The next day, at the Hell Slaughter Arena.
The atmosphere in the Hell Slaughter Arena was somewhat strange today. The stands were packed to the brim, and even the aisles were crammed with people.
Zhao Xuan and Tang San exchanged glances, both seeing surprise in the other's eyes. Had something happened?
"Hey, why is this place so lively today?"
Zhao Xuan casually patted the shoulder of the man in front of him. The man turned around impatiently, his face gloomy. A grotesque, centipede-like scar ran from his temple to beneath his jaw, and his entire body radiated an unsettling viciousness.
He had been about to fly into a rage when he suddenly recognized Zhao Xuan and Tang San. The killing intent on his face receded like the tide, replaced by terror. He even lowered his head, not daring to meet their eyes, and said humbly, "The Hell Messenger came today."
"Hu Liena?"
Tang San spoke in surprise and could not help glancing at Zhao Xuan.
Hell Messenger was Hu Liena's title in the City of Slaughter. She was also an expert who had achieved ninety-nine consecutive victories, and she had reached that accomplishment much earlier than Tang San.
However, like Tang San, she had disappeared for some time after attaining ninety-nine consecutive victories. Presumably, she too had been troubled by killing intent.
Unexpectedly, the three of them had run into one another today.
Zhao Xuan nodded in understanding. He now understood why there were so many people. No one had achieved a hundred consecutive victories in decades, so it was only natural for these murderous fiends to be excited.
"Come on, let's sign up too."
After learning what was happening, Zhao Xuan spoke to Tang San. Tang San nodded, and the two headed for the registration area together.
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