Silver Masked Butcher Battles Tang San!

The next day

The purple-red evil sun still hung high above the City of Slaughter, yet it still left the Fallen Ones throughout the city chilled to the bone, unable to feel even a trace of warmth.

Within the dark-red Hell Slaughter Arena, as a clamor rose on all sides, a new round of slaughter began once more.

"Will the ten Fallen Ones participating in this Hell Slaughter match please enter the arena!"

Amid the host's booming shout, ten iron gates stained dark red with blood were pulled open.

Ten figures emerged from their respective rooms one after another, exposed to the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators.

The first to appear were mostly nobodies. Just as the audience thought this match would be utterly unremarkable—

A bewitching figure wreathed in red and blue appeared before them once again.

"It's the Asura King!"

As that cry rang out, the tens of thousands of Fallen Ones in the stands instantly erupted.

Every battle of the Asura King carried a bone-deep, brutal chill and the thrill of flying flesh and blood...

Those were the best remedies for easing their tense nerves!

"Hahaha! I finally get to watch the Asura King fight again. That cup of Yellow Springs Dew was well spent!"

"With the Asura King in this match, there's no suspense over who will win."

"I just hope the Asura King takes his time so I can enjoy the show properly!"

"No!... Wait, look!!!"

Just as the crowd was in a frenzy, the appearance of the tenth figure abruptly cut off the laughter throughout the arena.

"Th-this is!"

"The Silver Masked Butcher!!!"

"Clang, clang..."

The iron gates creaked as, from the final empty spot in the circle formed by the nine contestants—

A figure in white robes and a silver mask slowly stepped out, utterly out of place amid the dark-red hues blanketing the Hell Slaughter Arena.

It was Qin Shiyuan!

"Th-this... It really is the Silver Masked Butcher!"

The stands no longer rang with the fervent cheers that had greeted Tang San's entrance.

Everyone only dared cry out in their hearts, while their faces were filled with terror.

First of all, his strength was undeniably terrifying. Thirty consecutive victories in a single shichen.

Such speed had never appeared even in the thousand-year history of the City of Slaughter.

More importantly, unlike the Asura King's straightforward brutality, every blow striking flesh—

This Silver Masked Butcher was more like an utterly cold assassin. If he could act, he never wasted words.

Whenever he could kill, he had no intention of slowly torturing his victims.

If everyone else in the City of Slaughter treated killing as entertainment—

Then this out-of-place Silver Masked Butcher treated the lives of the Fallen Ones like cold, impersonal numbers.

Killing was like accumulating points. There was not the slightest trace of emotion.

It was precisely because of this that just yesterday's matches, lasting only one shichen, had left every spectator present trembling in fear.

They enjoyed bloody, elaborate methods of murder, but they feared being casually crushed to death like ants!

Thirty consecutive victories in one shichen.

At first glance, that number might not seem like much, but each Hell Slaughter match had ten participants, and only one could survive in the end.

Thirty matches meant that this silver-masked, white-robed figure had slaughtered a full two hundred and seventy people in one shichen.

No, even more than that!

That did not include those who had come seeking death by provoking him while he waited outside the arena!

By comparison, the now-famous Asura King had entered more than a year and a half ago, yet the lives on his hands numbered only around a thousand.

Thus, after word spread of Qin Shiyuan taking nearly three hundred lives in a single shichen—

He instantly became the one person no one in the entire City of Slaughter could afford to provoke, earning the affectionate title—Silver Masked Butcher!

Compared with the shock of the spectators above, Tang San saw the man before him—the man whose revenge had driven him all the way here.

The composure he had honed through excessive slaughter shattered into pieces in an instant!

"QIN! JIAN! JIU!!!"

A furious roar that resounded throughout the Hell Slaughter Arena burst from Tang San's mouth.

That roar instantly drew the attention of tens of thousands of spectators.

"Qin Jianjiu? Is that the Silver Masked Butcher's real name?"

"What's going on? Do the Asura King and the Silver Masked Butcher know each other?"

"And... judging by the Asura King's tone, it seems there's a grudge between them."

"Hahahaha! What an unexpected treat! Good, good, good! Now this will be a show!"

"If they have a grudge, hurry up and fight! Let me see who's stronger!"

The sudden turn of events instead dispelled the audience's former fear of Qin Shiyuan.

The dark-red Hell Slaughter Arena became deafeningly noisy once more.

The cheers from the crowd seemed to completely stir Tang San's ferocity.

"Die!"

Ignoring the other eight people around him, he swung the Clear Sky Hammer and charged straight at Qin Shiyuan without hesitation!

"Hehe, we haven't seen each other in three years. Missed me that much?"

For the first time in the Hell Slaughter Arena, Qin Shiyuan spoke from behind his mask.

"Don't rush. We have plenty of time. Let's send these nuisances down first, then we can take our time playing!"

As he spoke, Qin Shiyuan nimbly flashed aside, easily evading Tang San's attack.

Then, with a slight lift of his sword fingers, the rosewood Nine Abyss Sword Box crashed to the ground, and eight Divine Swords shot from the box in an instant.

As though they had eyes, the eight Flying Swords each locked onto one Fallen One other than Tang San.

Buzz!

A near-simultaneous sound of slicing through the air rang out. Then, eight figures with disbelief in their eyes crashed to the ground.

It happened so quickly that not even enough time had passed for anyone to blink.

Among the tens of thousands in the Hell Slaughter Arena, not a single person managed to react.

"S-so terrifyingly fast... No wonder... he's the Silver Masked Butcher..."

Someone in the stands unconsciously murmured, and the madmen around them unexpectedly nodded along in obedient silence.

"So fast!"

At the sight, clarity instantly surfaced in Tang San's eyes as he prepared to attack.

Those eight Flying Swords immediately reminded him of everything that had happened three years ago before Spirit Hall.

The fear of being dominated by Qin Shiyuan surged up from the depths of his instincts once more.

"No! Impossible!"

Perhaps the years of slaughter had affected Tang San's sanity, for his eyes turned crimson and savage once again.

"In the City of Slaughter, even Titled Douluo cannot use soul skills."

"So what if Qin Jianjiu is powerful outside? A soul master without soul skills is like a tiger without claws and fangs!"

"And I am proficient in Tang Sect techniques, hidden weapons, and poisons. Here, I will never be weaker than him!"

As he thought this, Tang San's eyes suddenly lit up with almost deranged madness.

"Perhaps! I can even kill him here and avenge my Xiao Wu!!!"