Douluo: From Rusted Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 76: Hell Killing Field - First Victory in Five Seconds
At this moment, a large red fog suddenly appeared in front of Ji Wuming.

"Tap tap tap——"

The sound of heavy horse hooves was heard, and a knight wearing black skeleton armor and holding a knight's sword sat on the horse's back. He looked at Ji Wuming who was breaking the rules in front of him and said seriously,

"You are an outsider who has broken the rules of the Slaughter City. My name is Sweet. You must defeat me to qualify to enter the Slaughter City. If you fail, you will die."

"Then I will do as you wish."

Ji Wuming's blood-thunder spear came out and rushed towards Scott in front.

The warhorse neighed, and Swicott, brandishing his knight's sword, charged forward on horseback.
"boom--"

The two men fought for only a moment, and the huge soul power fluctuations generated almost made the guards around them kneel down. As the soul power fluctuations dissipated, the warhorse fell to the ground and died, while Swickot slumped to the ground with a look of horror on his face.

Sweet threw a white sign towards Ji Wuming.

"You passed. This is your only number in the Killing City."

Ji Wuming held the token in his hand and looked at the back. There were some numbers engraved on it: 16258.

"Is this my code name, or does Slaughter City already have 16258 Fallen Soul Masters?"

Just as he entered the Slaughter City, the gate of the Slaughter City slowly opened from the inside, and a red blood mist rushed towards him again.

"Dong, dong, dong——"

A graceful woman with dark lips and a black tight-fitting outfit, like a thorny rose, slowly walked out of the blood mist.

"Welcome to the City of Slaughter. I am your tour guide. I can answer anything you want to know about the City of Slaughter."

Ji Wuming and his companion were strolling on the streets of the Slaughter City. At this time, the Fallen around the streets were watching Ji Wuming, who had just arrived in the Slaughter City, with vigilance.
But because there was a messenger of hell next to him, the fallen soul masters around him did not dare to kill him.

At this moment, Ji Wuming looked at the fallen people around him with a look of evil disappointment, and asked the tour guide beside him,
"What are the rules of the Killing City?"

The tour guide beside him also noticed for the first time the evil smile on Ji Wuming's face, as if he was not an outsider, but a fallen person who originally belonged to the City of Slaughter.
"The Slaughter City was originally a domain left behind by a powerful god. Currently, there is only one master here, the King of Slaughter. There are no rules in the Slaughter City. To survive, you can live here for one year for every victory in the Hell Killing Field.
We are now in the outer city of the Slaughter City, which houses all the losers. They must hand in two cups of Yellow Spring Dew every month in order to be protected by the King of Slaughter and avoid being eaten by bats, crows, and wild beasts. The inner city is where there are truly no rules...

As he spoke, the messenger of hell looked up at the gate of the inner city in front of him, and his heart became more and more confident.

Ji Wuming thought this detailed explanation was quite good, and then asked two arrogant questions in succession.

"How many fallen soul masters are there in the Slaughter City now?"

"Are there any Titled Douluo-level Fallen Soul Masters among them?"

The Hell Messenger glanced at Ji Wuming, chuckled, and then patiently explained,
"Your number is the total number of people in the Killing City. As for..."

Before the Hell Messenger could finish his words, two fallen ones on the street were blown to pieces and died. The victor was ecstatic, and the murderous look in his eyes deepened.

Even more shameful, several Fallen Ones worked together to severely injure a female spirit master, and even took off her pants and...

"What a pity! Two more people died. Now there are only 16256 Fallen Soul Masters."

The Hell Messenger no longer felt anything about the current situation in the City of Slaughter. She continued,

"As for the Title Douluo-level Fallen you mentioned, apart from the King of Slaughter, there is no other Title Douluo in the entire Slaughterland. There are 20 Soul Douluo Fallen, but they are all winners on the Slaughter Field."

"Don't be too ambitious. Think carefully about how to survive in the days ahead. This is a world where the strong prey on the weak." "Take me to the killing fields of hell!"

The Hell Messenger looked at Ji Wuming, who was so arrogant, with surprise, and confirmed again.

"I've already explained it to you clearly before. Are you sure you want to go now?"

"I'm sure, take me there."

Ji Wuming's eyes were filled with anticipation and endless greed.

This was the first time in decades that the Hell Messenger had hosted such a reckless soul master. Since he wanted to go, there was no need for him to persuade him any further.

Anyone who is not familiar with the rules of the Killing City and has not adapted to the rules will die even if he goes to the Killing Field of Hell.

Soon after, the two arrived at the hell killing field in the center of the inner city, and as soon as Ji Wuming entered,

I noticed the strange looks from the fallen ones. It was as if they saw a loser who was giving them a victory.
Ji Wuming ignored the gazes of the crowd. In the end, they would only become the dead souls under his spear. It was just a matter of dying early or late.

"I want to sign up."

The registration staff on the side looked at the Hell Messenger beside him, and his eyes immediately returned to the operating table. Even the usual registration speed increased a lot.

Less than two minutes later, with the cheers of many onlookers, the previous game ended successfully, and the winner was a Soul King-level powerhouse.

"Let's welcome the next group of killers!"

As soon as the host shouted, the nine fallen soul masters who had signed up for this soul fighting competition jumped up from the stands and ran quickly along the nine chains to the killing field.

"The winner of this game must be me."

"I will kill you all and let the King of Slaughter see my bravery."

…………

At this moment, Ji Wuming jumped down from the stands, leaned his hands on the spear, and placed them across his shoulders. He looked at the nine fallen soul masters present with disdain in his eyes.

"Hey, this is the new guy who just came. If I kill him, the Yellow Spring Road made with his blood will definitely taste amazing."

"Yes, kill him first, and we'll deal with the rest later."

…………

The nine fallen soul masters, who already had a common goal, quickly summoned their own martial spirits and rushed towards Ji Wuming.
"You guys without soul skills are too slow."

"Pfft-"

Ji Wuming's figure moved at high speed. He aimed at the target and thrust out his spear, piercing through three fallen soul masters who only had the strength of Soul Sect. The three of them died instantly.

Ji Wuming flipped over and jumped, and while they were still not able to react, he kicked his legs backwards, sending the two fallen soul masters flying backwards, their sternums shattered. Then, Ji Wuming firmly grasped the heads of the remaining two soul masters in front of him.
"what--"

Before they could cry out in pain, Ji Wuming's hands collided forcefully, causing the skulls of the two fallen soul masters to crack and shatter, leaving two headless corpses falling to the ground.

(End of this chapter)