Melee archer with maxed-out Douluo luck

Chapter 159 The Evil of Human Nature, Entering the Battlefield

As the blood flowed into the cup, most of the crowd that had followed Han Li and his group quietly dispersed.

Only a few people remained, but they just stood aside and watched coldly without approaching.

The cup was filled, and Han Li looked up at the woman in black veil.

"Can we go in now?"

"Of course, please follow me."

The woman in black veil glanced at the half-dead man in Han Li's arms to confirm that he was still alive, then led the way, completely disregarding whether the man was truly acting voluntarily.

Han Li turned around and gave the others a wink, then followed them.

Well, since there was no objection this time, things will be much easier from now on.

The King of Slaughter only cares about people dying; he doesn't care who it is.

As for the methods used, Han Li didn't break any rules, did he?

The interior of the Hell Killing Fields is even more rudimentary than it appears from the outside.

The outer perimeter consists of concentric stands extending upwards, below which lies a vast open space with a diameter of over a hundred square meters, resembling an arena.

At this time, there were not too many spectators, but there were still quite a few. Almost half of the seats were occupied, but very few people were sitting together; they were all spaced apart.

Screams echoed continuously from the vast area below.

There were ten people in the arena. Six of them were already dead, and a man missing both legs was rolling on the ground. Only three people remained standing, still fighting for victory.

"Fighting is not allowed in the stands here. You are free to watch."

The woman in black veil explained to them, then looked respectfully at Han Li: "I don't know your number yet."

Han Li threw the person in his hand to the ground, took out the token from his pocket, and then handed over his own token as well.

The girl in black veil respectfully accepted the token, then gestured to the black-armored guard beside her to take Bloody Mary, before turning and leaving.

Meanwhile, many people on the viewing platform also noticed their arrival.

However, when they recognized that the person Han Li was stepping on looked somewhat familiar, they shifted their gaze and turned their attention back to the arena. However, their subtle gaze could not escape the notice of the group.

"It seems your arrival may have provided them with a new perspective."

Dugu Bo glanced at the person who was frozen at Han Libing's feet but appeared completely unharmed, and smiled to the side.

"Then you underestimate the people here. It's not that they can't think of this, and I'm certainly not the first to do it. It's just that their goals are different. Many of the stronger ones here are mainly here to survive, not to get out like us."

"They only need to maintain a minimum level of combat effectiveness; there's no need for that."

"Look, those two in the northwest and those in the southeast, they don't seem surprised at all."

Han Li pointed to the group of people over there without any hesitation.

Dugu Bo looked in the direction Han Li was pointing and saw that the people Han Li mentioned were surrounded by several or a dozen people who were looking at them ingratiatingly.

Seeing the two men's actions, several of the men's henchmen cast menacing glances at them and made provocative gestures, such as slitting their throats.

"Sister Yan and Bing'er, try to avoid these people during the subsequent challenges. Leave them to me, Grandpa, and Sister Xiu'er."

Han Li turned his head to look at the two women whose faces were flushed abnormally due to the fighting below.

"Okay, we'll be careful."

Dugu Yan and Shui Bing'er nodded, not trying to be brave.

Even after losing their soul skills, their combat abilities, though not weak, are indeed inferior to the other three.

"After we come a few more times, I will inform you of the key targets. We will handle the strong ones, and you should try to avoid dealing with the others. Safety is the priority."

Han Li thought for a moment, then spoke again.

He and Dugu Bo had already secretly communicated. Currently, the strongest in this hellish killing field is only a Soul Douluo. Even if someone has some hidden methods, it would be difficult to hide from their mental scans.

Afterwards, he would contact his obedient son to scan everything again to ensure that nothing went wrong.

They all nodded without objection. Their purpose in coming here was indeed different from that of the others. Training combat skills was just a side benefit; what they needed was to increase their soul power and ensure victory in battle.

Han Li had barely finished speaking when he saw that the match had ended, with only one person remaining standing.

Meanwhile, the person standing there had his right arm nearly destroyed, hanging limply at his side, swinging back and forth with his walking movements.

Even if he is a Soul Master, he looks like he would need at least three months of proper rest and recuperation.

But he didn't stop. Instead, he walked towards the guy who was dying in the field and had lost both legs.

He was quite cautious and did not approach directly. Instead, he picked up two weapons from the other dead people, infused them with soul power in his unskilled left hand, and hurled them at the people on the ground.

As the weapon drew closer, the man on the ground stopped rolling and howling. He gritted his teeth, slammed his hands hard on the ground, and used the recoil to lunge towards the person standing there.

The first weapon missed as he moved.

With a thud, the second weapon pierced his abdomen, causing blood to gush out.

But the man seemed oblivious, his mouth, brimming with blood, gaping wide open, revealing his gleaming white teeth, as he let out a maniacal laugh. In the end, he still approached the person standing there.

"If you want to kill me, then let's go to hell together."

To the astonishment of Dugu Yan and the others, he unleashed all his soul power and self-destructed.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere. The person standing was also thrown to the edge of the field by the impact, but his arms were completely useless, flying off at shoulder height, and his left leg exposed bone.

Meanwhile, the shouts and whistles from the spectator seats grew even louder.

"That was fucking awesome! Zhang San really knows how to make something special, even at the last minute he didn't forget to drag that bastard Zhang Quan down with him. Hehe, when we get out, don't try to take it from me, I'm definitely going to kill that dog Zhang Quan with my own hands this time."

"What kind of trash are you, daring to try and take Zhang Quan from me? He's mine now. If you're not happy, go try it outside."

"Let's fight! Let's fight! Why don't you two just sign up and see who survives? The one who survives, I'll help you get out of this mess, how about that? Hahahaha."

"You bunch of cowards, all you do is talk, you're not really going to fight. Hey, tell me, if Zhang Quan gets out alive, will he have enough blood for a few Bloody Marys? Enough for each of us to have half a glass?"

"Zhang Quan isn't enough, but once he gets out, that'll be enough, won't it? Do you want to cooperate?"

"Cooperation? I think you're trying to use me to trade for Bloody Mary. Get lost. Don't think I don't know what you did to the person who came in with you."

Amidst the overwhelming shouts, no one cared about the victor's life or death; they only cared about whether they could benefit from it.

The evil in human nature was torn open at this moment and laid bare before them in a bloody display.

"Is this the Killing City?"

Shui Bing'er murmured to herself, feeling that these people's hearts were colder than her ice element.

"This is the true killing capital."

The woman in black veil had already returned, and upon hearing her words, she surprisingly took the initiative to reply.

However, unlike Shui Bing'er's expression, she had a faint smile on her face as she looked at the blood in the arena, her gaze even carrying a kind of sacred meaning.

Han Li reached out and put the token she handed him back into his pocket, showing no emotion at her speaking without permission.

It's a good thing to let these people understand the rules of survival here as soon as possible.

"Your match will begin in ten minutes."

The woman in black veil did not leave. Apart from Han Li, the other four did not make a move and were still in the novice protection period. She had to continue to fulfill her duties.

Han Li gave a soft "hmm" and sat down, closing his eyes, seemingly to conserve his energy for the upcoming battle.

The others sat down nearby, but instead of closing their eyes to rest like Han Li, they looked around and acted as guards.

They wouldn't entrust their lives to the so-called rules of the Killing City.

Although everything after entering the city showed that everyone was following the rules, they themselves had broken the rules to enter. Rules can only bind the weak.

Having witnessed Zhang San's self-destruction, they instinctively became wary of everyone present except their own people.

A human life is truly insignificant here, worth only a few Bloody Marys.

As for Han Li, he certainly wasn't actually resting with his eyes closed; at that moment, he was communicating with his beloved son in his mind.

To be precise, he didn't just enter a communication state; rather, the dimensional consciousness had already appeared in his mental space from the moment he entered the town.

"How is it? Can the imprints that absorb life force and soul energy here be filtered and modified?"

In Han Li's mental space, he sat in a high-backed chair, looking at the small ball of light in his left hand.

"Dear Father, it is possible, but since we arrived here, I have noticed that the gaze of the divine realm has almost never left you."

The small orb of light flickered with varying brightness, conveying a sense of worry to the consciousness it transmitted.

"Don't worry about it, I have my own plans. Use your abilities to change the rules for us to a 50/50 split."

Han Li thought for a moment and gave the order, but he still did not choose to take them all.

"Follow your will."

The small ball of light bounced once in his hand and then disappeared.

Han Li exited the mental space but did not open his eyes immediately. Instead, he continued to sense the rules around him.

Under the manipulation of the plane's consciousness, the heaviness he felt upon entering gradually lessened, and the rules slowly changed, allowing him to experience these changes firsthand.

His purpose in coming here was twofold: first, to test the waters, and second, to quickly enhance his foundation.

He couldn't accept the initial 30/70 split, since 70% still belonged to the other party.

Sensing the fluctuations in the rules gradually weakening, Han Li opened his eyes and looked around.

Wow, good heavens! It turns out their 30/70 split is a discounted price. Judging from the rules revealed by the other people here, they only get 50%.

"The Asura God is truly ruthless!" Han Li thought to himself.

"It's your turn, distinguished guest."

The woman in the black veil's voice rang in Han Li's ears, offering a reminder.

"Um."

Han Li stood up and looked at the next match that had already begun, where one person was already standing in the middle of the field.

"Wait a moment, it'll be over soon."

Ignoring the stares of those around him, Han Li turned to the group and spoke.

Then, with a sudden flick of his right toe, he hooked the unfortunate fellow who was still breathing beneath him and kicked him down into the field below.

He leaped up, landing on top of the man, and together they descended into the arena, floating over the heads of many people.

The ground below was surprisingly hard; when the two landed heavily, not even a single pebble was kicked up.

The unlucky fellow at his feet was thrown to the ground, and another mouthful of blood gushed from the corner of his mouth. The token also fell out and rolled towards the center.

The token made a clanging sound as it touched the ground, echoing throughout the still relatively quiet hellish killing field.

(End of this chapter)