Soon, the black-clothed young woman explained the general situation and rules of the City of Slaughter. From the tone of her words, it was clear she had great admiration for the Slaughter King, who was the supreme existence in this city.
Yang Xiong's expression suddenly turned serious when he heard this. "Have you ever seen the true face of the Slaughter King? Or do you know how the Slaughter King first cultivated his strength?"
The young woman was startled. "That, I don't know. But in the City of Slaughter, investigating the Slaughter King's affairs is punishable by death. The Slaughter King has ruled the City of Slaughter for countless years. No one knows when he first became the Slaughter King."
Yang Xiong chuckled. "Interesting. To rule the City of Slaughter, one must at least be a Title Douluo-level powerhouse. But from what you just said, there are no soul beasts in the City of Slaughter. So where did the Slaughter King's spirit rings come from?"
Yang Xiong himself knew that the Slaughter King was Tang Chen. However, from Tang Chen's appearance, it was hard to tell how many generations of Slaughter Kings there had been. Could this position actually be inherited? Surely the City of Slaughter didn't have no leader before Tang Chen, right?
The young woman's mouth twitched again. In this place, no one dared to speak lightly of the Slaughter King, yet this boy seemed to have all sorts of questions.
Yang Xiong did not dwell on it. "Lead the way. Take me to the Hell Slaughter Field."
The young woman was surprised. "You've just arrived in the City of Slaughter and haven't even entered the inner city, and you already want to go to the Hell Slaughter Field?
"You must know that there's only a 10% chance of survival there. The battles are extremely brutal. Right now, you're under the newcomer protection period,24 hours of absolute safety. But if you go to the Hell Slaughter Field, that protection will be gone.
"According to the rules of the City of Slaughter, each person only needs to participate in one Hell Arena match per year to live here. You still have plenty of time to adapt to the environment."
Yang Xiong's face took on a fierce look. "Rules? I remember that the greatest rule in the City of Slaughter is that there are no rules. Here, there is only killing and the supremacy of the strong."
After some discussion, the young woman finally led Yang Xiong toward the heart of the City of Slaughter.
Yang Xiong put on a silver mask that covered half his face. In the City of Slaughter, no one used their real name or revealed their true appearance,after all, everyone around was an enemy.
The city was divided into an inner city and an outer city, with differences in environment and every other aspect. The Hell Slaughter Field was a massive arena.
From the looks of it, people in the outer city were relatively weak. They did not need to participate in Hell Slaughter Field matches; they only had to offer two cups of Bloody Mary each month to survive here.
Upon entering the inner city, Yang Xiong immediately sensed the people here were far stronger, each exuding killing intent. These were clearly survivors of the Hell Slaughter Field.
To live in the inner city, one had to participate in at least one Hell Slaughter Field match per year.
The inner city's walls were entirely black. Following the young woman, Yang Xiong walked for a full half-hour before arriving at the Hell Slaughter Field.
Even just walking in the inner city, he felt countless eyes watching him, clearly seeing him as prey.
Along the way, there were frequent fights. No one trusted anyone else; all carried a fierce aura. Here, there were no teams,only lone wolves.
When Yang Xiong arrived at the Hell Slaughter Field, the air was filled with an intense smell of blood, almost like a red mist hung over everything.
The Hell Slaughter Field resembled an ancient Roman coliseum, with the stands packed full of people. At the center was the combat area, where ten people entered each match, but only one could leave alive.
This meant that almost everyone in the City of Slaughter was soaked in blood. The longer they stayed, the more they were like people standing on piles of bones.
Without hesitation, Yang Xiong signed up to participate, paying the entry fee with the cup of Bloody Mary he had brought from the tavern.
Soon, he was arranged into a match. Several contestants were already in the arena, waiting for the fight to begin.
The stands were filled with excited, frenzied spectators. This was not a normal world,it was a world without order or rules, a world filled only with killing, where everyone was prey.
Since entering the City of Slaughter, Yang Xiong felt his blood almost boiling. Inside the Hell Slaughter Field, surrounded by the roar of the crowd, it was as if his body and soul were being provoked,like the feeling of fighting a soul beast, awakening a primal desire.
He now understood the true terror of the City of Slaughter. The very air likely carried a slow-acting poison, similar to the Bloody Mary.
No wonder in the original story, both Hu Liena and Tang San absorbed top-tier skull soul bones before entering here. It seemed that only with the help of such soul bones could one maintain a clear mind.
Yang Xiong had also considered absorbing a high-quality skull soul bone before coming here, but the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had no top-grade skull soul bones. Even if he knew about the spiritual illusion skull soul bone from the original story, its age was beneath his standards.
Still, Yang Xiong had his own preparations,his main martial soul's growth potential was his true trump card. Poison might cloud his mind, but under its stimulation, both his martial soul and body should grow stronger.
After all, the most famous main martial soul experts ten thousand years later were poison users, which meant this martial soul had an extremely high tolerance for toxins. Yang Xiong had even considered absorbing a top-grade poison-attribute spirit ring, but that would have conflicted with his plans, and in several visits to the soul beast forest, he had never encountered such a beast.
The arena gradually filled with more contestants, each keeping their distance, clearly wary of one another.
After an entire hour, ten people finally gathered. Judging from appearances, none of them were weak.
Once the participants were ready, the match began. There were no referees, only a host. In the Hell Slaughter Field, there were no rules,any method could be used. The fight ended only when nine people were dead.
At first, no one rushed to act. In a ten-to-one death match, striking early could expose one's strength and waste stamina, benefiting others.
Yang Xiong felt several people watching him. His clean appearance and aura contrasted with the other residents,he looked too unscathed to have lived here long, especially since he had admitted this was his first match.
At that moment, a brawny middle-aged man shouted, "A life-and-death match like this isn't for a brat like you. I'll take care of you first!"
Since soul skills were forbidden, everyone carried multiple weapons,huge axes, hammers, broadswords, as well as throwing knives and spikes. Spirit weapons were used less often.
The middle-aged man charged with a massive axe, swinging with full force, clearly at least Soul Sect level.
Yang Xiong sneered. "Since you want to die, I'll oblige you."
Holding his longsword in both hands, Yang Xiong stood still.
Just as the axe was about to clash with his sword, Yang Xiong suddenly accelerated, the sword tip flicking against the axe and knocking it off course.
Against a mere Soul Sect, his strength was far greater.
With the axe deflected, Yang Xiong surged forward, slashing toward the man's neck.
The man was shocked by the speed and power of the strike, but quickly raised the axe handle to block.
Yang Xiong feinted with his sword, grabbed the axe handle with his left hand, and with his right, sliced off the man's hand.
Before the man could scream, Yang Xiong twisted his sword and beheaded him.
The crowd roared with excitement, the arena boiling with bloodlust. Even Yang Xiong felt a rush of heat in his veins.
Seeing him dispatch an opponent so easily, three others attacked,one with a giant hammer, an elderly swordsman, and a middle-aged woman wielding a short blade.
Just as they closed in, the woman unexpectedly threw her short blade,not at Yang Xiong, but at the hammer-wielding man.
Unable to dodge, the man was stabbed through the back.
The woman snorted. "To show your back to me? Seems my name, Bamboo Leaf Green, isn't famous enough."
When Yang Xiong's and the old man's swords were about to meet, the elder's sword suddenly moved with great speed, producing a dazzling sword flower. He clearly had sword skill.
But who in swordsmanship could surpass Yang Xiong's teacher, the Sword Douluo?
With a single horizontal sweep, Yang Xiong broke the sword flower.
Before the old man could react, Yang Xiong pressed down, forcing the opponent's sword aside, then spun his own sword with a technique like using an opponent's strength against them. The old man's sword was completely under Yang Xiong's control.
Yang Xiong thrust straight in, stabbing the old man's arm, then with a full-strength slash, cut him cleanly in half, spilling blood and organs onto the ground.
The rest of the fighters also began clashing. In the chaos, some attacked by surprise like the woman, while others met head-on. The arena had become a massive brawl.
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