Douluo: Reincarnation of Pineapple Blowing Snow, the Fruit Treasure returns!

They completely ignored what Pineapple Snow and the other two were saying.

A series of malicious and greedy gazes had locked onto the three of them, as if they were prey to be torn apart at will.

"That slug is mine now, it looks so cute to squeeze!"

A thin man with eyes like a venomous snake was the first to lose his composure.

He moved swiftly, and a short sword in his hand pierced straight for Lu Xiaoguo's throat.

Extremely fast; clearly a master of surprise attacks.

"Little Fruit, watch out!" Cheng Liuxiang shouted, his physique and reflexes still sharp from years of training.

He took a sudden step forward and used the simple arm guard on his arm to block.

Clang! Sparks fly everywhere!

The short sword was deflected, but the enormous impact still made Cheng Liuxiang's arm go numb, and she staggered backward.

He was horrified. Were all the attackers here so incredibly strong and fast?

As expected, the people here are all extraordinary!
"You're asking for death!" Pineapple Snow's eyes turned cold as she kicked out with her left leg.

Although the effects of Soul Bone skills are greatly reduced, the basic boosts to the body and speed provided by Soul Bone are still there.

He quickly shifted to the side and delivered a vicious whip kick to the skinny man's waist and ribs.

boom!
The skinny man didn't expect Pineapple Snow to be so fast and was kicked squarely.

With a scream, he flew backward, crashed into the wall, and slid down, unable to get up for a moment.

This immediately deterred many people who were itching to do something.

They realized that these three 'little white sheep' did not seem as weak and vulnerable as they appeared.

"Hey, this is interesting. Even the kids who come here aren't to be trifled with."

A deep, hoarse voice rang out.

A burly, bald man with crisscrossing scars on his face pushed through the crowd and stepped out.

He was carrying a huge machete, the blade covered in dark red scabs of blood.

"New guy, don't you know the rules?" The scarred, burly man pointed his machete at Pineapple Snow and sneered.

"This is the City of Slaughter, not a place for idlers. Three little brats aren't even qualified if they have the strength. If you want to live, you have to be valuable. The simplest form of value is to go to the 'Hell Slaughter Arena'! Do you dare to have a match?"

Hell's Killing Ground?

Pineapple Snow and the other two had a sudden thought, remembering the name that Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo had mentioned, but they were not clear about the specific rules.

Pineapple Snowball calmed herself and deliberately tried to get information out of her:

"Hellish Slaughter Arena? So what if we win? Do you think you can just let us leave this hellhole?"

"Leave? Hahaha!" The scarred, burly man seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and the many desperados behind him also burst into laughter.

"Want to leave the City of Slaughter?" Another sinister voice came from the side, followed by a figure leaning against the wall, shrouded in a tattered cloak.

He seems to have spent quite some time in the killing city, "so it's not entirely impossible..."

The cloaked figure raised his head, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes that held a hint of mockery:

"As long as you can win one hundred consecutive matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena!"

"One hundred matches?!" Lu Xiaoguo was so shocked she almost burst her snot bubble.

"Does every match involve a fight?"

"Nonsense!" the scarred, burly man spat.
"Each match is a free-for-all of ten, and only one person can survive."

Only after a hundred consecutive wins will you be qualified to challenge the 'Road to Hell'!

The cloaked figure added, his voice carrying a chilling calm:
"By traversing the Hell Road, you will earn the title of 'God of Slaughter' and... truly leave this damned place."

However, hehe, throughout the thousands of years, only a handful of people have been able to achieve this.

Most people became the skeletons on the road to slaughter or hell.

A hundred consecutive wins, a chaotic battle where only one in ten survives, and finally, the hellish road!
These specific and bloody rules struck the three men like a heavy hammer!
This was far more brutal and detailed than they had previously heard!
The scarred, burly man licked his lips, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes: "So, newbie, don't even think about finding peace and quiet."

They either get killed by us right now, or they go to the killing field to fight for their lives.

Since you guys seem to have some skill, I'll give you a chance. Fight us now, and if you win, I'll take you to the killing field registration area.

If you lose, leave your flesh and blood and those decent-looking clothes behind!

Conflict is imminent! (End of Chapter)