Soon, the Black-Clothed Girl introduced the general situation and rules of Slaughter City. From her words, it seemed she greatly admired the Slaughter King, who was the supreme being in Slaughter City.
Yang Xiong's expression suddenly turned serious upon hearing this. "Then have you ever seen the true face of the Slaughter King, or how the Slaughter King first cultivated?"
The Black-Clothed Girl was also startled. "I don't know about that. However, investigating the Slaughter King's information in Slaughter City is a capital offense. Moreover, Lord Slaughter King has ruled Slaughter City for countless years. No one knows when he became the Slaughter King."
Yang Xiong couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this. "That's interesting. To rule this Slaughter City, one must at least be a Titled Douluo level expert. And according to what you just said, there are no Soul Beasts in the entire Slaughter City. So where did the Slaughter King's Soul Rings come from?"
Yang Xiong himself knew that the Slaughter King was Tang Chen, but looking at Tang Chen, he didn't know how many generations of Slaughter Kings there had been. Could this position be inherited? It couldn't be that Slaughter City didn't even have a leader before Tang Chen, could it?
The Black-Clothed Girl's mouth twitched again. In this Slaughter City, no one dared to make fun of the Slaughter King. She didn't expect this young man in front of her to think about so many things.
Yang Xiong didn't dwell on it. "Lead the way. Take me to the Hell Slaughter Arena."
The Black-Clothed Girl was surprised. "You've just arrived in Slaughter City and haven't even entered the inner city. Do you want to go to the Hell Slaughter Arena now?"
"You should know that there's only a 10% chance of surviving the Hell Slaughter Arena. The battles are extremely brutal. You are currently in the novice protection period, absolutely safe for 24 hours. But if you go to the Hell Slaughter Arena, your novice protection period will be gone."
"Moreover, according to the rules of Slaughter City, everyone only needs to participate in one Hell Slaughter Arena match per year to reside in Slaughter City. You still have a long time to adapt to the environment here."
A fierce look appeared on Yang Xiong's face. "Rules? I remember the biggest rule in Slaughter City is no rules. Here, there is only slaughter, and the strong are respected."
After some communication, the Black-Clothed Girl finally led Yang Xiong towards the core of Slaughter City.
Yang Xiong put on a Silver mask that covered half his face. In this Slaughter City, no one used their real name, nor would anyone show their true appearance, as everyone around was an enemy.
The entire Slaughter City was divided into the inner city and the outer city. There were differences in environment and various aspects. The Hell Slaughter Arena was a huge arena.
From the situation of each person, those in the outer city were relatively weaker. These people did not need to participate in the Hell Slaughter Arena matches. They only needed to contribute two cups of Bloody Mary each month to survive in Slaughter City.
After entering the inner city, Yang Xiong clearly felt that these people had become much stronger, and each of them was full of killing intent. Obviously, these were people who had survived the Hell Slaughter Arena matches.
To survive in the inner city, one must participate in one Hell Slaughter Arena match every year.
The entire city wall of the inner city was black. Yang Xiong followed the Black-Clothed Girl for a full half hour before arriving at the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Just walking in the inner city, it felt as if countless people were staring at him intentionally or unintentionally. Obviously, he, this newcomer, was a prey in everyone's eyes.
Especially walking on the road, it seemed that many fights were happening around. There was no trust between anyone, and everyone seemed very fierce. Here, there were only lone wolves, no teams.
Upon arriving at the Hell Slaughter Arena, Yang Xiong felt that the bloody smell in the air was extremely strong, and it even seemed as if a layer of Red Mist enveloped the air.
The entire Hell Slaughter Arena was somewhat like the Colosseum in ancient Rome. The surroundings were already filled with people, and the central area was where the matches took place. Each match required 10 people to participate in the Hell Slaughter Arena, but only one could survive.
In other words, basically everyone in the entire Slaughter City was stained with blood, especially those who had stayed longer. They were probably standing on a pile of bones.
After arriving at the Hell Slaughter Arena, Yang Xiong signed up without saying a word. As for the registration fee, it required a cup of Bloody Mary. Yang Xiong directly took out the cup of Bloody Mary from the tavern.
Soon, Yang Xiong was arranged into the Hell Slaughter Arena. There were already several people in the Hell Slaughter Arena, and they should be waiting for the match to begin.
The audience seats of the Hell Slaughter Arena were already full of people. Everyone maintained a certain distance from each other, but everyone seemed extremely excited, extremely crazy.
This was not a normal world. It was a world without order and rules, a world full of slaughter. Everyone was just prey.
Since entering this Slaughter City, Yang Xiong felt the blood in his body starting to boil a little, especially after entering this Hell Slaughter Arena. Amidst the cheers of countless people around, it seemed that his body and soul were stimulated, somewhat like fighting Soul Beasts every time, as if awakening the most primitive desires.
At this moment, Yang Xiong understood the horror of this Slaughter City. The air was probably filled with chronic Poison, which should be somewhat similar to Bloody Mary.
No wonder in the original work, both Hu Liena and Tang San had absorbed top-grade head Soul Bones before entering Slaughter City. It seemed that only under the effect of Soul Bones could they maintain true clarity.
Yang Xiong had considered absorbing a head Soul Bone before entering Slaughter City, but unfortunately, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect didn't have any top-tier head Soul Bones. Even if he knew about Shi Nian's mental illusion head Soul Bone from the original work, its age limit was a bit too low for him.
Of course, Yang Xiong had his own preparations. The growth potential of his Body Martial Soul was his true reliance. Poison might make him lose himself, but under the stimulation of poison, his Martial Soul and body should become stronger.
It was important to note that several of the most famous masters of Body Martial Soul tens of thousands of years later were poison users, which indicated that Body Martial Soul had extremely strong compatibility with poison. Even Yang Xiong himself had considered whether to absorb a high-quality poison-attribute Soul Ring, but unfortunately, this conflicted slightly with his plan, and he hadn't encountered any high-quality poison-attribute Soul Beasts during his few trips to the Soul Beast Forest.
The number of people on the arena gradually increased. Everyone kept a considerable distance from each other, seemingly guarding against one another.
After a full hour, 10 people finally gathered on the arena. Judging by their appearances, none of them seemed weak.
Once the participants were assembled, the competition officially began. There were no referees here, only a host. After all, there were no rules in the Hell Slaughter Arena; any means could be used. The competition only truly ended when 9 people were dead.
As soon as the competition started, no one acted rashly. In this ten-to-one death match, acting too early would easily expose one's strength and consume too much energy, potentially benefiting others.
Yang Xiong clearly felt many eyes on him. His attire and aura were vastly different from those in Slaughter City. Having just arrived, he was relatively clean, and there were no visible scars on his surface. This was completely inconsistent with someone who had lived in Slaughter City for a long time, especially since he had just been introduced as being in his first match.
Just then, a very burly but seemingly reckless middle-aged man roared, "This kind of life-and-death match isn't for a little kid like you. I'll deal with you first."
Since they couldn't use Soul Ring skills, almost everyone carried multiple weapons, ranging from large axes, hammers, and broadswords to small throwing knives and iron nails. In contrast, they used their Martial Souls less often.
The middle-aged man, holding a huge axe, charged directly towards Yang Xiong and swung the axe with all his might. His strength was formidable, indicating at least the power of a Soul Ancestor.
A cold smile appeared on Yang Xiong's face. "Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish first."
Yang Xiong had been holding a long sword on the arena, standing far away with both hands gripping the sword.
Seeing the man attack with the axe, a hint of coldness flashed in Yang Xiong's eyes, and he directly slashed with his sword.
Just as the long sword and axe were about to collide, Yang Xiong's speed suddenly increased. The tip of his sword pointed at the axe. Although the axe was coming with fierce momentum, it seemed to be deflected by the sword tip at that instant, completely out of control.
He was merely a Soul Ancestor. In terms of strength and all other aspects, he was too far behind Yang Xiong.
The moment the axe was blocked, Yang Xiong suddenly burst forward, slashing directly at the middle-aged man's neck.
The middle-aged man was instantly shocked. He hadn't expected this child's attack to be so fast, especially the exaggerated speed and strength of his attack.
But the middle-aged man had clearly experienced many battles. He actually used the handle of the axe to block Yang Xiong's long sword.
However, Yang Xiong's blade feinted, and his left hand was already gripping the axe handle. Then, with a slash of the long sword in his right hand, he directly severed one of the middle-aged man's hands.
Before he could even let out a painful scream, the blade turned again, this time directly and forcefully cutting off the middle-aged man's head.
As the first person on the arena died, the audience erupted in endless cheers. The entire Hell Slaughter Arena seemed to boil, and even Yang Xiong felt a surge of blood, as if he had become incredibly exhilarated at that moment.
Seeing Yang Xiong easily kill one person, everyone else's eyes instantly changed. Three people actually charged at Yang Xiong with their weapons, including a middle-aged man holding a giant hammer, an elderly man using a sword Martial Soul, and another middle-aged woman holding short blades.
Just as the three were about to approach Yang Xiong, the middle-aged woman holding the short blades actually threw them like throwing knives, and her target was surprisingly not Yang Xiong, but the middle-aged man using the giant hammer.
The middle-aged man couldn't dodge in time, and his back was directly pierced.
The middle-aged woman snorted coldly, "How dare you expose your back to me? It seems my reputation as Green Bamboo Viper isn't loud enough."
Meanwhile, as Yang Xiong and the elderly man with the sword Martial Soul were about to collide with their long swords, the elderly man's sword suddenly became extremely fast, even creating a sword flower. It seemed this person had some understanding of using swords.
But among sword users in the world, in terms of swordsmanship or the way of the sword, who could compare to Yang Xiong's teacher, Sword Douluo?
The elderly man's sword flower looked very dazzling, but Yang Xiong horizontally swept his sword and forcefully slashed, directly breaking the sword flower.
Before the elderly man could react, Yang Xiong's long sword pressed down forcefully, directly deflecting the elderly man's sword Martial Soul. Then, Yang Xiong's long sword continuously rotated the opponent's long sword, seemingly borrowing strength like in Bagua. The elderly man's sword seemed completely out of control.
Before he could react, Yang Xiong had already used a move called "Directly Attacking the Yellow Dragon," and his long sword had pierced his arm.
The moment the elderly man felt pain, Yang Xiong gripped his sword with both hands and slashed with all his might, directly cutting the man in half at the waist. Blood immediately splattered everywhere, and even his internal organs were exposed.
The others on the arena also began to engage in combat one after another, especially with multiple people attacking Yang Xiong. Everyone else attacked their respective opponents, either catching them off guard like the middle-aged woman or clashing directly with weapons. The entire arena became a massive free-for-all.
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