I Want to Burn the Sky

At this moment, the Thunder Spirit Sparrow, which was originally as fast as lightning, seemed to have been struck by something in an instant. It actually stopped in midair.    

At this moment, the Profound Fire Mirror in Guu Feng's hand gently swayed. In an instant, an Orange Flame engulfed the Lightning Spirit Sparrow.    

In an instant, the Lightning Spirit Sparrow turned into flying ash.    

At this moment, Guu Feng used the power of his divine soul and Profound Fire Mirror, not the Blood Spirit Cocoon Domain.    

This was because Guu Feng knew that many people in the Imperial City had heard of his bloodline power.    

If Guu Feng used the Blood Spirit Cocoon Domain, it was very likely that these people would be able to guess his identity.    

As for the powerful divine soul power and the Profound Fire Mirror in his hands, no one knew.    

After all, the details of the battle between the Five Element Clan and those at the border wouldn't be spread to the Imperial Capital so quickly.    

Looking at the Thunderspirit Sparrow that had turned into ashes in an instant, the steward and Young Master Liu were stunned at this moment.    

"This... How could this be!? This is the Thunderspirit Sparrow that I specially selected. Its speed should be able to completely suppress that brat!"    

Guu Feng's deep eyes only flashed for a moment before disappearing. Thus, they did not see that scene.    

They only saw the Thunder Spirit Sparrow fly towards Guu Feng, and then it was destroyed by Guu Feng with a single strike.    

"One strike! Another move! Damn it, how did this kid do it?"    

Young Master Liu stared at the battlefield, not daring to believe what he had just seen.    

With another strike, Guu Feng had only used one strike to kill the second Demon Beast.    

This had definitely exceeded Young Master Liu's expectations.    

Looking at Guu Feng in the arena, Young Master Liu let out a cold snort. "Humph! I don't believe that this so-called Young Master Wolf can really win ten matches in a row like me!"    

"He only won two matches now. After ten matches, he will definitely lose!"    

Others might not know, but Young Master Liu himself knew.    

How terrifying was Slave Martial Artist in the tenth match?    

If he didn't use that dirty trick, he wouldn't have a chance of winning ten matches in a row.    

Therefore, he believed that even if Guu Feng won nine battles in a row, he would still lose the tenth match!    

The battle continued in the arena.    

The steward kept releasing the Demon Beast that was extremely outstanding in a certain area from behind the stone door.    

However, Guu Feng was calm and relaxed. Every Demon Beast was killed by Guu Feng with a single strike.    

In a very short period of time, Guu Feng had won nine matches in a row.    

This caused the atmosphere of the scene to reach an unprecedented height.    

"This... This Young Master Wolf, could it be that he can also create a record of ten consecutive victories like Young Master Liu?"    

"It can't be. That's Young Master Liu, a famous young master of our Imperial Capital. His natural talent is in the top ten of the entire Imperial Capital."    

"That Young Master Wolf seems to be younger than Young Master Liu. Could it be that he is even more monstrous than Young Master Liu?"    

Among the crowd, many people still didn't think highly of Guu Feng.    

After all, in their point of view, Guu Feng was too young.    

As for that Young Master Liu, he just smiled coldly.    

He was waiting for Guu Feng to be killed by the slave who was about to walk out of the stone door.    

Although every time a martial artist fought, the difficulty was almost the same.    

However, Young Master Liu believed that although this steward did not dare to make any obvious moves, he would definitely do something to Guu Feng.    

The Slave Martial Artist that Guu Feng faced in the end would definitely be even more terrifying than the previous one!    

"I'll see how arrogant you are when you die later!"    

Immediately, Young Master Liu's gaze swept across Qin Ling and Hun Xuan who were not far away. "Hey, at that time, these two little girls will be mine!"    

While Young Master Liu was thinking this, in the arena, a stone door was pushed open. Very quickly, the sound of iron chains being dragged rang out.    

Slave Martial Artist, who was in the fighting arena, was bound by chains.    

And the stronger his strength, the thicker the chains on his body.    

Behind the dim stone door, the figure slowly walked out.    

When he stepped out of the stone door, before anyone could see this person clearly, they first saw the chains on this person's body.    

The chains that wrapped around this person's body were actually as thick as an adult's thigh.    

Seeing this scene, everyone on the viewing platform could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.    

"This... The chains on this person's body are actually so heavy. This Slave Martial Artist's strength is far more terrifying than the previous person!"    

"That's right. Initially, I thought that this Young Master Wolf would be able to win. But now, I feel that this is somewhat mysterious."    

As everyone was shocked, that person slowly walked out from behind the stone door. Just like that Slave Martial Artist from before, this martial artist also had long hair that hung loosely on his shoulders, and the clothes on his body were tattered.    

However, every step he took was even more steady than Slave Martial Artist's.    

It was as if he was not a prisoner, but a king who patrolled his territory!    

It was a bit bright outside. When Slave Martial Artist walked out, his eyes couldn't help but narrow.    

A cold light instantly shot onto Guu Feng's face, which was wearing the Purple Flame Wolf Mask.    

It was the cold eyes of the slave.    

From this gaze, Guu Feng could see absolute indifference.    

There was also a kind of disdain and contempt.    

Obviously, this Slave Martial Artist didn't put Guu Feng in his eyes at all.    

At this time, the voice of the steward on the grandstand sounded once again.    

"Everyone can see that this slave's cultivation is on par with the previous slave's."    

The steward changed the topic and continued: "However, this slave's record is that he has killed twenty challengers in a row!"    

"Crash!"    

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience in the stands boiled up.    

"He has killed twenty challengers in a row. This Slave Martial Artist is twice as powerful as the previous one. Can that young master wearing the Purple Flame Wolf Mask really kill him?"    

"I think that since he has killed twenty challengers, he will surely be able to kill twenty-one of them. I'm afraid that the so-called Young Master Wolf will die here this time."    

The steward had purposely said those words to give Guu Feng a psychological deterrent.    

If Guu Feng was truly frightened, he would be at a disadvantage in terms of Qi before the battle even began.    

After saying those words, a graceful figure stood up from the front row of the stands.    

"Don't tell me you guys are so shameless in a fight? Why did our Young Master Wolf arrange to kill twenty people in a row? Are you guys treating our guests like this? "    

In the front row of the stands, Linger's long legs were straight. Because of her anger, her small chest trembled slightly.    

Under that gentle veil, the anger in the little girl's beautiful eyes could not be concealed.    

She could not watch Guu Feng fall into danger like this.    

Looking at a beauty like Qin Ling, the steward sneered, "Beauty, you can't say that. Didn't I say before that this Slave Martial Artist's cultivation is the same as the previous one?"    

"Our dueling ground has always adhered to the principle of fairness."    

"These choices of Slave Martial Artist are also random. If you hate him, you can only blame your young master's bad luck."    

After saying that, the steward kept sneering.    

It was obvious that he wanted Guu Feng to die and even gave such a dignified reason. Hearing these words, Qin Ling couldn't help but want to attack this steward.    

At this time, she suddenly heard Guu Feng's voice from the battlefield, "Alright Linger, why bother arguing with a mad dog? This Slave Martial Artist can't do anything to me."    

When Guu Feng said this, the smile on the steward's face instantly froze.    

"Kid, who are you calling a mad dog?"    

Guu Feng said fearlessly, "Who is it? Do you need me to tell you? And it's a mad dog who can't recognize its master!"    

Guu Feng's sharp words made the steward's face turn even colder.    

However, when he thought that Guu Feng would be torn apart in a moment, the steward smiled grimly.    

"Brat, don't think that you are arrogant now. I won't make things difficult for you. Since you are in the battlefield, you can continue fighting!"    

As he spoke, the steward looked at Slave Martial Artist, who was tied up by iron chains. "Listen, if you can kill this kid, I can consider crippling your slave status and returning your freedom!"