"Ten wins are enough to rank near the top?"
Ye Qiu asked curiously.
The girl in black gauze glanced at Ye Qiu as though she were looking at an idiot.
"Mr. 9527, you do not look like a fool."
"Do you think the battles in the Hell Slaughter Arena are the same as those in the Great Soul Arenas of the outside world? Here, every battle ends in life or death. Even the victor may very well be ambushed after the match."
"Maintaining a record of ten consecutive victories is already extremely terrifying."
"To be precise, no one here will be your friend. Everyone may harbor killing intent toward you, even the woman moaning sweetly beneath you."
"I've learned something."
Ye Qiu smiled faintly.
It seemed that the City of Slaughter was even more dangerous than he had imagined. It was not only the nine opponents in the arena he needed to watch out for.
More dangerous were the sieges by other Fallen Ones that he might encounter when leaving after paying a painful price to win a battle in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
After all, according to the rules of the Hell Slaughter Arena in the City of Slaughter,
ten people entered each match. The victor would appear in future matches, and anyone capable of winning was inevitably strong.
If they could wear one down and kill one through sheer numbers, they would have one more chance of survival in their later matches.
Over time, this practice had long become an unspoken rule in the City of Slaughter.
"Come on. Up ahead is the Hell Slaughter Arena, the core of the City of Slaughter."
Led by the girl in black gauze, Ye Qiu saw a peculiar building.
The structure was circular. More accurately, it was an irregular cone, widest