Douro Continent

Chapter 455 Hell's Killing Fields (Part 2)

The bald, burly man felt as if his serrated broadsword was slipping out of his control and sliding to the side, only to be caught by Tang San's raised right hand. Tang San pulled forward forcefully, his shoulder lowering, and slammed directly into his opponent's chest.

With his feet treading on ghostly shadows, Tang San's speed was as fast as lightning. In addition, he caught his opponent's weapon with his bare hands, creating a momentary opening. His fluid movements immediately gave him the upper hand.

But the bald, burly man reacted incredibly quickly. He immediately released his cleaver and hurled the cup in his other hand at Tang San's face. At the same time, he flew backward, raising his hands to his chest.

With a half-turn of his body, Tang San forcefully dissipated his forward momentum. With a flick of his left hand, he caught the cup in his grasp. His wrist trembled strangely a few times, yet not a single drop of blood spilled out.

"Thank you." Having received Bloody Mary, Tang San didn't say much more and turned to walk inside.

Although the bald, burly man wasn't hit, the power Tang San unleashed in that instant still startled him. His face contorted with rage, but strangely, he showed no intention of reclaiming his Bloody Mary. He turned and walked away without hesitation.

"To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself," Tang San muttered to himself as he walked forward. His wrist, gripping the serrated broadsword, flicked and his fingertips deftly moved, and the massive weapon flew out silently. Such a huge weapon had been carried out without a sound. At that moment, the bald, burly man had already turned onto another side of the street, out of Tang San's sight.

But the serrated cleaver seemed to have eyes, tracing a beautiful arc. A scream echoed from the shadows. Then, silence fell.

"Let's go," Tang San said calmly to the somewhat dazed girl in black veil.

"You..." This was the second time the girl in the black veil had witnessed Tang San's attack, and this time the shock was even greater than the first. She recognized the bald, muscular man; he had survived seven rounds in the Hell Slaughter Arena. In other words, he was the sole survivor who had fought his way out of seventy people.

It seemed that the young man in front of him was not much stronger than his opponent, yet killing him was as easy as crushing an ant.

The interior of the Hellish Killing Arena was even more rudimentary than it appeared from the outside. There were no barriers, and the outer perimeter consisted of concentric stands extending upwards. Below was a vast open space, hundreds of square meters in diameter. At this moment, there weren't many spectators; the enormous arena was less than 20% full. Screams echoed continuously within the arena. Of the ten people in total, seven were already dead. Only three remained, fighting for survival.

When Tang San entered, the Bloody Mary he was holding was poured into a huge container.

"Could you please register me? I want to participate in the next competition," Tang San said to the girl in the black veil.

At this moment, the girl in the black veil no longer thought the young man before her was an idiot. Tang San's strength instilled a sense of fear in her. Without hesitation, she nodded and took the identity token Tang San handed her.

Tang San felt nothing but disgust for the City of Slaughter. Therefore, he didn't want to linger there even for a single day. After a hundred victories to become champion, he could challenge the Hell Road and leave. He had decided that the battle would begin today, right now. In the distance, he felt a focused gaze upon him. Turning his head, he saw that the person looking at him was none other than Hu Liena.

The killing spree began on this day. In this dark world, in this world filled with bloodshed and depravity, he not only had to achieve victory after victory, but he also had to survive to leave.

Three days after entering the City of Slaughter, Tang San had already killed over a hundred Fallen Ones. And he had only participated in two matches. In those three days, Tang San realized that the truly terrifying thing in this place was not the enemies within the Hell Slaughter Arena, but the constant sneak attacks he would face after the matches, when he was at his weakest.

No wonder Hu Liena only played sixteen matches in a year. From then on, Tang San learned to be cautious, careful, and more patient.

A month has passed, and Tang San's winning streak in the Hell Slaughter Arena has increased to nine matches. Fewer and fewer people dare to ambush him now, but they are also getting stronger. With each victory, he learned another rule: in each new match, no opponent can have participated in fewer than five Hell Slaughter Arena matches than him, unless everyone has participated in more than that number.

one year later.

The icy aura was suffocating. Ten people slowly entered the Hellish Slaughter Arena. Tang San was the third among them, yet he was the focus of the attention of the other nine.

Sixty-seven appearances, and naturally, sixty-seven wins—this is Tang San's current record. Within the entire Hell Slaughter Arena, only two people have a better record than him. One of them is Hu Liena, who has achieved seventy-two victories.

Everyone who comes to compete here, besides the right to continue living in the Killing City, most eagerly anticipates achieving one hundred victories. With the title of one hundred champions, one can permanently become a resident of the Killing City. Aside from being unable to leave, one will possess immense authority here. One might even become a retainer of the Killing King.

After sixty-seven battles, Tang San's subordinates had already exceeded a thousand. However, for the past two months, even after the competition ended, no one dared to ambush him.

It wasn't that Tang San didn't want to finish the hundred battles quickly, but rather that as his winning streak increased, fewer and fewer people dared to fight when he participated in the killing competition. It often took several days to gather ten people, and that was only if the Hell Killing Arena didn't reveal his specific participation time beforehand.

Over the past year, Tang San and Hu Liena have become star figures in the Hell Slaughter Arena. Tang San, in particular, has achieved such results in just one year, placing him among the top ten since the city's founding.

Compared to when he first arrived, Tang San's expression had become colder, and he even exuded a faint aura of bloodlust. Coldness, bloodthirstiness, and cruelty had long become synonymous with him.

It's not enough to have high soul power to defeat an opponent. Tang San has already killed several opponents with soul power exceeding level 80. A soul master who hasn't trained is like a tiger without claws. Moreover, Tang San himself is terrifyingly like a killing machine.

The most dangerous time was when Tang San, weakened after destroying two opponents with soul power exceeding level eighty in a competition, emerged from the Hell Slaughter Arena and was immediately surrounded by hundreds of people. He was slashed countless times. But in the end, all one hundred died, their bodies leaving no trace. Tang San, however, emerged from the pile of corpses, his body emanating black energy and his muscles contorted.

Three days later, as if nothing had happened, he walked back into the Hell Slaughter Arena. That day, no one dared to fight. For twenty-four hours, there were no battles in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

He possessed Tang Sect's unique skills, unmatched by ordinary Soul Masters: hidden weapons, deadly poisons, the Crane Control and Dragon Capture Technique, the Mysterious Jade Hand, and the Ghost Shadow Tracking. He also wielded the sturdy Clear Sky Hammer as his weapon. Tang San never used Blue Silver Grass, nor the Eight Spider Lances. He only used the Purple-level Divine Light once, in the most dangerous situation. It wasn't that he wanted to hide anything from Hu Liena, but rather that he reserved these means for his own survival.

That battle made Tang San famous, and his nickname in the City of Slaughter is now: Asura King.

The nine people who entered the arena with Tang San at this time certainly couldn't be only five matches behind him in terms of wins, because Tang San's lead in wins was now far too great. Whether it was Hu Liena deliberately avoiding him or an arrangement of the Hell Slaughter Arena, Tang San never encountered her throughout the entire event. Therefore, both of them were still alive. Here, Hu Liena also has a nickname: the Messenger of Hell.

At this moment, of the nine people who had entered the Hell Slaughter Arena with Tang San, three were already trembling all over, and the remaining six were all bark and no bite. As soon as the nine were locked inside, they surrounded Tang San almost immediately. They knew that if they didn't kill Tang San, they wouldn't survive either.

A touch of blood red appeared in his dark blue pupils. A cold, bloodthirsty killing intent emanated from Tang San almost instantly. He closed his eyes, seemingly enjoying the trembling of the fallen ones around him.

That year, Tang San's soul power improved only slightly, rising by just one level. But he believed that he could now completely defeat three versions of himself from a year ago simultaneously. He also increasingly understood the chilling meaning in his father's words. Only by constantly struggling on the edge of life and death could one truly understand the essence of combat.

Roars and howls erupted almost simultaneously from nine directions around Tang San. His nine opponents pounced on him at once.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Tang San didn't see his opponent in front of him. Instead, he saw Hu Liena standing in a dark corner of the audience seats in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

It's been a year, and Hu Liena has watched almost every match in which Tang San is involved.

But she discovered that she couldn't see through this man. From him, she even felt an unprecedented fear.

It wasn't because of Tang San's endless methods of killing, but because of this man's unwavering resolve.

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