How is this possible? He wiped out all nine in less than six minutes! That's barely thirty seconds per kill!
"That only proves one thing—the newcomer is no weakling. In the outside world, he's probably at least a Contra-level powerhouse!"
The spectators below, who had originally been waiting to take advantage of Lin Fan's weakness after the match, froze. They had assumed he would be exhausted and easy prey. Instead, he had slaughtered his opponents in mere minutes—without even breaking a sweat.
Now, no one dared to move.
"Too easy." Lin Fan casually returned to the black-veiled maiden's side.
"Mr. 9517, what terrifying strength… I can only hope you'll remain this calm in the future." The black-veiled maiden's voice carried a trace of surprise.
She knew very well—among the opponents Lin Fan had just dispatched, two were seasoned killers who had already won multiple battles in the Killing Field. Yet they had been cut down like grass.
"You said earlier, as long as I win once in the Killing Field, I don't need to pay with Bloody Mary for an entire year? I can do whatever I want?" Lin Fan confirmed.
"That's right. You may act as you please within the Inner City—so long as you're not afraid of assassins in the dark," she replied firmly.
"Good. I'm beginning to enjoy the City of Slaughter." Lin Fan gave a cold laugh. "So if I want any room here, I can just take it?"
"Yes. Anywhere but the Slaughter King's palace. Of course, if you defeat the Slaughter King… that would be another matter entirely."
At the mention of the Slaughter King, her lips curved into a mocking smile. Was she trying to provoke Lin Fan into challenging him now?
But Lin Fan only waved it off. "Forget it. I'm just a poor little newcomer who still needs the Slaughter King's emissary to protect me for twelve hours. How could I possibly challenge the King?"
"Pfft…" The maiden couldn't help but laugh. A Titled Douluo, calling himself a 'newbie'? He dared to say it!
Leaving the Killing Field, she gestured toward a tall tower. "This is the finest building in the City of Slaughter. Only the strong reside here. It's also considered the quietest place in the city. From the third floor, you can see most of the city. The top floor, however, belongs to the Slaughter King. Without his permission, no one may enter."
"The third floor will do." Lin Fan nodded.
She led him up. From the hallways came muffled moans and noises of debauchery.
"This is what you call the quietest place?" Lin Fan smirked.
"Compared to the chaos outside, isn't it?" she countered.
Lin Fan fell silent. In less than a day here, he had witnessed in this small city the darkest, most primal sides of human nature—things unseen even across the Douluo Continent.
"Fine. I'll make do with it." Lin Fan sighed dramatically.
Then, standing in the corridor, he suddenly roared:
"Everyone—get out of here!"
His voice boomed like thunder, shaking the entire third floor.
"Who the hell dares ruin my fun?!"
Doors slammed open one after another. Soon, more than twenty people had emerged, glaring at him.
The black-veiled maiden's anxious voice rang out: "Mr. 9517, if you provoke others first, the newcomer's protection no longer applies!"
Her words weren't just for Lin Fan—it was a warning to everyone else as well.
Grins twisted across their faces.
Lin Fan stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. His voice was calm but sharp as a blade:
"I'll say this once. From this moment on, without my permission, no one is allowed on the third floor."
"Otherwise—death without mercy."
As he spoke, the bloodthirst of the Slaughter Sword erupted. A chilling aura swept through the floor, and the temperature plummeted.
"Arrogant bastard!"
"Newcomer or not, I'll take your head and dedicate your blood to the Slaughter King!" A burly man roared, charging at Lin Fan with a massive cleaver.
"Don't you dare steal my prey!" Another hulking brute snarled, swinging a spiked mace from the other side.
The maiden quickly retreated. "Careful! These two have each cleared more than thirty rounds in the Killing Field. Their soul power is above the Spirit Saint level! Even a Titled Douluo without soul skills would struggle against both at once!"
But Lin Fan only sneered. "Arrogance requires strength. And I have plenty."
The Slaughter Sword appeared in his hand. His eyes sharpened, and in the blink of an eye, he became a streak of bloody light.
Two crimson arcs flashed.
Lin Fan was already behind them.
The two men froze, disbelief in their eyes. Slowly, they clutched their throats as blood sprayed against the walls. Then their bodies collapsed with heavy thuds.
"What?!" The maiden's eyes widened in shock. She had expected a fierce struggle at the very least. Yet they had been slain in a single exchange.
What she didn't know was that Lin Fan possessed the Eight Spider Lances external spirit bone, multiple hundred-thousand-year spirit bones, had consumed immortal herbs, and tempered his body in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Not to mention his immunity to poison.
Even stripped of soul skills, his raw power alone was enough to overwhelm Spirit Saints—let alone with the might of the Slaughter Sword.
Lin Fan's expression was indifferent as he declared:
"My strength may not match the Slaughter King's, but killing the likes of you is effortless. If anyone refuses to accept this… step forward."
"I don't mind sending you all to hell ahead of schedule."
"Demon… he's a demon!"
"Run!"
Fear shattered the crowd. One by one, they bolted down to the second floor, some even leaping out of windows in their desperation. None dared remain.
The floor fell deathly silent. Only the stench of blood lingered.
"Now it's quiet." Lin Fan sheathed his Slaughter Sword calmly.
The maiden finally composed herself. "In that case, Mr. 9517, I won't disturb your rest."
Lin Fan nodded. With that, she withdrew from sight.
Lin Fan selected a large, intact room and quickly tidied it. In no time, it was spotless. Even in the City of Slaughter, one's dwelling must be kept clean.
Just then—
[Congratulations, host, for reaching the secret realm: City of Slaughter.]
[Revenge System has been upgraded to God-Level Revenge System.]
[First God-Level Task released: Achieve one hundred consecutive victories in the Killing Field and claim the Champion's Throne.]
[Task Reward: A spirit ring capable of growing to 200,000 years, and advancement of the Slaughter Domain into the Asura Domain.]
God-level, huh? System, you sure know how to save face.