Chapter 94: Call me Qian, sir! You two dead stubborn fools!

One hour later, the waiting room number thirteen of the Hell Killing Arena finally gathered ten people, and the slaughter was about to begin.

Qian Renxue thought that after beating an employee of the Hell Killing Arena, she would have to kill a wave of the enforcement team before going on stage, but she didn't expect that no one would come looking for her.

Soon, Qian Renxue and the other nine left the waiting room and came to the outside Hell Killing Arena.

This is a huge open space with a diameter of over a hundred meters, enough for ten people to fight freely.

At this time, there were not many spectators; in one spot, a black‑gauze girl quietly sat holding a Bloody Mary, with an enforcement team standing behind her. When the leader saw Qian Renxue, his expression changed, he lowered his head and said something to the black‑gauze girl, then immediately led the team away from the Hell Killing Arena.

Only the surprised black‑gauze girl remained in the spectator stands.

Inside the Hell Killing Arena, the atmosphere was oppressive and bloody.

Qian Renxue slowly stepped onto the arena; the surrounding spectators shouted wildly, their voices deafening.

Their faces were filled with frenzy and anticipation, as if they were waiting for a bloody feast.

Scanning the surroundings, each opponent revealed a fierce look, exuding a ruthless aura.

Bloodstains from previous battles still lingered on the arena floor, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.

The dim lighting made the whole scene even more gloomy and terrifying.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, adjusted her state, and prepared to welcome the upcoming battle.

With a command, the battle erupted instantly.

Qian Renxue immediately flashed to a distance; she did not intend to take the initiative—first, to conserve some strength, and second, to hide her power, lest she be surrounded.

Because Qian Renxue was too conspicuous, being the only female among the ten, as soon as the fight began four people attacked her together, but her physique was excellent and her speed was great; after a short pursuit, the four each went looking for other targets.

After a period of fighting on the field, only three remained.

One was an old man wielding a horse‑slaying saber, the other a middle‑aged man holding a pitch‑black dagger; both were the highest soul‑power level among the ten, both Soul Emperors. They glanced at each other and simultaneously flanked Qian Renxue from left and right.

Their strength was comparable; each wanted to eliminate Qian Renxue first before fighting each other.

The old man dragged his huge horse‑slaying saber, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes, and sneered ferociously: 'If I hadn't entered the Hell Killing Arena, I might still have had a good time.'

Qian Renxue disdainfully raised her eyebrows: 'Old man, do you still have that function?'

The old man flushed with anger at once; a little slut actually dared to look down on him. He changed his mind: right here in the Hell Killing Arena, he would first toy with her thoroughly before killing her!

The battle grew fiercer; Qian Renxue wielded the Angel Holy Sword, its light brilliant, her beautiful eyes coldly fixed on the enemy ahead.

Opposite, the old man roared as he charged forward with his huge horse‑slaying saber, waving it tiger‑vigorously in his hand; each step made the ground tremble slightly.

At the same time, the middle‑aged man with the dagger silently approached from the side, his eyes gloomy and vicious, like a poisonous snake waiting to strike.

His steps were light, his figure elusive and unpredictable.

Qian Renxue snorted coldly, her body flickered, dodging the old man's heavy horse‑slaying saber strike.

She followed through with a swing of the Angel Holy Sword; the sword's light collided with the horse‑slaying saber, producing a piercing metallic clang.

Terrifying force directly sent the horse‑slaying saber flying; the next moment he was split in two by the Angel Holy Sword flashing with golden light.

Blood spilled all over the ground, even splashing onto Qian Renxue's fair face; the old man's eyes widened, and even in death he could not understand how a young, tender girl's strength could surpass his own as a Soul Emperor.

From the spectator stands came waves of frantic shouts: beautiful girl, blood, slaughter—these few things they loved most combined, how could these vicious scoundrels not feel excited?

The black‑gauze girl leaned forward, her eyes showing disbelief; she put down her cup, looked solemnly at the battle on the field—perhaps this girl could really achieve a hundred wins and earn the honor of challenging the Hell Road; facing a Soul Emperor powerhouse, she won too easily and comfortably.

Just then, the middle‑aged man seized the opportunity, dagger in hand, thrusting toward Qian Renxue's back.

A hint of delighted smile appeared on his face; this girl's strength was not small, that dead old man had been killed by her unexpectedly, and now he knew, so naturally he would not give her another chance.

Heh, youthful, arrogant and complacent—facing a Soul Emperor of the agility attack system, she still dared to expose her back.

But Qian Renxue seemed to have eyes on her back; she turned sideways, palm down, the Angel Holy Sword in her hand rotated once, the Angel Holy Sword blocked and parried the dagger.

Turning the sword was flashy and impractical, but it looked cool, so she did it.

Qian Renxue grabbed the hilt, exerted slight force with her arm—like a hot knife cutting butter—smoothly, cutting both the dagger and its wielder in half.

The Soul Emperor middle‑aged man also collapsed powerlessly to the ground, his bodily tissues spilling everywhere.

Qian Renxue felt this strange sensation; the dagger‑martial soul in the middle‑aged man's hand was extremely soft, snapping in two with just a bit of force.

From now on, better not use martial souls; use a training sword instead, otherwise those people's weapons are too fragile—one glance and they're shattered, how can you practice swordsmanship?

In the City of Slaughter, because the Asura God Power restricts them, all soul masters cannot use soul skills; instrument martial souls are still fine, but beast martial soul masters mostly carry a matching weapon, so they don't have to rely on their bodies to resist weapons and can also defend themselves—after all, beast martial soul masters mostly rely on soul skill amplification.

After the battle ended, the City of Slaughter relied on skill clashes; Qian Renxue took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from her face; her clothes were fine, the nearby blood was blocked by her soul power.

It's all because she wanted to look cool; otherwise the blood wouldn't have splashed on her face. Qian Renxue thought a few drops of blood on her face would look cool without changing her expression.

Qian Renxue glanced at the black‑gauze girl who was offering her a Bloody Mary, then left the Hell Killing Arena herself.

Not long after she left, she was ambushed by seven people.

A man laughed strangely: 'Beautiful lady, want to play with big brother?' Then he excitedly charged forward dragging a big knife.

Behind him, several voices of contention also hurriedly followed him.

'This top‑notch beauty is mine; nobody else dare to snatch her from me!'

'Why should all the good women be taken by this bastard first? Today I will be the first!'

Qian Renxue pulled a training sword from her storage wristlet, spoke little, acted ruthlessly, and directly cut those seven people in half at the waist one by one.

White clothes unstained by blood.

Then she took out a sword sheath, inserted the sword into it—different from practicing sword swings as a child, she now needs to carry this sword with her; without a sheath it's inconvenient.

Qian Renxue glanced around; the passersby nearby hastily retreated to avoid trouble.

She did not collect blood, and Qian Renxue had no intention of paying the so‑called Bloody Mary; anyway, in the City of Slaughter anything goes—what if I don't give a Bloody Mary? I, Qian Renxue, am a barbarian too.

Qian Renxue walked slowly through the inner city; here there are plenty of demons and monsters, all kinds of people, women in revealing outfits throwing flirtatious glances at passersby, all kinds of cheerful, crazy, painful screams echoing here, dirty as my previous life's Weibo.

She wanted to find a place to stay; Qian Renxue did not choose the frenzied inner city, but instead headed toward the outer city, which is relatively quieter compared to the inner city.

Just then, a squad of heavily armored enforcement troops marched forward with clanking steps, a group of knightly orders surrounded Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue slowly drew her sword, her face icy cold, the sharp sound of the sword ringing out.

'Are you here to deliver yourselves to death?'

She felt excitement in her heart; this round forced her to give herself a ninety‑nine, fearing she might become proud. Indeed, a sword cultivator must have the act of drawing the sword.

"No, no, no! Please don't misunderstand, we mean no harm!" the leading knight hurriedly said, "The great King of Slaughter sent us to invite you, sir, to join the Law Enforcement Squad!"

"Huh? What do you mean? I'm about to walk the Hell Path."

The black‑armored knight quickly replied, "Of course, this doesn't affect your challenge of the Hell Path. You are considered an external member, but because you are challenging the Hell Path, you cannot receive the King of Slaughter's blessing and cannot use soul skill like other Law Enforcement members."

"What a redundant move, what benefit could I get?"

"The Slaughter Capital will personally arrange lodging for you, with the same rank and benefits as the captain's, and the food will be the best."

The black‑armored knight broke out in a cold sweat, muttering that such a redundant move—if we don't do this, the Law Enforcement Squad will soon be wiped out by her.

As long as Qian Renxue joins the Law Enforcement Squad, if she later violates the rules the Squad won't need to step in. Handle matters within the Squad, you residents of the Slaughter Land, keep your eyes wide open! Otherwise there aren't enough people in the Squad for her to kill.

"Oh? Then take me to the place where I'll live."

From that day on, her hundred‑round challenges in the Slaughter Land officially began.

In just one week, over two hundred fallen ones died at Qian Renxue's hands; these people had come to plot mischief after being attracted by her beauty, and she only achieved a five‑match winning streak.

The most terrifying part of the Hell Slaughter Arena isn't the competition, but the period after it ends, when various thugs launch ambushes. She can't slay them all; if deterrence goes too far and these soul masters avoid her registration time, what can they do? She doesn't want to stay forever in the ruined Slaughter Capital.

To leave this place, no amount of caution is excessive; she can only conceal her true strength. Qian Renxue always pretends to be on the brink of her limits before escaping, and this tactic has netted her many catches.

Consequently, Qian Renxue's soul power circulation speed increased by more than fifty percent; her original cultivation speed was comparable to that of a level‑95 Super Douluo.

No wonder the Asura Divine King was reluctant to kill the Rakshasa God; the cultivation speed gained by killing evil soul masters is indeed rapid!

The blood‑qi power of the Eight‑winged Angel martial soul inherently carries a judgment attribute, constantly urging Qian Renxue to feel the impulse to judge these evil soul masters.

A month later, Qian Renxue's victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena had risen to fifteen matches, and fewer and fewer people dared to covet her body.

But this also made her stronger, and in each new match the opponent she faces must have participated in the Hell Slaughter Arena at least five times more than she has, unless everyone else exceeds that number by more than hers.

Qian Renxue sharply critiqued, thinking this matching mechanism is far better than the King's.

A month of fifteen consecutive wins broke the Slaughter Capital's record; as for Qian Renxue's strength, everyone has their own opinion.

Many think the little girl is just lucky, always escaping at the limit, while others believe she is truly strong, handling matters in the Slaughter Arena cleanly and efficiently.

……

About a year and a half later, outside the Slaughter Capital.

"Hey hey hey, have you heard? Which Blood Axe King in the Inner City, Sang Biao, saw Qian sir and actually knelt on the spot, calling you big sister!"

"What? Is it real? That woman is that awesome?"

"Also, the restaurant across from us has been sealed off, and the owner is missing."

"Huh? Why?"

"You still don't get it; it's because we provoked that woman! She's from the Law Enforcement Squad! We can't afford to offend her. Why would the King of Slaughter keep her in the Slaughter Capital? Look at our place—does it still resemble how it was? The name 'City of Sin' is truly a hollow title!"

"You really shouldn't say that!" the well‑proportioned man hurriedly covered his companion's mouth, glancing around warily.

"If she finds out, you won't survive tonight! I'm telling you, even the King of Slaughter is useless; he sees that woman and remains friendly!"

"Exactly, the King of Slaughter is busy all day; it's inappropriate to disturb him over such a trivial matter!"

A melodious, gentle, soothing voice rang out, oddly captivating, yet this pleasant voice made the two seated men tremble, their spines chilled, wanting to flee but their legs turned to jelly.

"Don't be nervous; am I that frightening?"

The diners around instantly lowered their heads when they saw the flash of a white‑clothed, golden‑haired figure. Several customers each displayed their own tricks, desperately trying to bow their heads into their bowls, and some who saw the conspicuous golden hair from afar turned and went home at once.

From a distance, a few voices could be heard: "The weather seems off today, it's about to rain, doesn't feel right to eat outside."

"Huh? It's raining in the Slaughter Capital? Isn't this underground?"

"You idiot, just follow me and it'll be over!"

Qian Renxue ordered a bowl of beef noodles from the shop and sat opposite the two men who had just been discussing her.

"Yo, you're eating quite well, even the little wine is served. I once knew a friend who also liked drinking; he once said something I think makes sense, called 'Hear the Dao in the morning, die at sunset'—do you know what that means?"

Her pink lips curved gently, like a blooming peach blossom, delicate and dripping with charm; her face bore a gentle, sweet smile, as warm and radiant as the first ray of sunlight piercing the morning mist.

The sweeter she smiled, the more frightened the two men became; this woman was truly scheming, and if they were fooled by her face, they'd never know where they'd die.

The two stammered, "Sorry, we… we don't know."

"It means that if I know the way to your house in the morning, I can go over at night and kill you."

Terrified, the two men slid off the table in a heap, scrambling to their feet trembling.

"Misunderstanding, Your Imperial Sword Majesty, we didn't touch Bloody Mary; we were just venting! We truly did nothing illegal; I'm a good citizen, sir!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Sir, it's just idle talk! I'm a great good citizen!"

Qian Renxue crossed her legs, and, dissatisfied, scolded.

"Call me Qian sir! You two dead losers!"

"Yes! Qian sir, Qian sir!"

Qian Renxue, having satisfied her craving to act as a police officer, pointed at their food and said, "Eat, why aren't you eating?"

The two, ignoring the scalding noodles, scrambled up and shoved them into their mouths desperately.

Qian Renxue waited a moment, smiled at their disheveled state, then said, "If you're dissatisfied with the rules I've set, you may go to the Inner City yourself; there, naturally, lies the City of Sin you crave."

"But since you're still hiding in the Outer City, you must obey my rules, understand? You two worthless scums."

The two bowed and kowtowed, flattering to the extreme, sniffling and weeping, they said, "Yes, yes! You're right! No wonder you're Qian sir; having you here truly is a blessing for our Slaughter Capital!"

"Ah ha… hahaha, big brother is right, I feel the same!"

"Then why are you still staying here? Are you ready to die beneath my sword?"

Qian Renxue's face bore a warm smile, yet a terrifying cold killing aura radiated around her, delivering a strong visual shock.

The two, terrified, promptly dropped their chopsticks and fled without looking back; the surrounding diners also rose and bolted. The once bustling restaurant was now empty, the shop seemed abandoned, only the sound of noodles boiling in the kitchen could be heard, the whole setting quiet and desolate.

Brothers, today's post is eleven thousand words straight, intense, right? Shouldn't we give some votes and rewards to the author!

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