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The manager maintained a professional smile on his face, but a subtle glint of contempt flashed in the depths of his eyes.
He bowed slightly, but his tone left no room for doubt:
"Sir, please calm down. Those are our most distinguished guests in the Grand Fighting Spirit Arena, enjoying the highest level of privileges.
As for eligibility, we have our own criteria for judging, and we hope you understand."
"The most distinguished guest?"
Ma Hongjun's voice rose, becoming even more indignant.
"I think he went through the back door!
Or is it just because he has some money?
Do you know who our dean is?
"Flender, the four-eyed cat-owl, a level 78 Soul Saint! Is he even inferior to them?"
Ma Hongjun became furious when he thought about how he was beaten up by two young girls yesterday.
We must save face here!
It can't be such a coincidence that the two women today are also here, right?
The commotion here has attracted the attention of some passing VIPs, and many people cast curious or inquiring glances.
At this moment, Wei Feng, who was walking in front and almost reaching the door of the box, slowly turned around.
His expression was calm, even with a hint of a smile, but his eyes were like a deep pool of cold water, falling on Ma Hongjun.
"Fatty."
Wei Feng's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the slightly noisy corridor.
"It seems that last night's lesson hasn't taught you what 'quiet' means."
Ma Hongjun's heart skipped a beat when he saw Wei Feng's look, and he felt inexplicably scared.
But he didn't want to show his weakness in front of everyone.
Ma Hongjun felt uneasy when he saw Wei Feng's deep eyes.
But when he looked around, he didn't see the two women who had made him suffer so much yesterday, and his courage grew a little.
He thought that the boy in front of him didn't look very old.
Maybe he is just a figurehead who relies on his family background.
If I can defeat him head-on in the fighting arena, wouldn't I be able to save face?
If those two beauties were here, could I show off in front of them?
Thinking of this, Ma Hongjun suppressed his uneasiness, straightened his chest, and shouted in his hoarse voice:
"Hmph! Stop pretending! If you have the ability, don't rely on women. Come to the fighting arena and have a one-on-one duel with me! I'll beat you to a pulp!"
Ma Hongjun deliberately spoke loudly so that everyone around could hear, trying to force Wei Feng to fight.
When Wei Feng heard this, the faint smile on his face deepened. He nodded lightly, his tone calm and unperturbed:
"As you wish. I hope your strength is as strong as your words."
After saying that, Wei Feng didn't look at Ma Hongjun again. He turned around, pushed open the door of the Tianzihao VIP room, and walked in.
That last glance was calm and peaceful, but it made Ma Hongjun shiver for no reason.
As if being stared at by something extremely terrifying, a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on my back.
The door of the VIP room closed gently behind Wei Feng, blocking out the noise outside.
Inside the room, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling had already sat in comfortable soft chairs, looking down through the glazed windows.
Seeing Wei Feng coming in, Dugu Yan immediately asked curiously:
"Xiao Feng, do you really want to fight that fat guy? Wouldn't that dirty your hands?"
Wei Feng walked up to them with a relaxed smile on his face, as if the little incident outside the door just now was not worth mentioning at all.
He stretched out his hand, and the soul power at his fingertips moved slightly. A faint blue light flashed, accompanied by a strange breath, and a peculiarly shaped "soul beast" appeared in the room.
It is shaped like an ornate chandelier with a bronze base and a lavender "lampshade".
A strange face appeared on the lampshade, and a faint, cold flame that seemed to be able to freeze the soul burned around it.
It was Wei Feng's third martial soul, Fiery Fire, the Crystal Lamp Fire Spirit.
"Of course I don't have to do it myself."
Wei Feng gently stroked the cold lamp holder of the crystal lamp and said with a smile.
"Just let the flame stretch its muscles. It needs some... 'fuel' to nourish its soul fire."
The faint blue flame of the crystal lamp spirit flickered slightly, and the face on the lampshade seemed to turn towards Wei Feng, conveying an emotion of longing and obedience.
As an out-of-body martial spirit of both fire and ghost, it possesses the ability to absorb life energy and soul power.
In its perception, Ma Hongjun's soul, which was filled with evil fire, although it contained many impurities, was still a good "tonic".
Wei Feng instructed the crystal lamp spirit:
"Go ahead, Xuanbing. Have some fun with that fat guy. Be careful not to kill him, but make sure he...learns this lesson well."
Wei Feng's words were gentle, but there was a hint of chill in their content.
The crystal lamp's flame flashed, and its body became translucent. It merged silently into the wall like a ghost and floated directly towards the preparation area of the fighting arena below.
It has locked onto Ma Hongjun's soul fluctuations that carry the aura of evil fire.
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling smiled at each other, and both saw the look of anticipation in each other's eyes.
They are well aware of the power of Wei Feng's third martial soul.
That outspoken fat guy is probably in big trouble this time.
Dugu Yan excitedly came to the glass window:
"Great! It's a good opportunity to see Liehuo's new abilities! How dare that fat guy tease us!"
Wei Feng sat down leisurely and picked up the drink that the waiter had already prepared.
He cast his gaze towards the fighting arena below, which would soon become the stage, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. A good show was about to begin.
Ma Hongjun had no idea what kind of opponent he was about to face.
Ma Hongjun was still indignant about the conflict just now.
Muttering to himself, he followed the Shrek group towards their assigned rest area.
An invisible, cold touch flowed like mercury on the ground, silently blending into his body.
It's a raging fire.
The crystal lamp fire spirit, with its strange ghost-like characteristics, was completely unnoticed by all the Shrek people, including Soul Saint Flanders and Theoretical Master Yu Xiaogang.
Like a cancer in the bone, it easily penetrated deep into Ma Hongjun's soul.
It did not wreak havoc immediately, but acted like the most patient hunter.
He began to absorb the power contained in Ma Hongjun's soul bit by bit.
Especially the restless source of evil fire.
"Hmm…"
Ma Hongjun shuddered violently, and an indescribable feeling of weakness came over him without warning.
He felt as if he had stayed up all night for several days in a row, or as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
My eyelids were so heavy that I could hardly lift them up. It felt like most of my strength had been drained out of my body, and even my steps were unsteady.
"Fatty, what's wrong with you?"
Dai Mubai, who was standing next to him, was the first to notice his abnormality and asked with a frown.
Ma Hongjun's fat face, which had turned red with anger just now, turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There was a faint bluish-black color under his eyes, and he looked listless.