"Mr. 9527, once you kill someone, your one-day protection period will end early!" Seeing Madara kill the man so decisively, as casually as crushing an ant, the Black Veiled Girl's expression changed slightly as she reminded him.
"Do you think I still need protection?" Madara snorted with laughter as though he had heard the funniest joke in the world, raising a hand to point at the cold gleam in his eyes.
"Apparently not." The Black Veiled Girl took a deep look at this defiant youth. Suddenly, she felt that he had been born for this chaotic world where the strong preyed on the weak.
"If you put a lion among a pack of wild dogs, the ones who should be protected are them." Madara ignored the Black Veiled Girl and strolled through the many fiends toward the towering structure resembling an arena. He turned back with a smile, revealing a row of neat white teeth.
Yet in the Black Veiled Girl's eyes, the phantom of a savage beast formed from grim killing intent and bloodlust was turning back to grin ferociously at her, as if it would tear her apart and devour her the next moment.
The Black Veiled Girl had guided countless newcomers entering the City of Slaughter, but no one had ever left such a deep impression on her as Madara. He was as dazzling as a ruby mixed into a mass of filthy blood.
"This is the Hell Slaughter Arena! Everyone must enter it for a duel once every year. Only those who survive may continue living here!" The Black Veiled Girl arrived before the enormous structure, which closely resembled a Soul Fighting Arena, and explained it to Madara.
"This is your next trial ground! You must achieve one hundred consecutive victories here and obtain the Slaughter