Chapter 233: Tang San's First Battle
"Don't you think that if the self-righteous Soul Hall finds out about the existence of the City of Slaughter, they won't come to wipe you out?"
"Even if they know, so what? Forget about the fact that wiping out the City of Slaughter wouldn't benefit them at all, Mr. 9528, don't you remember that those who can enter the City of Slaughter are all criminals? The people from the Soul Hall probably wish that all the evil people on the continent would come here!"
Tang San nodded. Indeed, as Blood Rose had said, the City of Slaughter was a natural prison for the Soul Hall, helping them imprison some of the most unforgivable criminals. Perhaps the food source for the City of Slaughter was even provided by the Soul Hall.
The outlaws here didn't seem like the kind of people who would settle down and farm or raise livestock.
After asking Blood Rose a few more questions about the City of Slaughter, the woman turned back to look at Tang San.
"Well then, would you like to familiarize yourself with the environment of the City of Slaughter, Mr. 9528?"
"By the way, as a newcomer, if you stay by my side, you'll have a 12-hour protection period!"
The words of the woman made Tang San frown. As he walked with her, he had already learned about the basic rules and environment of the City of Slaughter. Everything here made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Whether it was the people who had to pay two Bloody Marys every month to avoid the Hell Slaughter Field, or the outlaws who would smile warmly one moment and take your head off the next.
"No need. Just take me directly to the Hell Slaughter Field."
As for the City of Slaughter, Tang San only wanted to complete the trial and leave as soon as possible. He feared that if he stayed here too long, he would become a madman who only knew how to kill.
Because he had realized that in the City of Slaughter, he didn't need to control his emotions intentionally—killing intent would naturally surge within him. Only by constantly killing could he suppress the violence in his heart. If this continued, he would surely lose himself in this endless killing.
And the woman had mentioned that the City of Slaughter was a paradise for the fallen. Tang San only chuckled in response. The people who paid Bloody Marys every month were hardly here to enjoy themselves.
To be more precise, this place was more like a paradise for those with strong strength who had fallen from grace. He wasn't a criminal, so it would be better to leave as soon as possible.
Blood Rose smiled but didn't refuse Tang San's request. She continued to lead him to a special building.
The building was round in shape, or more accurately, an irregular cone, with the largest diameter at the base and narrowing as it rose, reaching a height of 50 meters.
"Excuse me, are there any rules for the battles in the Hell Slaughter Field?"
"It's simple. Once you enter, use your identity token to register, and then wait for the battle to begin. You are not allowed to strike before the battle starts. Each fight will have ten participants. No matter what means you use, the last one standing is the winner."
Tang San nodded, understanding. He was secretly surprised. A 10-to-1 elimination rate—no wonder the weaker individuals would rather offer their blood every month than participate in the battles of the Slaughter Field.
However, Tang San felt confident. This City of Slaughter, where soul skills weren't allowed, was the perfect place for him to utilize Tang Sect's hidden weapons and techniques.
After thinking for a moment, Tang San bid Blood Rose farewell and entered the Slaughter Field. After showing his identity token at the front desk, he moved to a corner to wait.
He glanced over the open space ahead. Four people were already waiting there. Among them were a burly man with a rugged appearance and another with a pale, somber face. Despite their differences, the one thing they all shared was the killing intent in their eyes.
Since Tang San entered, the four of them had locked eyes on him. They looked at him briefly, but quickly looked away, clearly not seeing the unimposing, clearly young Tang San as a threat.
After a long wait, the ten participants for this Hell Slaughter Field battle were finally gathered. The last to enter was a middle-aged man with pale skin, hollowed eyes, and a frail physique. He looked like he had been forced into the arena due to his inability to produce enough Bloody Marys.
With the arrival of several Slaughter Knights, the ten participants, including Tang San, were escorted into the arena.
It was very rudimentary, even less elaborate than the preliminary rounds of the Elite Soul Master Tournament, yet it would decide the life or death of the ten participants.
As one of the knights gave the signal to start the battle, all ten participants, including Tang San, tensed up.
Tang San's eyes glowed with a hint of purple, activating his Purple Extreme Magic Eyes. This was a matter of life and death, so he wasn't going to take it lightly.
In the end, the first to act was the large, burly man who had registered first. He charged toward the others, swinging his large blade, creating a wind with each swing. In just a few moves, he took the life of another muscular man who had been holding a steel hammer.
Tang San watched coldly, not in a hurry to make his move. Watching the battle unfold and conserving energy was clearly a good strategy.
The large man, also considerate, took his time dealing with the other participants until only Tang San and the unlucky man with the vacant expression remained. Finally, he turned his attention to Tang San.
In the large man's eyes, these two were the least threatening—one had no killing intent and was clearly a newcomer to the City of Slaughter, while the other seemed to have no combat intent at all.
With his great sword resting on his shoulder, the large man slowly walked toward Tang San, grinning.
"Kid, it's your turn."
Tang San smiled faintly. His jade-like right hand brushed over his soul tool.
"Thank you for dealing with the others. Now… you can die!"
The large man was slightly stunned, not expecting the seemingly weak kid in front of him to say such a thing.
Angrily, he raised his sword to strike Tang San. However, after taking two steps forward, he suddenly stopped, spitting out a mouthful of blood before collapsing to the ground.
It turned out that a small, leaf-shaped dart had pierced his neck, deeply cutting his carotid artery.
Tang San stepped forward and retrieved the dart. Though his soul tool contained many of these hidden weapons, in the City of Slaughter, he couldn't find the materials or tools to make more, so it was better to use them sparingly.
After dealing with the large man, Tang San slowly walked toward the frail, middle-aged man who had collapsed into a sitting position as soon as he entered. The man seemed to sense someone approaching and trembled involuntarily.
"Sorry, although you didn't seek death, it was destined that you would meet this fate."
After delivering a painless end to the man, the Slaughter Knight announced Tang San's victory. Tang San, suppressing his discomfort, exited the Hell Slaughter Field, where he saw Blood Rose walking toward him.
"Well, it seems I underestimated Mr. 9528. I thought that would be the last time we met!"
"Here, have a drink."
Tang San took the large, red, foul-smelling drink, hesitated for a moment, and then drank it all in one gulp. He fought back the urge to vomit, swallowing it down with clenched teeth.
Since he had decided to survive in the City of Slaughter, this Bloody Mary was something he would have to drink.
Sure enough, after a few dozen seconds, Tang San felt the killing intent in his heart beginning to subside significantly.
"It seems that Mr. 9528 is adapting quite well. Well then, I'll take my leave. I hope you enjoy your time in the City of Slaughter!"
(END CHAPTER)
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