Chapter 264: Hell Slaughter Arena: Ghost God Halberd Technique and the First Slaughter Battle

The spectators discovered that Nan Feihuang possessed not only no killing intent but also no aura of depravity.

Killing many people does not necessarily mean one's killing intent is heavy; after all, besides the madmen who kill for pleasure, those who come to Slaughter City are often depraved souls with nowhere else to turn, having been hunted by the Spirit Hall or other forces in the outside world.

They merely scrape by to survive, and even if they kill many people, they can never become a true Slaughter God.

Yet it was obvious that Nan Feihuang was not even of the latter type; his aura was far too sunny, that of a person living under the blue sky—why would such a person come here?

"Are you not going to fight? Then I won't be polite—Sea of Sin, Demon's Birth!" In an instant, Nan Feihuang summoned the Fangtian Halberd and swung it rapidly; it was fast and ruthless, having already severed the head of one of them.

This move was an opening stance for the Ghost God Halberd Technique, different from the Overlord Halberd.

The Ghost God Halberd was created by Lv Bu and likewise consists of seven forms.

The first form, Sea of Sin, Demon's Birth; the second form: Swarm of Demons Plunging the World into Chaos; the third form: Tianbeng Dili; the fourth form: Blood Staining the Rivers and Mountains; the fifth form: Ten Thousand Calamities Without Hope of Return; the sixth form: Slaughter of All Living Things; the seventh form: Destruction of All Ghosts and Gods.

Adding Lv Bu's three final Unparalleled Skills, that makes the complete set of halberd techniques.

Like with the Overlord Halberd, Nan Feihuang has currently only practiced the first form.

The Overlord Halberd is supreme in hardness, yang, and dominance, righteous and upright, the pinnacle of imperial authority, with unparalleled battle intent, dominating through sheer power!

The Ghost God Halberd is supreme in yin, evil, and strength, strange and tricky, the pinnacle of sinister evil, with incomparable killing nature, winning through exquisite precision!

Two completely different halberd techniques, yet Feihuang chose to advance in both simultaneously.

The one Nan Feihuang had just slain was merely a Soul Ancestor of over level forty; not to mention that his Spirit Rings could not be used, even if they could, he was as weak as an ant before Nan Feihuang, and killing him was as easy as reaching into a bag for Nan Feihuang.

Everyone knew that in this Slaughter City, only the soul skills born from Spirit Rings could not be used, but soul bones, self-created soul skills, and innate domains were completely unaffected.

Unfortunately, Nan Feihuang possessed all of these, and today, this Slaughter Arena was his playground.

"This person's martial soul has a powerful self-created soul skill, kill him first!" a large man roared; people in Slaughter City feared nothing more than encountering those who possessed innate domains or self-created soul skills.

In a situation where Spirit Rings could not be used, once a fight broke out, if an opponent had something one lacked, the fairness was instantly stripped away.

The remaining eight people swarmed toward Nan Feihuang all at once.

But did they really think the first form of the Ghost God Halberd Technique consisted of only that one swing?

The follow-through of this move was quite powerful.

Just like the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, after the strike was unleashed, the force of the Fangtian Halberd not only did not vanish but actually increased significantly, and the speed increased even more rapidly.

In an instant, shadows of the halberd flew everywhere, sharper and more domineering than the first strike, sweeping away everything in a single sweep.

The eight people who had charged together were scattered and thrown into disarray by the attack of the sky-filling halberd shadows.

Two were pierced through on the spot and died instantly.

The remaining few immediately launched a counterattack, not caring in the slightest that their helpers had died; after all, this was the Hell Slaughter Arena, and everyone except oneself was an enemy, and a mortal one at that.

Nan Feihuang first used the Fangtian Halberd to parry the attacks of two Tool Spirit masters, then swept the halberd toward a Soul King whose martial soul was a Scaled-Horn Snail.

Everyone wore a look of mockery; instead of killing the Tool Spirit masters with weaker defenses, he attacked the Beast Spirit master of the defense type—he was truly a fool with no combat experience.

One had to know that while they could not use their Spirit Ring soul skills, the physical attributes provided by their Spirit Rings and martial souls were real; just by activating their martial soul, the defensive power of that Scaled-Horn Snail's shell remained incomparably excellent.

And once Nan Feihuang failed to land a kill in one strike, he would easily be caught by the enemy and killed in a counterattack.

Nan Feihuang smiled coldly; his killing experience might not be as extensive as the people here, but his combat experience was not lacking—would he make such a mistake?

The Fangtian Halberd was not only the sharpest blade but also a heavy weapon; when that strike slammed into the snail shell, it not only cracked the shell open, but the vibration damage, like that of a blunt weapon strike, caused the guy inside the shell to bleed from his seven orifices.

How could the defensive power of such a medium-grade martial soul compare to the attack power of a god-grade martial soul?

After knocking over the snail Spirit Master, Nan Feihuang's momentum did not diminish; he turned the Fangtian Halberd horizontally and swept again, slicing the snail Spirit Master in two while simultaneously separating the upper and lower body of someone attempting to sneak an attack from the side.

Then, the halberd followed his will; the Fangtian Halberd rotated with Nan Feihuang's body, simultaneously slicing the throats of three people.

In just that single moment of engagement, seven of the eight attackers had fallen, leaving the entire spectator stand dumbfounded.

His killing intent might not be strong, but his efficiency in killing was surely too high.

"Good halberd technique!" the Slaughter King, watching the match from the shadows, muttered to himself.

Although he was not Tang Chen, but a puppet parasitized by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, he did retain some of Tang Chen's memories.

In Tang Chen's memories, recalling all the Title Douluo-level experts of his era, no one had ever possessed such a halberd technique.

Could it be newly created? Otherwise, if it had existed since ancient times, such a sharp halberd technique should have long been famous throughout the world.

"You're the only one left. Will you let me use the Fangtian Halberd to take your head, or will you jump into the magma below to take a bath yourself?" Nan Feihuang raised his halberd, pointing at the last person, and smiled cruelly.

"Damn it, ah!!!" The man was tough; even though he was the only one left, he did not beg for mercy and instead charged toward Nan Feihuang.

After all, he was no newcomer; everyone who entered the Hell Slaughter Arena knew that there was no such thing as admitting defeat or surrendering here—only the last person left alive could be considered the victor.

Therefore, begging for one's life was absolutely useless; if the opponent did not die, one had to die oneself—who would make such a stupid decision?

"Swish!"

A silvery-white halberd gleam flashed, and another head flew into the air.

Eight people working together could not injure Nan Feihuang; what could a mere one person accomplish?

"Match over, contestant number 8733 is the winner!"

Very quickly, Nan Feihuang's first slaughter match ended; except for him, there were no survivors.

The woman in black gauze was also somewhat surprised; she had not expected that this youth with such light killing intent could perform so beautifully in his first time at the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Relying on a sufficiently strong martial soul and a sufficiently ruthless halberd technique, even if his killing intent was not heavy, he could still be invincible here.

Moreover, he had only just arrived today; as his slaughters increased day by day, that sole shortcoming would inevitably be filled very quickly.

A Battle General with killing intent wielding the halberd techniques of Chu Bawang and Lv Fengxian would possess power that could not be spoken of in the same breath.

"I fear the Hell Slaughter Arena is about to be swept by a massive storm," the girl in black gauze said, walking straight out of the Hell Slaughter Arena; she understood that, in truth, with Nan Feihuang's strength, he had no need for that twelve-hour beginner protection period.

(End of chapter)