull, but Huo Feng did not feel it while in a meditative state, and before he knew it, it was already noon.
At that moment, the thin Feng Yue walked in. He approached Huo Feng's cell door, opened both Huo Feng's cell and the cell of the person who had been teased by Huo Feng yesterday, and said, "In today's second match, Dream Like Morning Light will face Black Armored Tank. You two come out."
The one called Black Armored Tank was taken aback for a moment but quickly regained his composure and swiftly walked out of the cell. At this time, Huo Feng also leisurely stepped out of the cell.
Black Armored Tank looked at Huo Feng with a strange smile and said, "Hahaha... Old man, you really treat me well. Whatever I think of comes true. Didn't you enjoy yourself yesterday? Today I'll let you know what real enjoyment is."
Huo Feng didn't even glance at him, casually tossing out a "fool" before walking ahead. Black Armored Tank's expression darkened, his eyes nearly blazing with fire. With an angry grunt, he quickly followed behind, but each step he took clearly showed that he wouldn't stop until he made Huo Feng uncomfortable.
After leading the two to the Dueling Platform, Feng Yue raised his voice towards Li Yongyuan in front and announced loudly, "Today's second match features a newcomer and the experienced Black Armored Tank. I believe everyone knows about Black Armored Tank's record; just yesterday he brutally tore someone in half. That power and bloody debut left everyone applauding."
At this point, Feng Yue paused, and the cheers from the audience continued, of course directed at Black Armored Tank. Then, Feng Yue spoke again, and the crowd immediately quieted down as he said, "And don't underestimate this young man; he has entered this intermediate level without going through the beginner stage. He must have some mysterious means. However, I still have more confidence in our Black Armored Tank. Will this young man make a comeback? Will he break our conventional thinking? Let's wait and see."
"Now I declare the match to begin."
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