For the next twenty days, Xiao Yun appeared at the Hell Slaughter Arena at noon sharp every day.
His opponents came in all shapes and sizes, from every walk of life.
On the third day, he encountered a madman.
The man was burly, with a face full of brutal-looking flesh. The moment he entered the arena, he roared, "All nine of you, come at me together!" Then he really did charge into the crowd, hacking wildly as he fought nine against one. Before half an incense stick could burn, five opponents joined forces and tore him apart. Xiao Yun never even got the chance to strike.
On the fifth day, he encountered four Soul Masters from the same faction.
The four coordinated seamlessly in the arena, clearly having planned things beforehand. As soon as the match began, they joined forces to eliminate everyone else, intending to settle the outcome among themselves afterward.
Xiao Yun stayed among the remaining five, neither hurried nor flustered. Only after the four had dealt with the other five one by one did he leisurely make his move.
The four surrounded him, but he dodged and weaved within the smallest of spaces, using Borrowing Strength to Counter Strength to turn their attacks against their own companions.
In mere moments, the four had slaughtered one another to the last man.
On the eighth day, he encountered nine experts whose Soul Power fluctuations were all at the Soul King level. As soon as they entered the arena, the nine surrounded Xiao Yun in unspoken agreement. Clearly, they had received word beforehand that this "Lucky Huohuo" was difficult to handle and intended to eliminate him together first.
Despite being surrounded by nine opponents, Xiao Yun remained unhurried. His figure drifted like a falling leaf among nine streaks of Soul