Hell Slaughter Arena.
Ten people faced off with one another, the air almost frozen solid. Yet the surrounding stands were packed with spectators watching the match, cheering with fanatical fervor. The clamorous atmosphere was utterly at odds with the cold standoff in the arena.
Unlike other matches, the nine people in the arena had practically joined forces, surrounding a black-haired man who held a spear and wore a mask.
But even so, the nine of them were still trembling with fear, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at the masked man, as if he were some terrifying creature.
"Asura Emperor! Kill them!"
In the stands, the spectators shouted feverishly.
"After today's match ends, Asura Emperor will have sixty-six victories. He's getting closer and closer to the final goal of a hundred wins. It's unbelievable. He's only been in Slaughter City for half a year, yet he's achieved such a terrifying record! That's enough to place him in the top ten since Slaughter City was founded!"
"Exactly! Back then, he was still a nobody. After winning a match in the Slaughter Arena, several hundred people besieged him. But in the end, he was the only one who walked out alive."
"The spear in his hand was dyed red with fresh blood."
"From then on, he gained the title of Asura Emperor. It's just that, even now, no one has ever seen what he looks like beneath the mask."
Amid the near-mad uproar, someone could not help but recall Asura Emperor's deeds from back then and sigh with emotion.
From the two people's discussion, Hu Liena gathered useful information. Her beautiful eyes studied the man standing in the arena like a javelin with keen interest.
"Asura Emperor. What a title. I'd like to see just how formidable you really are..."