Douluo: Reorganization of the Haotian Sect

Chapter 118: Killing Journey

The killing journey began from this day.

In this murky underground world, in this dark city full of blood and depravity.

What Tang Fei has to do is not only to win one battle after another, but also to get out of it alive.

It has only been three days since we entered the City of Slaughter.

Three days later, Tang Fei had killed more than a hundred Fallen.

And the games he participated in were only two.

This means that what is truly terrifying is not the enemies in the Hell Killing Field, but the various sneak attacks you will face when you are at your weakest after the game.

Tang Fei's counterattack against this behavior was also very strong.

Under his gigantic Clear Sky Hammer, none of the sneak attackers were left with an intact body, as all were smashed into meat paste by his tyrannical force.

With Tang Fei's basic physical strength, a casual wave of his hand is enough to make the enemy feel as if they are overwhelmed by a mountain.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed and Tang Fei had won nine victories in the Hell Killing Field.

There are fewer and fewer people who dare to launch a sneak attack on him, but they are also getting stronger.

As the number of wins increased, Tang Fei remembered the ignored rule in the original book.

That is, the opponent he faces cannot have participated in the Hell Killing Match five times less than himself, unless all the others have participated in fewer times than him and exceed this number.

At this time, the arrival of a newcomer also caught Tang Fei's attention.

She was a young woman dressed in black, with a beautiful face, a charming figure and a seductive look.

She had just arrived and she didn't know how many pairs of eyes were secretly staring at her.

It was Hu Liena, one of the three people in the Spirit Hall known as the golden generation.

Almost in the next second after she left the newcomer protection period, evil hands quietly reached out to her.

But how could Hu Liena be an ordinary person?

In the original novel, she was a strong woman who won a hundred consecutive victories in the Killing Fields of Hell.

A dagger appeared in Hu Liena's hand, and all those who dared to offend her were beheaded.

She adapted to the place quickly, elegantly holding a glass of Bloody Mary and sipping it slowly.

Tang Fei just glanced at her and paid no more attention to her.

To him, Hu Liena was no threat at all. His enemy was the entire Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, and Qian Daoliu. In his eyes, the so-called golden generation was no different from ordinary spirit masters.

one year later.

The cold breath is suffocating.

A total of ten people walked slowly into the hell killing field. Tang Fei was the last one among the ten people, but he was the focus of the other nine people.

In one year and one month, Tang Fei has won 69 games.

Even in the entire Killing Field of Hell, there are only a few people with better records than him.

In addition to gaining the right to continue living in the City of Slaughter, what everyone who comes here to participate in the competition looks forward to most is winning a hundred games.

With the title of 100-match champion, one can become a permanent resident of the City of Slaughter. Except for being unable to leave, one has supreme authority here.

You can even become a guest of the King of Slaughter!

And this is exactly one of Tang Fei’s goals.

"Ding!"

As the bell rang, the game began.

The other nine people in the Hell Killing Field pounced on Tang Fei almost at the same time.

Anyone who can reach this point is a strong person.

Among them, there are even Soul Emperors, Soul Saints, and even Soul Douluos.

However, facing Tang Fei, their fate was still not much better than their previous opponents.

With one blow of the hammer, limbs flew everywhere.

No one could stop Tang Fei's attack.

A soul master without soul skills is like a tiger that has lost its claws.

What's more, Tang Fei himself is like a terrifying killing machine.

Trampling on broken limbs and stepping on blood.

The cold and bloodthirsty murderous aura spread from Tang Fei almost instantly. He closed his eyes, seeming to enjoy the feeling of endless killing.

Tang Hao was right. Only by constantly struggling on the brink of life and death can one understand the true meaning of actual combat.

This year, because his soul power was stuck at level 70 and he had not obtained any soul rings, Tang Fei did not know how many levels his soul power had increased.

However, it is not difficult to guess through feeling that the cultivation of soul power here does not seem to be as fast as in the outside world.

Although the progress of his soul power was not fast, the life-and-death killings in this year made Tang Fei's fighting will and fighting skills far more terrifying than before.

Tang Fei suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sight.

In a dark corner of the auditorium of the Hell Killing Field, Hu Liena was standing there, looking over here coldly.

Over the past year, Hu Liena has watched almost every game of Tang Fei.

But she found that she still couldn't see through this man. His brute force seemed to have no limits. Until now, no one had been able to find out when he would run out of strength.

Plus the domineering attitude that sweeps away all enemies.

She even felt an unprecedented fear from Tang Fei!
Every time she watched Tang Fei's game, she would be reminded of the scene when she fell under his hammer in the Soul Master Competition.

"Are the disciples of Haotian Sect really so outstanding?"

Hu Liena looked away and quietly left the killing field of hell.

Tang Fei withdrew his gaze indifferently and looked in another direction again.

He already felt that a mysterious force was targeting him.

"The King of Slaughter?"

Tang Fei muttered to himself.

Then he shook off the blood on the hammer and left with the Clear Sky Hammer on his back.

Just as he walked out of the hellish killing field, a terrifying black shadow holding a machete suddenly jumped down and chopped down towards Tang Fei's head.

Tang Fei was no stranger to such assassinations. He gently raised the Clear Sky Hammer, and the machete was instantly shattered into pieces.

Then, Tang Fei stretched out his right hand into the darkness, and a two-meter-tall sturdy man had his head firmly locked by his palm and was pulled out forcibly.

"puff!"

Use your palms slightly.

Just like a balloon being popped, the sturdy man's head shattered instantly and his whole body's breath suddenly weakened.

Tang Fei lifted his shoulders and blocked the swords of the other two people casually.

"How is it possible? Why?!"

"Why does this person seem to have never reached his limit?"

"Let's go together and kill him! Otherwise, if we meet this guy in the next battle in the killing field of hell, you and I will have no chance!"

"..."

At least five figures walked out of the darkness at the same time, some using martial spirits, some holding swords, attacking from all directions.

Tang Fei used his body as the axis and swung the Clear Sky Hammer, which was as big as a water tank, violently. No matter what kind of weapon it was, all of them exploded!
He swung the hammer and twisted his body again, and the tremendous force instantly turned the four people into meat paste.

The other person escaped quietly, but Tang Fei's mental power had already locked onto him.

The Clear Sky Hammer was thrown out, and the Clear Sky Hammer, which weighed ten thousand pounds, stirred up a cyclone. The strong wind alone made bystanders shudder.

With a loud thud, the man was hit and his bones and tendons were broken.

Tang Fei looked around coldly. No one dared to look at him. Then he put away his martial spirit and slowly left.

at the same time.

In the City of Slaughter, inside a dark and spacious building.

An exceptionally large chair was inlaid with blue and purple crystals.

Everything was dark red except this chair.

A tall figure sat on the giant chair, sipping a glass of Bloody Mary.

In the darkness, I couldn't see his face clearly, I could only vaguely see that he was tall and thin.

"The great king, Warhammer Shura, has won another battle." A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

　Thanks to the boss of “No Big Problem” for the reward, thank you for your support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)