"No way!"
"He passed just like that?"
The spectators stared at the Voidless Assassin that had appeared and collapsed on the ground, every one of them dumbfounded.
In the fourth floor of Silent Hell, none of their training batch had passed it yet.
Although someone would eventually clear this floor, no one expected it to be a newcomer from another guild.
And outside the hall, things had exploded as well.
Many people were kicking themselves for not having gone to watch Shi Feng's battle earlier. They might have learned something, maybe even improved themselves a little—after all, every expert had strengths and weaknesses. If his strong points happened to fill their gaps, observing him firsthand would definitely yield something useful.
"Hahaha, did you see that? It's not that I'm weak—it's that Shi Feng is too strong! Among our training batch, he's already ranked first in strength. With my level, how could I possibly be a match?" Bao Xiong saw that Shi Feng had already cleared the fourth floor, and his dejected expression from the defeat instantly turned into excitement. He looked at the companions who had mocked him earlier and said smugly, "You guys thought I was no good, sitting on the sidelines with your snide comments. If you're so capable, why don't you go up? But could you even get Shi Feng to fight you?"
Immediately, everyone who had been mocking and berating Bao Xiong shut their mouths.
When they thought about it, Bao Xiong had lost a sizable amount of points, but fighting against an expert like Shi Feng was still a huge gain.
Normally, it was completely impossible for people like them to duel a member who had stepped onto the fourth floor. Those people wouldn't deign to fight them. Now that Bao Xiong had stumbled into a match against Shi Feng, he had absolutely come out ahead. As for how much he could glean from it, that depended on Bao Xiong himself.
If it were possible, they would have willingly spent five or six hundred points—even seven or eight hundred—to fight Shi Feng. But that kind of opportunity was obviously gone now.
Just Shi Feng becoming the first in the ranking tournament was enough to make him swimming in points, to say nothing of why he would bother competing against them.
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Fifth floor of the Battle Tower.
The moment Shi Feng entered this floor, he felt an immense spiritual pressure. This pressure was far greater than what an Abyssal used when casting skills—it was as if a fifth-tier monster stood right before him, making it impossible to breathe. Both his bodily reactions and mobility were severely suppressed.
Beyond the oppressive aura, the entire cave was dimly lit and felt like a steamer, with steam everywhere that greatly hindered his perception of his surroundings.
Amid the steam-filled cave were five massive serpents. They were dark grey in color, each bearing three heads, their amber, icy eyes locked onto Shi Feng.
Three-Headed Giant Serpent, Special Elite, Level 30, HP: 150,000.
Before Shi Feng could even adapt to the environment, the five Three-Headed Giant Serpents moved.
The cave was strewn with rubble that severely hampered movement, but the Three-Headed Giant Serpents navigated it as though it didn't exist—flowing like water, gliding past every obstacle with ease, their speed completely unaffected. In the blink of an eye, they had appeared right in front of Shi Feng.
After the five Three-Headed Giant Serpents surrounded him, they spat corrosive venom from their mouths, completely sealing off Shi Feng's movement. What was more, the venom was as fine as hair—in this steam-shrouded space, it was invisible to the naked eye. He could only judge the trajectory of the attacks by the fluctuations in the air.