"Don't worry about any of that. I have my own ways. Just tell me whether there's a way to speed up the challenges." Xiao Yun sounded utterly certain.
"At the Hell Slaughter Arena, you can apply for a Special Challenge before reaching twenty consecutive wins. Consecutive challenges, one match every day, with no rest days in between. But very few people do it. At least in all the history I know, no one has ever succeeded."
"Why?"
"It's too dangerous." Hu Liena's gaze darkened. "With constant fighting, there's no time to recover. If you're injured today, you enter tomorrow's match carrying those injuries, and your condition gets worse by the day. After ten consecutive wins, your opponents won't be newcomers or small fry anymore. They'll all be veterans who've survived a long time, each as slippery as a loach, with vicious tricks that can catch you the moment you let your guard down. You might hold out for a match or two, but twenty straight days? Even a man made of iron couldn't take it."
She looked at Xiao Yun and earnestly urged him, "You're very strong. I can see that. But in the Hell Slaughter Arena, strength is only part of it. Luck, your condition, how strong your opponents are-all of that matters. I suggest you think it over carefully and don't act on impulse."
After hearing her out, Xiao Yun merely smiled.
"Rest assured." His tone was light, yet carried an unquestionable certainty. "With my strength, no one here can kill me."
Hu Liena stared at him for a long time.
Her scarlet eyes held scrutiny, hesitation, and a wavering hint that he had begun to convince her.
She remembered how cleanly Xiao Yun had rushed into the alley last night and killed two men with one strike,