Chapter 115: A Battle With No Suspense

Standing at the doorway of the waiting room, Li Xuan looked at the pitch‑black space inside and shook his head with a hint of disgust, "Can't the City of Slaughter at least put on a light? I can't see anything here."

But now that he was already here, Li Xuan could not retreat; he took a step and entered the dark room.

Clang…

The moment Li Xuan stepped into the waiting room, the main door slammed shut and a massive lock was bolted onto it from the outside.

That move left Li Xuan staring dumbfounded.

"Is this to stop me from running away?" Li Xuan's expression froze as he stared at the iron‑gate‑like door behind him.

But it made sense; people in the City of Slaughter are crazy, yet some are greedy for life and fear death, so they would try to escape at this moment.

That door simply cut off their way out, forcing them to focus on the competition.

Li Xuan shook his head helplessly, extended his hand and summoned a basketball‑sized Burning Heart Divine Flame, instantly lighting the whole space.

The area in front of him was only a few dozen square meters, yet it was filthy and chaotic, covered with blood, vomit, a polished black leather sofa, and the ceiling and walls smeared with all sorts of vulgar profanity.

"Big guy, only he's left. You feel the outside of the body is comfortable; it must be his moving limbs," the Bloodthirsty Demon's hoarse voice was horribly grating, like a cat's claws scraping a wall.

The number of participants, whether few or many, is ten.

Just as he burst out of the room, Ming Shen saw the iron doors beneath the surrounding walls being opened, and the contestants streamed out of the hidden passage onto the outside of the Hell Slaughter Arena's competition field.

As time ticked by, the wall opposite the small door rose hurriedly, and a blue‑purple light shone back from inside.

"His perception is weak; he's definitely inside. You would certainly want to oppose him, but outside is the City of Slaughter, where one can use soul skills. Today, he's alive, but death is inevitable," Ming Shen said, shaking his head naturally and smiling at the Bloodthirsty Demon.

"Honored guests, this is today's seventh appetizer, a match between four newcomers who just entered the City of Slaughter and the Bloodthirsty Demon with 37 wins. We hope you enjoy the spectacle!" the host announced from the distant stage, his enthusiasm overflowing as he addressed the audience.

Xiang Huan Hao firmly rushed out from outside that room, and outside I stayed for a minute before going up.

The floor and ceiling were even dirtier, with nowhere to set a foot.

"Dammit, you fight him!" the guy's foremost resistance was his inner fear, and he charged forward.

While a few people in the audience were still processing, the Bloodthirsty Demon instantly turned into a blood‑red afterimage and lunged at the nearest person.

"Ah! You want to go home, you think of your mother!" A contestant, terrified by the brutal scene, peed his pants and lay on the ground in a confused, noisy panic.

He opened his mouth and bit the person's neck, and a gush of fresh blood spurted from the artery.

"So boring, that kind of slaughter is the real Hell Slaughter Arena."

"If you can kill me again, you'll have to team up to kill me, otherwise there's no chance of surviving," someone thought they had found the breakthrough and hurriedly urged everyone to together eliminate the Bloodthirsty Demon. "Since the honored guests are so uninterested, I declare the match over!" the host shouted immediately.

The Bloodthirsty Demon grew crazier, making it harder for the Burning Heart Xiang Huan Flame to ignite Heart Fire; once Heart Fire burns, Title Douluo must shed a layer of skin.

"I suddenly think these people really deserve to die; the Spirit Hall has actually done a good deed," Li Xuan said, shaking his head helplessly. There wasn't even a place to rest, so Li Xuan could only stand there quietly awaiting the end of the battle. Ming Shen frowned slightly, then hurried forward to stand before the crowd.

"The Hell Slaughter Arena is really showy; to warm up the crowd, they even gave that perverted Bloodthirsty Demon a match record."

A flash of blood light streaked by, a small skull was smashed, flying a full eight meters low.

Ming Shen let out a hot hum, snapped his fingers sharply, and the Burning Heart Li Xuan Flame erupted instantly outside the Bloodthirsty Demon's body, causing Heart Fire to tremble.

The Bloodthirsty Demon, a veteran of the Hell Slaughter Arena, was in high spirits, but I know that if I kill Ming Shen, I won't survive.

"Haha, you hate kids who love to chatter the most," the Bloodthirsty Demon shouted crazily as it charged at Xiang Huan, leaving only a blood‑red afterimage.

"Haha, you care about giving a record, you want to see how the Bloodthirsty Demon kills those newcomers, maybe it can make it flashy."

A second earlier, the Bloodthirsty Demon felt a tremor in its heart; now its thirst for blood grew even more intense.

To stir those people's cold indifference, the Hell Slaughter Arena is also scheming.

"Looks like that guy's physical strength is huge, but his speed is slow; he managed to easily kill a person despite being heavy," Ming Shen said, rubbing his chin.

I also saw Ming Shen, but seeing that Xiang Huan was still a child, I didn't let Ming Shen intervene; after all, Xiang Huan was the most destructive force outside that match.

"Isn't that the Bloodthirsty Demon we mentioned?" Ming Shen scratched his head, also noticing that the guy wasn't exactly weak.

"You know that guy? My martial soul is a Blood Demon; it cannot weaken by drinking blood nor heal wounds. Because I've killed too few, the Spirit Hall captured me, and I ended up there—a being of the Soul Saint Realm!" someone recognized the Bloodthirsty Demon's identity and shouted in panic.

Originally, the competition among newcomers wasn't meant to be too intense; after all, they're all new and the tricks are modest. But today the Hell Slaughter Arena arranged a match between a 37‑win veteran and four newcomers, which made it uninteresting.

"Soul Saint? He must be inside. You really dare to fight, but outside is the City of Slaughter; with a body full of soul skills, you can't fully unleash them, cutting your power by forty percent. In that case, you truly lack the ability to duel him," Ming Shen mused, then lightly twisted his fingers.

Xiang Huan, standing in the audience, also heard the conversation onstage, looked around the seven‑meter radius, and saw only four timid newcomers; there was not a single woman clad in a blood‑red robe.

The Bloodthirsty Demon's Heart Fire was ignited, making the fight even more frantic; in the blink of an eye, only Ming Shen and the guy who rallied me to battle remained of the four.

……

Although that follows the rules, the City of Slaughter has never been about rules.

That guy had disheveled hair, a pale complexion, long slender fingers, even longer nails, and truly looked like a monster.

(End of Chapter)