"I'm not exactly sure how many people are in the inner city.
But one thing is certain: if you want to become the Killing God of the Slaughter City, your main concern shouldn't be whether the Hell Slaughtering Arena has enough duelists—it should be your own strength."
Mu Yang's question had an obvious meaning, and the black-veiled woman naturally understood it.
However, she felt that this blue-haired boy, whose number might be 6666 or 8888, was clearly focusing on the wrong thing.
One must know that although the population of the inner city of Slaughter City was constantly being depleted, it was also continuously replenished.
Unless the depletion happened too rapidly in a short time, or there was a well-known powerhouse slaughtering people to accumulate consecutive victories, there would never be a shortage of participants for battles in the Hell Slaughtering Arena.
"Is that so?"
Mu Yang raised an eyebrow and didn't ask further.
However, in his heart, he had already made a decision—he couldn't go on a killing spree outside the Hell Slaughtering Arena. At most, he would kill a few troublemakers who tried to gang up on him, just to set an example. Otherwise, later in his hundred-match win streak, he might not even have enough opponents left to fight.
Their luck was quite good. Along the way, they only encountered bloody battles. Though the scenes were rather gruesome, they didn't run into any of the infamous unspeakable horrors that were rumored to be difficult to endure.
Led by the black-veiled woman, the two arrived at the center of the inner city, where a massive building stood. Compared to the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, this structure was not much smaller.
The building was circular, but more precisely, it was an irregular cone. The base was the widest part, gradually narrowing as it rose. At about thirty meters above the ground, it maintained a uniform diameter until it extended up to fifty meters in height.
"This, gentlemen, is the Hell Slaughtering Arena—the very core of Slaughter City.
The battle rules here are simple. Once inside, you register with your identity token and wait for the match to begin.
During the waiting period, participants are strictly forbidden from making a move. Anyone who violates this rule will be dealt with by the enforcers of Slaughter City.
Each battle consists of ten participants. No matter what methods you use, as long as you're the last one standing, you win.
Because of this, the survival rate in the Hell Slaughtering Arena is at most one in ten.
Additionally, spectators are allowed, but watching the matches requires an entrance fee—one cup of Bloody Mary per person."
The black-veiled woman introduced, looking at Mu Yang and his companion.
Mu Yang nodded. "We understand. If there's nothing else, you may leave."
The black-veiled woman: "..."
So this was the legendary 'discarding without hesitation' move?
Expressionless, she glanced at Mu Yang and Shui Bing'er before silently withdrawing.
Since they obviously didn't want her around, there was no point in lingering. At least this way, she wouldn't have to waste more words.
After she left, Shui Bing'er asked, "Are we going to enter the Hell Slaughtering Arena and fight right away?"
"Here's the plan—Bing'er, you go to the spectator area and watch. I'll go in first to test the waters."
After a moment of thought, Mu Yang replied.
"But that woman just said watching requires a Bloody Mary ticket. Where do we get one?"
"Aren't they everywhere?"
Mu Yang gestured at the approaching fallen ones who were heading toward the Hell Slaughtering Arena and the ones passing by. Then he added,
"Bing'er, Slaughter City is different from the outside world. Here, there is almost no order. The strong do whatever they want—murder, plundering, and worse are commonplace.
We must put away any kindness in our hearts. Every person we encounter should be considered an enemy."
Hearing this, Shui Bing'er clenched her fists, her expression serious as she nodded firmly.
"You, come here!"
Mu Yang then activated his Soul Capturing Secret Technique, controlling a middle-aged unlucky soul who was holding a cup of Bloody Mary and walking toward the arena, presumably to spectate.
"O Great Master, what are your orders?"
The middle-aged man, whose face appeared somewhat ferocious, quickly walked up, his expression filled with reverence.
"Hand it over! Go over there and sign up for the competition."
Mu Yang snatched the Bloody Mary from the unlucky man's hand and handed it to Shui Bing'er. Then, he ordered him to go register for the Hell Slaughtering Arena.
Without a doubt, there were no good people in the inner city of Slaughter City. Mu Yang himself was no exception—his hands would inevitably be stained with blood sooner or later.
Perhaps he would hesitate to kill innocent people.
But as for the fallen ones in the inner city of Slaughter City?
In Mu Yang's eyes, they were nothing more than expendable resources for him to achieve his hundred-match win streak in the Hell Slaughtering Arena.
Using underhanded tactics, even ruthless ones, would not weigh on his conscience in the slightest.
Maybe no real powerhouses were currently signing up, or maybe he was just lucky.
After that middle-aged unlucky soul, Mu Yang had just finished registering with his identity token. Before he could even use his Soul Capturing Secret Technique to drag more participants in, several more people arrived. Including those who had signed up before him, they had just enough to start a match.
Soon, at the edge of the Slaughtering Arena, ten gridded gates made of unknown material slowly rose. Mu Yang, along with the other nine participants, stepped into the battlefield.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A series of ten impact sounds rang out as the gridded gates fell back into place. The brutal battle began.
Sensing that Mu Yang's aura did not align with the atmosphere of Slaughter City, the others instantly realized—this blue-haired boy was undoubtedly a newcomer.
And as the saying goes, bullies always pick on the weak.
Taking out the newcomer first, then fighting amongst themselves for the final victory—this was undoubtedly the strategy that best suited their interests.
Of course, if they could stab a few competitors in the back while taking down the newcomer, even better.
At least eight of them had this exact thought.
The only exception was the middle-aged unlucky soul whom Mu Yang had previously controlled with the Soul Capturing Secret Technique.
The others might not know how terrifying this blue-haired boy was, but he knew all too well.
Just a single glance had ensnared him—a Soul Master with a level over 50—without him even realizing it. That alone was proof of how dangerous this blue-haired boy was.
But since they were all competitors in a life-and-death battle, he had no reason to warn them.
On the contrary, he secretly hoped that the eight of them would fight the blue-haired boy to the point of mutual destruction so that he could swoop in and reap the benefits.
Unfortunately, wishful thinking rarely aligns with reality.
Soul power surged around Mu Yang as an icy blue light flickered in his hand.
Nine razor-sharp ice-blue arrows suddenly materialized before him.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
In the next moment, a series of faint air-piercing sounds rang out.
The nine Ice Flame Arrows shot forward at lightning speed.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Accompanied by the sounds of impact, the nine Ice Flame Arrows, guided precisely by Mu Yang's spiritual power, struck their targets directly in the forehead.
Nine heads exploded on the spot, shattering like watermelons smashed against the ground. Red and white splattered everywhere, painting a scene of utter gore and horror.
With just a single move, Mu Yang had effortlessly slain all his opponents, securing his first victory in the Hell Slaughtering Arena.
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