Chapter 148: Killing Aura

Yang Xiong's first Hell Killing Ground match progressed quickly; with Yang Xiong consecutively slaying two opponents and Zhu Ye Qing slaying one, they have now killed three people.

And the other five people also fell into a chaotic melee, among which two were besieging one person, while another two fought alone.

However, regardless of who, basically everyone's attention was on the whole arena, after all everyone present were enemies.

Zhu Ye Qing smiled wryly at Yang Xiong and said, "Little brother, I see your strength is decent; why don't we cooperate to eliminate the others first, and then decide the winner later."

Yang Xiong showed a hint of a smile, "Alright, then who should we target first?"

Zhu Ye Qing replied, "That besieged Pangzi has the best record among us; he has already won seven Hell Killing matches, and his strength is also the strongest among us, so let's kill him first."

Yang Xiong thought for a moment, then nodded, "Fine, but don't strike at me from behind like earlier."

Zhu Ye Qing smiled slightly, "Of course, that middle‑aged man earlier had bullied me many times; I was just taking revenge on him."

Yang Xiong and Zhu Ye Qing exchanged a glance and quickly joined the attack on the Pangzi.

Pangzi roared, "Zhu Ye Qing, you scoundrel, if I hadn't sheltered you back then, you would have been unable to move a single step in Killing City."

Zhu Ye Qing sneered, "Is that what you call shelter? You made me submit to you."

At that moment, the situation suddenly changed; the short blade in Zhu Ye Qing's hand spun a circle the instant it attacked Pangzi, directly stabbing Yang Xiong's shoulder, and Zhu Ye Qing's face still bore a smile.

Meanwhile, the Pangzi wielding a great sword summoned a massive Black Bear around himself, charging full force at Yang Xiong, and even the two who had been besieging Pangzi also attacked Yang Xiong at that instant.

Yang Xiong let out a cold snort, raised his right hand holding a long sword to parry the Pangzi's great sword, which instantly swung toward the other two.

Yang Xiong's left hand transformed into a sharp claw, reaching for Zhu Ye Qing's extremely sharp short blade.

Zhu Ye Qing seemed very confident, recklessly swinging the short blade; just as the blade was about to reach Yang Xiong's shoulder, Yang Xiong's five fingers firmly grasped Zhu Ye Qing's short blade.

Zhu Ye Qing sneered, "I didn't expect you had prepared against me, but unfortunately you still fell into the trap; my short blade is coated with Deadly Poison, even skin contact will poison you."

Yang Xiong smiled, "Is that so? Then let everyone see what kind of poison this is; when it comes to poison, can you still outmatch me?"

Before Zhu Ye Qing could react, Yang Xiong's left hand forcefully grabbed, and the short blade in Zhu Ye Qing's hand snapped.

Before Zhu Ye Qing could react, the half‑broken blade in Yang Xiong's hand flew like an arrow and drove straight into Zhu Ye Qing's own abdomen.

Sure enough, as Zhu Ye Qing said, a pool of jet‑black blood spurted from her abdomen; it seems the short blade truly carried Deadly Poison, but the poison affected her instead.

Zhu Ye Qing looked extremely astonished, "How can this be? How could my poison have no effect on you?"

Yang Xiong ignored Zhu Ye Qing and continued fighting the other three with his long sword.

Although the Pangzi is strong, his strength is far inferior to Yang Xiong's; Yang Xiong's physical condition and combat ability are both outstanding.

Soon the Pangzi was pierced through the heart by Yang Xiong's sword, and even his great sword was broken.

The other two at this moment were like raging liver and gallbladder, a hint of despair in their eyes.

But they clenched their teeth and launched a full‑force attack on Yang Xiong, only to be quickly slain; one was pierced through the neck, the other through the abdomen.

The remaining two, seeing the bad omen, stopped attacking each other and turned against Yang Xiong, but they too were swiftly killed by him.

Out of the ten people on the arena, essentially all were cut down by Yang Xiong; only the poison‑laden Zhu Ye Qing lingered on, seemingly unable to cure her own toxin.

Yang Xiong, sword in hand, prepared to finish off this last person.

Zhu Ye Qing hurriedly said, "I know I'm doomed, but can you let my death be clear? The poison on my short blade was refined from seven kinds of venomous snakes; why did it have no effect on you?"

Yang Xiong couldn't help shaking his head, "I've been poisoned so much since childhood that no poison in this world works on me; perhaps I am the most poisonous person in this world."

Zhu Ye Qing, with a look of gladly accepting death, murmured, "No wonder, a normal person would be poisoned by my short blade's skin contact; how could it have no effect on you? Turns out you yourself are a poison user."

As Yang Xiong prepared to strike Zhu Ye Qing with a sword, the seemingly dying Zhu Ye Qing suddenly changed, a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, and multiple short blades manifested on her body.

The two had been very close, and Zhu Ye Qing's attack was extremely sudden; it seems she has used this move on many people before.

But Yang Xiong's mouth twitched into a smile, and his long sword produced a blossom of sword‑flowers, quickly blocking all the short‑blade attacks.

While Yang Xiong was a bit flustered, Zhu Ye Qing darted toward him as if delivering a final desperate strike.

Before Zhu Ye Qing could get close, Yang Xiong's left hand had already formed a Spiral Sphere, which slammed into Zhu Ye Qing; she could no longer use soul skills, could not resist the Spiral Sphere, and was blasted away, her bones apparently shattered.

Zhu Ye Qing's eyes showed disbelief, "I didn't expect you had prepared; your Self‑Created Spirit Skill is even stronger than sword techniques, and you were waiting for my final strike, so I would expose a flaw and be killed."

Yang Xiong smiled, "This is Killing City; no one trusts anyone else, your tactics are just a bit low‑level."

Zhu Ye Qing, hearing Yang Xiong's words, swallowed a look of resentment.

The host, seeing that nine people had already died, announced, "Congratulations to the Xiong Ba Tian Xia Contestant for winning the Hell Killing Ground; this is the Xiong Ba Tian Xia Contestant's first Hell Killing match, hope you keep improving."

Yang Xiong paid no further attention, took the items from several bodies and prepared to leave the Hell Killing Ground.

Participants in the Hell Killing Ground normally must adopt a nickname; Yang Xiong still chose the nickname Xiong Ba Tian Xia.

After Yang Xiong found an empty house in Nei Cheng to stay in, his previously calm expression suddenly turned serious.

"What's going on? Why didn't I feel this when I first entered Killing City? After the first Hell Killing match, the killing aura seems a bit stronger."

Yang Xiong clearly felt that during the Hell Killing Ground, especially after wiping out everyone, some power seemed to have been added to his body; his previously mastered killing aura grew stronger, even affecting his body and martial soul.

Yang Xiong knows well that ordinary people shouldn't sense such changes, but his body and martial soul are special, especially after a year of slaughter, he has gradually begun to master the killing aura.

Now Yang Xiong feels this killing aura greatly aids him, subtly beginning to influence his martial soul.

"That's interesting, I wonder if it's the poison from the Hell Killing matches or some special aspect of the Hell Killing Ground; it seems Killing City is better than I imagined, its effect on me larger than expected."

Before arriving at Killing City, Yang Xiong had already prepared plenty of food, fresh water, etc., and did not intend to interact with anything in Killing City, especially Bloody Mary, which must be absolutely prevented.

In the following days, Yang Xiong alone contemplated and adapted to Killing City's combat; as for Yang Xiong, he prefers swords in the arena, partly because sword techniques cause more damage, especially without defensive soul skills.

On the other hand, Yang Xiong wants people to think he is a sword master, thereby masking his true strength, which actually lies in his bodily combat ability, or combat instinct.

……

Deep within Killing City, there is a huge room containing a throne, upon which sits a very strange man.

This man exudes a fierce aura that makes it impossible to approach, and his face is already covered with demonic markings, looking no longer like a normal person.

He is the Killing King, the true ruler of Killing City.

The Black-clothed Girl suddenly entered the room, "Your Majesty Killing King, we outside have discovered that the Xiong Ba Tian Xia Contestant should be from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."

The Killing King showed a strange smile, "Now that's interesting, this should be the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect disciple's first visit to Killing City; could the sect have other plans?"

The Black-clothed Girl hurriedly said, "Lord, although the Xiong Ba Tian Xia Contestant only secured one victory, he killed eight people on the arena; this strength is almost beyond imagination, should we arrange someone to target him?"

The Killing King thought for a moment before speaking, "No need for now; I actually want to see what special qualities the disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect have, that they would dare come to the Killing City."

The Black-clothed Girl said, "Sir, this Xiong Ba Tian Xia Contestant is clearly extraordinary; if we don't act on him quickly, we'll have a hard time dealing with him in the future."

The Killing King snorted, "Isn't he just a little brat? I already said we don't need to interfere for now. Moreover, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is the richest sect in the world; its strength is not to be underestimated. If there's no need, I have no desire to become their enemy."

……

Inside the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi and a few others looked at Lin Gong with surprise.

"Elder Lin, what did you say? Xiao Xiong went to the Killing City?"

Lin Gong nodded, "I saw him disappear with my own eyes; he must have entered the Killing City without a doubt."

Ning Fengzhi hurriedly asked, "Elder Lin, since you saw Xiao Xiong's situation, why didn't you stop him?"

Lin Gong's face showed a wry smile, "Sect Leader, you should know Xiao Xiong's temperament; once he decides on something, it's hard for anyone to stop him."

Ning Fengzhi, hearing this, just sat dumbfounded, never expecting that their prodigy would leave the sect just to hunt a Fifth Soul Ring, and then run off alone to the Killing City. After all, the Killing City is a place of no return; in nearly a hundred years only two people have ever emerged from it.

Sword Douluo suddenly spoke, "Fengzhi, I know about Yang Xiong's plan to go to the Killing City, and I support it. With his current combat power and physical condition, plus his various tactics, he should be able to return safely from the Killing City."

"Of course, if any problem actually arises, I can at most make a trip to the Killing City myself. I don't believe anyone in the world can stop me, and I don't believe there's anything Tang Hao can do that I cannot."

(End of Chapter)