Woo! Woo!

The alarm in the hall continued to blare, like a lamentation mourning the past glory of the entire Freedom Alliance!

The hall was stained blood-red with blood, and the corpses filled the entire space!

Dead!

Except for Smith King, nailed to the wall, the rest of the elite and high-ranking members of the Freedom Alliance had been slaughtered by Ye Feng in just a few moves!

Gazing at the corpses of his comrades scattered all over the floor, Smith knew that the Freedom Alliance was utterly finished!

"Why... Why won't you kill me?"

Smith's voice was somewhat hoarse, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Ye Feng, resembling a defeated Beast King, filled with desolation and dejection!

Ye Feng flicked the blood off his Super Strong Tungsten Steel Sword, folded it into a sword hilt, put it away, and then looked at Smith with a smile on his face:

"I'm very interested in you! Your combat experience is beyond my expectations! I admire you!"

Upon hearing Ye Feng's candid words of appreciation, Smith's face was filled with bitterness!

His whole life was nothing but the word "combat"!

In the tropical rainforest, he fought madly against wolves, tigers, and leopards!

In the dark world, he battled one superpower after another!

Combat was the faith of Smith's entire life!

But at this moment, he realized, no matter how rich his combat experience, it was still not one-tenth of this guy's!

"You want to conquer me? Make me your subordinate?"

Smith seemed to see through Ye Feng's mind, and now with eyes like a beast, he glared fiercely at Ye Feng, grimly saying:

"Don't dream in broad daylight! I, Smith, was born for combat and will die for combat! Failure means only death! To submit to you is...not...possible!!!"

Smith's words were filled with determination, and that unwavering faith and belief were moving!

But Ye Feng, upon hearing this, contemptuously shook his head:

"You're wrong! I don't want to make you a subordinate; I want to make you a servant!!!"

A subordinate is a brother!

A servant is merely a slave, living or dying at will!

Servant?

Ye Feng's words completely pierced Smith's nerves, making his face twisted with wrath and menace:

"Madman, you're dreaming! You want to insult me!? Even if I'm dismembered, I'll never be your servant!!!"

He is the number one expert of the Freedom Alliance, a super-genius of the United States!

Though he has always been extremely low-key and unknown, his strength surpasses even Vera, the leading figure. Now, someone so shamelessly wants to make him a slave, which made Smith feel an unprecedented humiliation!

Watching Smith roar like a mad beast, Ye Feng smiled indifferently:

"Whether you become my servant is not up to you! If I say you will, then you will! You have no choice!"

"Such arrogance!" Smith was thoroughly provoked to laughter by Ye Feng's arrogance!

Even if the opponent's strength completely overwhelmed him, without his willingness to succumb, he genuinely didn't believe the opponent had a way to make him his servant:

"Come on! Madman, let me see if your methods are tougher or my bones harder! Ha-ha... Even if you grind my bones and scatter the ashes, you'll never succeed!!!"

Seeing Smith's crazy defiance, Ye Feng couldn't be bothered to say more, and at this moment, he swung his foot and kicked a short knife on the ground!

Whoosh!

The short knife was instantly kicked out by Ye Feng, then shot like a meteor, piercing Smith's other shoulder, nailing him to the wall!

In the blink of an eye, Smith's shoulders were fully penetrated by short knives, pinning his body against the wall, leaving him utterly immobile!

However, Smith didn't cry out in pain; instead, his mania intensified:

"Madman, is this all you've got? You can nail me to a wall, but so what! I won't yield, never!!!"

Ye Feng paid no attention to Smith's howls. Instead, he pulled out a tattered book from his bosom!

This book was the latter half of the Nameless Technique!

The latter half of the Nameless Technique differed significantly from the first half; the first half honed the body, circulated the meridians, and condensed peculiar energy!

But the latter half focused on Ye Feng's spiritual power!

Just like Ye Feng's hypnosis technique, which had already reached an extraordinary level, his spiritual power had long since become unprecedentedly powerful!

One could even say that Ye Feng was now entirely comparable to the world's most incredible hypnosis masters!

And now, the technique Ye Feng wanted to use wasn't hypnosis, but the Slave Mark!

This was a skill on the latter half of the cultivation technique, and Ye Feng had never found a suitable target before. But now, Smith was the most fitting choice!

At this moment, Ye Feng carefully studied the latter half of the Nameless Technique again, memorizing the method of the Slave Mark thoroughly, before slowly walking towards Smith!

Smith sneered, still refusing to believe Ye Feng could make him submit, filled with mockery and disdain!

And just as Ye Feng reached close to Smith, a needle suddenly extended and stabbed into Smith's chest in a flash!

Puff!

As the needle pierced, Smith's body stiffened severely, feeling as if his limbs were numb and unresponsive, unable to move even a finger!

"Chinese acupuncture for meridian searching!"

Well-versed in various knowledge, Smith immediately understood that Ye Feng's methods were precisely the legendary techniques of Chinese acupuncture!

Right now, Ye Feng paid no mind to what Smith was thinking. He bit his finger and squeezed a drop of crimson blood onto Smith's forehead, slowly drawing it!

His movements were slow, as with each stroke, the crimson blood was tracing an eerie pattern!

Bit by bit!

The bloody pattern on Smith's forehead grew longer and more complex!

Meanwhile, Ye Feng's complexion was growing increasingly pale, as if this drawing method was consuming his spiritual power greatly!

Smith was initially puzzled by Ye Feng's actions, but as the pattern was gradually drawn, his head roared!

It was like a bomb exploding continuously in his mind, making Smith dizzy, bleeding from his seven orifices, head splitting with pain!

It was as if Ye Feng wasn't drawing a blood pattern but putting a Tightening Spell on his head, squeezing it tighter and tighter, almost exploding it!

"Ah..."

Torrents of overwhelming pain kept coming, making Smith unable to help but scream aloud!

His face turned as white as paper, and he looked as if he had just been fished out of the water, with sweat completely soaking his clothes!

This process lasted for about twenty minutes, with Smith's screams resounding non-stop. As Ye Feng's hand moved away from Smith's forehead, Smith's head roared once more, his whole being in excruciating agony, and he fainted!

At this moment, Ye Feng's face grew even paler, yet the excitement on his face was unmistakable;

"It's done; this is the Slave Mark! He... will be my first true servant!"

Though the Demon Army previously called themselves Ye Feng's servants, in his heart, those people were his brothers!

And now, the first servant he could freely control life and death appeared; he was the top expert of the Freedom Alliance—Smith!

"Open your eyes, Smith!"

Ye Feng's eyes fixated on the unconscious Smith, muttering:

"My glory is with you, your life and death are under my control! From now on, you are my Death God's Servant!!!"

At the moment Ye Feng's words fell, the originally unconscious Smith's eyes suddenly opened!

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