Gao Wu: My freshman internship was a battle on the front lines.

Chapter 138 One-hit kill

The Mountain and River Prefecture Arena.

The stands were packed with people.

The city lords and garrison commanders of the eight major cities, and officials of all levels in Shanhe Prefecture.

The teachers and students of the Taoist academy.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on the two figures in the center of the arena.

Zhao Gongming sat in the center of the platform, his expression serious, his fingers lightly tapping the teacup beside him.

He was a mid-stage seventh-order Venerable who had seen countless storms, but his heart was not at peace at this moment.

If we win this battle, that's fine.

Losing to Shanhe Prefecture would be a huge loss of face, but more importantly, it would mean losing a talented young man.

Wang Yaowu sat next to him, legs crossed, with that smug smile on his face.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said slowly.

"The Silver Star Prince is at the late sixth rank, with over seven million health points and unfathomable mental power. The Mechanical Race's 'Mechanical Ascension' is not just a simple mechanical modification; their mental power is several times that of humans of the same rank."

Every word he uttered felt like a slap in the face to everyone in Shanhe Prefecture.

On the stands, the city lords and garrison commanders had ashen faces.

"Oh shit!"

"We old folks have lived this long for nothing. We let a junior fight desperately against the foreign race while we sit here and watch helplessly."

"Damn it! I don't care anymore! If anything happens to Ye Feng, I'll risk my life to kill that mechanical race."

the other direction.

Ouyang Tian sat in the corner of the stands, his eyes fixed on the arena.

He disliked Ye Feng, but at this moment he disliked the mechanical race even more.

"Grandpa, can Ye Feng win?"

His voice trembled slightly.

Ouyang Nan stroked his beard, looked at the young man's back on the stage, and smiled.

"Don't worry, my dear grandson. Someone who can master weapon crafting to this extent isn't a reckless fool. If he dares to step forward, he'll win."

"But"

"No buts!"

Ouyang Tian's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything more.

Zhou Wuwei's face turned ashen.

He is the deputy city lord of Shanhe Prefecture and a representative figure of aristocratic families in Shanhe Prefecture.

Wang Yaowu and Yin Xing stayed at his residence, and he sent people to receive them.

At that moment, he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"Wouldn't this put me in a position of injustice and immorality? How can I face those ancestors who fought and sacrificed their lives against the foreign race!"

In the center of the arena, Ye Feng and Yin Xing stood face to face.

Silver Star's eyes flickered slowly, her voice cold and arrogant.

"Human, you're doomed."

The next sentence was transmitted into Ye Feng's ears via telepathy.

"The Demon Flame Spatial Ring isn't so easy to obtain."

Ye Feng's eyes flickered slightly.

It turned out to be the case.

These mechanical beings are working for the Heavenly Demons.

"oh."

He nodded, his expression unchanged.

"I survived a full-force attack from a near-eighth-tier Martial Emperor—an attack that dealt a staggering twenty million units of health. What do you have to fight me with?"

Ye Feng did not reply.

But then the system notification sounded suddenly.

[Ding! Talent skill book dropper detected: Machine Race Silvermoon.]

"This is truly a double celebration!"

"My fully charged attack just happened to have nowhere to go!"

The referee stepped onto the ring and raised his right hand.

"Sparring is a friendly exchange, and it ends when the point is reached. If one side concedes defeat or loses the ability to fight, the other side may not continue attacking. Understand?"

"start!"

The referee's right hand slammed down, and the referee quickly stepped back.

Silver Star moved.

His body left a trail of afterimages in place, moving at an astonishing speed.

His right arm suddenly deformed during the charge.

The silvery-white metal arm suddenly melted, transforming into a sharp silver longsword.

That was Silver Star's strongest move.

It is a legacy from a ninth-tier invincible expert of the Mechanical Race.

This is also the biggest advantage that allows Silver Star to defeat high-level powerhouses.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

The silver longsword grew longer as it flew in the wind, carrying the terrifying power of Silver Star's seven or eight million health points.

"cut!"

Silver Star shouted loudly.

A silver longsword, carrying a terrifying blade aura tens of feet long, slashed towards Ye Feng.

On the stands, Cao Keyuan suddenly stood up.

Director Zhou was so nervous that he dropped his teacup on the floor.

Just as the blade's energy was less than half a meter from Ye Feng's head...

Ye Feng made a move.

He reached his right hand towards his waist.

Draw your sword.

The Soul-Slaying Blade was drawn.

Holy level top grade!

Three hundred and sixty spirit arrays were operating simultaneously.

A dark red light flowed across the blade.

Then came an ordinary, unremarkable slash.

There are no tricks involved.

There are no fancy special effects whatsoever!

However, this strike carried the power of 45 million points of health.

"You think you can withstand an attack that deals 20 million damage? Then try my fully charged attack with 1,500 charges."

"An attack that deals 45 million damage! I wonder if you can withstand it!"

The terrifying power generated by the slash caused the space itself to ripple.

Spatial rifts appeared around the blade's aura.

Densely packed!

Horror!

Ye Feng had already completed the three thousand charge-ups in the Haicheng Spirit Realm.

Upgraded to the orange-tier talent Bloodlust.

The three thousand charges in that charged attack could increase its power by forty-five times.

Ye Feng currently has one million health points.

Forty-five times the power.

That's an attack with 45 million health points.

Even an eighth-tier Martial God wouldn't dare to take this attack head-on!

A single slash was unleashed.

Silver Star's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Why! How could a fifth-tier human unleash such a terrifying attack!"

He sensed a deadly danger.

He never imagined that this human, who was only at the fifth rank, could unleash such a terrifying blood energy attack.

He regrets it now!

He is a once-in-a-millennium genius of the mechanical race!

They are the future prodigies who can become invincible powerhouses.

He's going to die in this place.

He is not willing!

"No! You can't kill me! I'm a representative of the Machine Race!"

However, it was of no use.

The blade of the Soul-Slaying Blade sliced ​​directly through Silver Star's body.

It chops straight down from above.

The silver star was neatly split in two.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror.

The interior of the silvery-white metal body.

Precision components and energy circuits are exposed to the air, emitting blue smoke and hissing.

The arena behind him was also blasted into a crater tens of meters deep!

Sold out instantly.

A knife.

Less than a second.

The stands were completely silent.

Hundreds of mouths, but not a single one could utter a word.

Ouyang Tian opened his eyes, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

Ouyang Nan stopped stroking his beard.

"He believed Ye Feng could win! But he didn't expect Ye Feng to win so easily and decisively!"

Zhao Gongming's finger hovered in mid-air.

He had seen countless geniuses, but never one like this.

A knife!

The sixth-tier peak mechanical race prince was instantly killed by a young man in the mid-fifth tier.

"His attack just now! His health points were in the tens of millions! Even I couldn't withstand that!"

"Looks like this little guy has quite a few secrets!"

"Haha! Humanity is fortunate indeed! My Shanhe Prefecture is fortunate indeed!"

Wang Yaowu dropped his teacup on the ground, splashing tea all over his trousers.

The smile on his face froze.

There was only one thought in my mind.

"It's over. Yin Xing is dead, the heir of the Yin Yue family is dead. How will he explain this?"

"Ye Feng!" Wang Yaowu suddenly stood up, his voice sharp and high-pitched.

"How dare you!"

"He's the envoy from the Machine Race sent to Great Xia!"

"Do you want to rebel?"

"A fight to the death." Ye Feng sheathed his sword, turned around and looked at him calmly.

"He agreed to it himself."

"Or is Inspector Wang also prepared to test my blade, Ye Feng's?"

Wang Yaowu opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He was just an ordinary seventh-level Venerable.

It was made by using countless rare and precious materials.

How could he dare to accept Ye Feng's challenge?

In the stands, Cao Keyuan sat back down in his chair, his legs feeling a little weak.

An old man suddenly burst into laughter, the sound of which shook the stands.

"Hahahaha! Good! Good! Good!"

He turned to look at Wang Yaowu.

"Inspector Wang, is this mechanical race's genius really that bad? That's all?"

Wang Yaowu's face turned a deep shade of liver color. He stood up, turned around, and stormed off.

He knew he was doomed!

What was Ye Feng's final fate?

he does not know!

But his fate is definitely not good!

"No! I don't want to die! I've only just married my thirteen concubines!"

"We can't let some other scumbag man get away with this!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's go find Yin Xing's older brother, Yin Yue!"

"This is my only way to survive!"

He walked and thought!

I tripped over my foot and almost fell.

Then a burst of laughter followed.

Zhao Gongming sat on the platform, watching Ye Feng's retreating figure as he walked off the stage.

Zhou Wuwei let out a long breath.

From today onwards, he will sever ties with Wang Yaowu and with those who surrendered.

Ye Feng didn't care about anyone's reaction.

He only cared about what talent skill books he had obtained.

[Ding! Slay a Tier 6 Mech! Gain 30000 Kill Points]

[Ding! You have obtained a red talent skill book.]

"System! Learn the skill book!"