After the failure of the chubby guy from Hong City, the place erupted, as several figures were eager to test themselves.
"Zhou Feng, let me take you on, but don't even think about sneak attacking!"
The speaker was a late-stage ninth rank disciple, looking at Zhou Feng with confidence in his eyes, as if defeating Zhou Feng would be a piece of cake.
Zhou Feng couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, "Hmph, it seems the news of me crippling a peak ninth rank Martial Artist hasn't spread widely, otherwise these people wouldn't send two ninth ranks continuously!"
Thinking of this, Zhou Feng smiled slightly and said, "I hope so..."
Before Zhou Feng's words even faded, he stepped forward and kicked that disciple from Hong City in the chest, watching him get launched like a human cannonball, falling outside the arena.
Instant kill, another instant kill!
Zhou Feng once again took down a late-stage ninth rank contender in an instant, within just a breath.
