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Chapter 346.

"Rumors are really unreliable," the Shadowless Assassin shook his head, seemingly unfazed. "But making me use my martial soul is enough to prove your strength. From now on, I won't hold back."

Wang Feng: "..."

Does this Shadowless Assassin like to show off more than I do? Wang Feng thought to himself.

"My martial soul is called Blood Shadow," the assassin smiled slyly. "It's my own shadow, and though I can't use my soul abilities here, my martial soul has a unique ability—it absorbs blood and grants me one-fifth of the physical strength of anyone whose blood I absorb."

The audience gasped in shock upon hearing this.

Martial souls often have their own inherent or innate abilities. For instance, Tang San's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer has immense attack power, able to flatten enemies with a single blow. Hu Liena's martial soul allows her to charm opponents while granting her a powerful self-healing ability.

Similarly, each form of Wang Feng's Qinglian possesses its own unique abilities.

The Shadowless Assassin's Blood Shadow martial soul, with its ability to absorb blood and gain one-fifth of the opponent's strength, was undeniably very powerful. Though one-fifth may not seem much at first glance, imagine absorbing one-fifth of a Title Douluo's strength—that's terrifying. This ability makes him extremely formidable, whether in single combat or group battles.

Now, the assassin had absorbed the blood of eight individuals, each contributing one-fifth of their strength, totaling a massive enhancement. His aura grew stronger with each passing moment, and his body visibly swelled with power.

"So, I must thank you for killing those eight people for me," the Shadowless Assassin Ssaid with a sinister grin.

He then launched himself at Wang Feng once more, now even faster and more deadly. His speed, amplified by the power of his martial soul, surpassed that of even an 80th-level Soul Douluo.

Wang Feng, observing his opponent's enhanced abilities, frowned slightly. The assassin's speed now rivaled his own when using his first tier of his strength, making him difficult to track or counter with the Armored Black Thorn technique.

Although Wang Feng's Armored Black Thorn was a formidable technique, it was most effective against lower-level soul masters, especially those below the 70th rank. Against stronger opponents like this assassin, its effectiveness greatly diminished. In fact, against a skilled soul master above the 80th rank, particularly of the agility-type like the Shadowless Assassin, the Armored Black Thorn was nearly useless.

With that in mind, Wang Feng stood his ground, calmly watching as the assassin rapidly closed the distance between them. Just as the assassin was about to strike, Wang Feng slightly shifted his body to the side, pretending to dodge.

However, the assassin's dagger suddenly changed direction, its edge grazing Wang Feng's arm and leaving a faint blood mark on his skin.

"Not bad. You can dodge my attacks so easily. It seems your speed and strength match mine," the assassin said, withdrawing his weapon and smirking. "But, despite not landing a fatal hit, I still managed to wound you. Your body's strength is terrifying, though—even my treasured dagger could only leave a small cut."

With a triumphant laugh, the Shadowless Assassin continued, "But now, I've absorbed the power of your blood, and I've gained one-fifth of your body's strength! Next time I attack, you'll have no chance."

The audience collectively gasped. This assassin was unbelievably powerful. Every time he injured his opponent, he gained one-fifth of their strength, an advantage that seemed impossible to overcome.

"This person's martial soul ... is insanely strong," Tang San muttered under his breath. The Hell's Killing Fields, with all its restrictions, still attracted powerful and extraordinary warriors. But the assassin's abilities were far beyond anything they had anticipated.

Hu Liena, observing the assassin's dagger, noticed its unique design. Clearly, the assassin needed a weapon capable of piercing even the toughest defenses in order to maximize his martial soul's abilities.

"Now, prepare to die!" the Shadowless Assassin snarled, licking the blood from his dagger as the blood shadow around him flared up, absorbing the power from Wang Feng's blood.

At that moment, the White-Clothed Reaper—Wang Feng—finally spoke.

"When I dodged earlier, I had the chance to attack you. Do you know why I didn't?"

The Shadowless Assassin paused, confused.

"Because you're already dead," Wang Feng calmly stated.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the assassin's body trembled violently. In an instant, a deafening explosion echoed across the Hell's Killing Fields.

Boom!

The Shadowless Assassin's body detonated, scattering blood and flesh everywhere.

The entire arena fell silent. 

The sudden explosion silenced the entire audience. Everyone stared in shock at the place where the Shadowless Assassin had just exploded on stage.

A mist of blood hung in the air, obscuring their view.

Gone....

The life force of the Shadowless Assassin had vanished!

In the very moment when the myth of the White-Clothed Reaper was about to fall, the Shadowless Assassin had exploded, not even having time to launch his final attack!

Just like that?

What kind of attack was that?

Life and death determined in a single moment? Could a simple exchange really be so deadly?

This felt unreal—like a sham.

Many in the audience looked on in bewilderment. Was the White-Clothed Reaper truly this powerful? Could he really be a god of death? Did a single sentence from him have the power to kill?

Surely only real gods possessed such terrifying power.

Among the crowd, only a few began to understand what had really happened.

Wang Feng stood calmly on the stage.

The Shadowless Assassin's blood-shadow ability was undeniably formidable. By striking the enemy, he could absorb one-fifth of their physical strength—even that of a Titled Douluo.

It was an extraordinarily powerful martial soul!

But no martial soul is flawless, each has its weaknesses.

Take Wang Feng's Chaos Green Lotus, for example. Each form was powerful, but it had limitations. He couldn't switch forms to attack simultaneously—he could only use one at a time in battle. His Pangu Axe martial soul was similarly limited; its immense power came at the cost of overloading his body and soul energy, and if he wasn't careful, it could backfire.

Of course, these flaws were minor compared to the sheer strength of the martial souls themselves. But any flaw meant there was always a way to exploit it.

If Wang Feng dared to switch forms while fighting a Titled Douluo, it would create a momentary vulnerability, and that could be fatal when fighting against a titled douluo.

The Shadowless Assassin's Blood Shadow martial soul had an equally significant flaw, its ability to absorb was limited!

The Blood Shadow martial soul allowed the user to absorb power from the blood of their enemies, and not even a Titled Douluo could escape its effects. But absorbing one-fifth of a Titled Douluo's power would overwhelm the Shadowless Assassin's own body! After all, he was just a Soul Saint.

A Soul Saint absorbing one-fifth of a Titled Douluo's strength?

That's a dangerous game to play.

Moreover, what he had absorbed was not merely strength, but the essence of Wang Feng's body—a body far stronger than even the mightiest Titled Douluo! After being tempered by the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, Wang Feng's physical form had been refined to the point where it was like a treasure waiting for its potential to be unlocked.

Trying to steal from such a treasure without having the strength to bear it? A fool's errand.

If the Shadowless Assassin hadn't already absorbed the blood of the previous eight people, perhaps he wouldn't have exploded.

But the assassin had indeed absorbed the blood of eight others—one Soul Saint and seven Soul Emperors. Even at one-fifth their strength, the combined power had made the Shadowless Assassin comparable to a Soul Douluo.

Then, he absorbed Wang Feng's power.

His body simply couldn't contain such an immense force!

Any form of power absorption relies on having a solid foundation. Clearly, the Shadowless Assassin had no idea just how formidable Wang Feng's body was. Or perhaps, it was far beyond anything he could have imagined.

Wang Feng might have seemed like an ordinary level fifty-five soul master, but the assassin never considered the true depth of Wang Feng's strength.

Understanding the fatal flaw in the Shadowless Assassin's ability, Wang Feng didn't even need to lift a finger.

He touched the wound on his body, which had completely healed.

Smooth as jade...

Wang Feng walked over to where the Shadowless Assassin had exploded and picked up the dagger, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"This dagger... it's no ordinary weapon if it was able to cut through my skin."

The dagger radiated a cold, bloodthirsty aura, its murderous intent still palpable.

Clearly, it was crafted from a special material. While Wang Feng couldn't use it in its current form, he could refine it using the Qiankun Cauldron to restore its original materials or use it for other purposes.

The assassin was dead, after all. According to the rules of the Hell's Killing Fields, everything left behind by the nine defeated opponents now belonged to the victor.

No one dared to object as Wang Feng claimed his spoils.

And at that moment, no one in the audience could utter a word.

"The strength of the White Death is beyond anything I imagined," Tang San thought in stunned silence. "The Shadowless Assassin had absorbed the power of eight others, and after absorbing the White Death strength, his body simply couldn't withstand it!"

Tang San could analyze the situation clearly now, though many others were still in shock, unable to process what had just happened. Those who regained their senses quickly realized the truth.

"The White Death knew all along about the Shadowless Assassin's fatal flaw. He planned it this way!" Hu Liena thought, equally astonished. "It was the quickest way to deal with him! Otherwise, after the Shadowless Assassin absorbed the power of eight people, who knows how long it would have taken to defeat him?"

With the strength he had gathered, the assassin had reached Wang Feng's level in terms of raw power, and he was even slightly faster thanks to the leg soul bone that increased his speed. Had they truly fought head-to-head, without soul skills, it would have been a long battle.

"But this man remained calm, and in that moment, he saw through his opponent's weakness instantly," Hu Liena whispered to herself, admiration growing in her heart.

Power alone wasn't what made someone terrifying—it was the ability to stay calm in any situation.

Hu Liena prided herself on being a clear observer, but even she hadn't noticed the assassin's weakness when he used his martial soul.

Had she been in the same situation, her only thought might have been to expose her soul bone's power to fight him directly, instead of finding a more elegant, effortless solution.

In the blink of an eye, the White Death had proven himself not only powerful but also cunning.

The match was over.

The White Death remained as calm and composed as ever, his elegant posture and overwhelming strength easily eliminating the famous Shadowless Assassin—someone who had gained renown over half a year—without breaking a sweat.

Invincibility had become synonymous with the White Death.

Even Shura and the Hell Messenger, with their equally impressive records, could not compare to him completely.

"It seems the Shadowless Assassin was no match for him after all."

In the private room, the Great Slaughter King's voice was cold, tinged with murderous intent.

Next to him, the stunning young woman's face twisted with frustration.

They had gone to great lengths to send the Shadowless Assassin against the White Death, and it had almost succeeded—only for this unexpected turn of events to ruin their plans.

They understood why, but that didn't make it any easier to accept.

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