Chapter 211

"You must be visiting Slaughter City for the first time, right? Could you be a descendant of some Slaughter God?"

Seeing Ye Feng's composed and calm demeanor, the commentator was abnormally surprised and couldn't help but ask.

This was the first time she had seen someone so calm.

Slaughter City only allows entry, not exit; apart from Slaughter Gods, basically no one would know the situation inside Slaughter City.

"I just have strong adaptability." Ye Feng said casually, clearly too lazy to explain.

"That works too. Slaughter City hasn't had any interesting fellows enter in a long time; the two of you might bring some extra amusement to Slaughter City~"

The commentator licked her lips, seemingly somewhat expectant.

After all, Slaughter City ultimately looks at strength; even if you know the rules here in advance, it is useless.

They come full of confidence, and in the end die in despair.

This is the best program in Slaughter City.

"Let's go, take us to the Hell Slaughter Arena." Ye Feng looked around, found it uninteresting, and planned to go fight on the Stage now.

One hundred matches; finish fighting early, finish early.

Ye Feng planned to end the trip to Slaughter City in about a month.

If he cultivated honestly, two or three months would be about the same; why come here to waste time.

"Alright, the two of you follow me."

The commentator also knew these two were not Fallen Ones, but had come specifically for Slaughter City, so she simply couldn't be bothered to explain further.

To truly understand Slaughter City, the Hell Slaughter Arena is something that must be experienced.

……

A moment later.

The three arrived before a massive conical building.

The conical building had the largest area at the bottom, narrowing as it went up, like the Roman Colosseum from Ye Feng's previous life in ancient times, only the area was much smaller.

The black building gave a very oppressive feeling; above the huge doors over ten meters high, various intricate patterns were carved, combining into a dark red bat shape, lifelike.

"This is the Hell Slaughter Arena. You can use your Identity Plaques to register and wait for the killing to begin."

"Ten people per match; only when only one living person remains on the Stage can the battle end."

"The Hell Slaughter Arena has Spectator Stands; each time you watch a match, you must contribute a cup of Blood Mary as a ticket; it can be your own, or someone else's."

The commentator spoke slowly.

"I'll go first."

Qian Renxue's competitiveness was heavy; she decisively cut in front of Ye Feng and entered the Hell Slaughter Arena.

After she handed her Identity Plaque to the Guard, she was immediately taken to the preparation area by a Guard.

"Her relationship with you is unusual, right? Aren't you worried? Why not go in and take a look?"

The commentator looked at Ye Feng and asked curiously.

"Not needed."

Ye Feng's eyes flickered, and he gently shook his head.

His "Star Pupils" possessed X-ray effect; standing here, he could see through everything inside the entire Hell Slaughter Arena.

The interior of the Hell Slaughter Arena looked quite shabby; the periphery was rings of stands extending upward, and below was a huge open field with a diameter of hundreds of square meters.

The vast Spectator Stand only held a sparse few dozen people.

Inside the field, screams continuously rang out one after another; soon nine corpses lay on the ground.

A figure covered in blood collapsed on the ground, slowly crawling toward the victor's gate……

However, his injuries were too severe; he crawled halfway and finally couldn't hold on, directly kicking the bucket right there.

10-person match, team wipe.

Ye Feng withdrew his gaze and looked toward the preparation area.

Because they were newcomers, the matching speed was fast; she had just entered and Qian Renxue was already matched with nine unlucky bastards.

Ten people together slowly walked into the huge field from ten different gates.

Most people here were Fallen Ones, meaning death row prisoners sent by the Spirit Hall; each and every one wore tattered rags.

Only Qian Renxue wore magnificent attire, looking bright and beautiful.

In an instant, the gazes of all nine people fell on Qian Renxue.

Perhaps they felt Qian Renxue was easy to bully, or perhaps it was out of jealousy or envy.

Or perhaps the faint divine aura emanating from Qian Renxue was out of place here.

The nine people simultaneously grabbed the weapons in their hands and surrounded Qian Renxue.

"Kill her!!"

"Damn bitch, why does she get to dress so pretty!"

"Hehehe, another newcomer; I won't let you die too fast……"

"I propose we capture her first, let my second brother……"

"Shua——"

As they were speaking, a silver-white bright light suddenly appeared in their eyes.

The next moment.

They didn't even see clearly what thing it was before feeling a stabbing pain in their necks.

"Pu pu pu pu——"

Nine fresh heads soared into the sky; arterial blood sprayed like fountains straight three to four meters high.

"Pu tong pu tong bang bang bang——"

Powerless corpses slowly collapsed, and several heads also fell to the ground, rolling far away with a rumbling sound.

Crimson fresh blood sprinkled onto the ground, but because of the special grid-like ground, all the blood seeped downward toward the underground, flowing to who knows where.

The surrounding audience was also stunned, and only after a good while did bursts of cheers ring out.

"Boring."

Qian Renxue paid no heed to the others, stowed the great sword in her hand, and walked straight toward the open gate.

A moment later.

Qian Renxue walked out.

"Huh? So fast?"

Seeing Qian Renxue come out this quickly, and noticing that there wasn't even a trace of battle on her body, the commentator was inexplicably somewhat stunned.

Although she was just standing at the door of the Hell Slaughter Arena, there was still a considerable distance from the combat arena, and the sounds inside basically wouldn't transmit out, so the commentator also didn't know the specific situation inside.

"Not bad, clean and neat."

Ye Feng nodded slightly at Qian Renxue, expressing praise.

"Hehe, that's of course, just a bunch of small fry, killed instantly with one sword~"

For some reason, hearing Ye Feng's praise, Qian Renxue's mood held an indescribable delight, and her tone was also full of complacency.

"Solved with one sword... are you sure you're only a Soul Saint?" Hearing Qian Renxue's self-boasting, the commentator also found it somewhat hard to believe.

She admitted Qian Renxue was very strong, but a Spirit Master unable to use soul skills has their combat power reduced by ninety-nine percent.

She had even seen many Soul Elders and Soul Kings slaughtered by some warriors who were merely ordinary people.

This woman before her could actually instantly kill nine people with one sword, this is simply outrageous.

"I feel 100 consecutive wins isn't too hard either; if they're all battles of this level, I could finish them in one day." Qian Renxue glanced disdainfully at the commentator, full of provocation.

"Hehe, you think Slaughter City only has slaughter? Many people had the same thought as you, but in the end they all became cups of Blood Mary."

The commentator also sneered, clearly somewhat unconvinced.

The true danger of Slaughter City isn't the Hell Slaughter Arena, but that continuously growing killing intent.

No matter how powerful, if one cannot control the killing intent, in the end they will go completely mad.

No need for others to kill; this kind of madman will play themselves to death.

"One hundred matches in a day is not necessary, but fighting ten matches in a day is still doable." As Ye Feng spoke, he walked toward the main gate of the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Although Qian Renxue wanted to go in and watch, thinking about it she still decided against it.

It wasn't because there was no Blood Mary, but because she felt Ye Feng would come out very soon.

By then she still wouldn't have gone in, and Ye Feng would have already ended the battle, that would be awkward.

Moreover, one battle is far from her limit.

One hundred matches in a day is impossible, but fighting ten or so matches in a day is still very easy.

(Chapter End)