Area of Slaughter Hundred Victories (II)

The night passed without incident. Early the next morning, just as a pale sliver of dawn appeared on the horizon, a man and a woman emerged from a room—Qian Xunji and Man Yao. Cold Killing Intent solidified around them, as though forming a special space that isolated them from their surroundings.

The smiles on their faces vanished the moment they stepped out of the wooden cabin, because today was the day they would challenge for a hundred consecutive victories in the Area of Slaughter. As long as they achieved a hundred victories, they would earn the right to challenge the Hell Road.

The two soon completed the registration process and arrived at the competitors' waiting area of the Area of Slaughter.

There were more spectators in the Area of Slaughter today than on any previous occasion, yet beneath the overwhelming Killing Intent released by the ten participants, they fell utterly silent.

Inside the Area of Slaughter, ten people slowly entered. Qian Xunji walked in at an unhurried pace. Though he stood among the ten, he was the focus of both the other nine and the spectators in the stands.

Boom— The heavy stone gate slammed shut, sealing off the entrance with a thunderous crash.

Of the nine people who had entered the Area of Slaughter alongside Qian Xunji, eight almost simultaneously surrounded Qian Xunji and another Middle-aged Man in Black Robe.

They knew full well that Qian Xunji and the Middle-aged Man in Black Robe posed the greatest threat. If they could not gang up and kill the two of them, they had no chance of surviving.

Qian Xunji raised his head and saw Man Yao in the stands, her face full of encouragement as she continuously waved her tiny fists. Qian Xunji smiled and waved back.

Yet in an unseen corner, a provocatively dressed woman revealed a resentful expression in her eyes and muttered softly, "Just wait. It'll be soon... Hahaha."

Qian Xunji's oppressive gaze slowly fell upon the Middle-aged Man in Black Robe. A trace of blood-red appeared in his golden eyes, and icy Killing Intent spread from his body almost instantly as he stared coldly at the man not far away.

"Xue Tu, I never expected you to be my opponent in my final match."

On the rankings of the Hell Slaughter Arena, he and Man Yao occupied first and second place respectively, their records far surpassing everyone else's. Only Xue Tu had remained close behind them. Yet over the past six months, Xue Tu had somehow perfectly avoided both him and Man Yao.

Qian Xunji would never believe there was no scheme behind that.

"What a coincidence." The hoarse voice seemed to come from the hell of Nine Netherworlds. The loose black robe around Xue Tu suddenly burst into flames out of nowhere. Black ashes scattered away, revealing firm, bronze-colored muscles.

His fiery red hair stood upright like steel needles, and his eyes were equally fiery red as they fixed fiercely upon Qian Xunji, without concealing the killing intent in his heart.

"Today, I'll show you what true strength is. The reason I avoided you before was simply because I wasn't strong enough to defeat you. But now my strength has greatly improved. I'll use your blood to establish my status in the City of Slaughter. Die!" Xue Tu said with a vicious grin.

Xue Tu immediately released his Martial Soul. Blazing flames rose from his body, and under everyone's watchful eyes, he suddenly dropped to all fours. His sturdy muscles seemed to be coated in a layer of fiery red glaze. Then, the color of that glaze deepened, forming something like a carapace that covered his abdomen and chest. At the same time, his broad hands transformed into a pair of enormous pincers. Every time they touched the ground, they crushed the solid stone slabs beneath them. One could easily imagine just how terrifyingly powerful those pincers were.

Most bizarrely, a massive white scorpion tail grew near his tailbone. The tail consisted of nine segments of tailbone, raised high with intense Killing Intent, its tip connected to a fiery red stinger.

Xue Tu's Martial Soul was the Flame Scorpion, a high-grade Martial Soul that combined offense and defense. Qian Xunji had once carefully studied this type of Martial Soul in the Martial Soul Hall Library.

The Flame Scorpion possessed extremely strong defense and Fire Attribute resistance. Its pair of front pincers had immense power, but its most dangerous feature was the scorpion tail behind it. Not only was it incomparably sharp and capable of spewing flames, but those flames also contained potent Fire Toxin. As a human Martial Soul, it was undoubtedly a high-grade Martial Soul standing at the peak of Fire Attribute Martial Souls.

Everything had a weakness, and the Flame Scorpion was no exception. When a scorpion fed, it used its front pincers to seize its prey, then raised its tail high and curved it toward the front of its body to strike with its venomous stinger. Thus, the Flame Scorpion's weakness lay at the head of its scorpion tail—the highest and largest raised point.

A series of roars suddenly rang out. At that moment, the other eight people in the arena moved. As if they had discussed it beforehand, four lunged at Qian Xunji while the other four attacked Xue Tu.

Qian Xunji and Xue Tu continued staring at each other, but the instant the four people charged in, both vanished from where they stood.

On all fours, Xue Tu moved as swiftly as a scorpion-type spirit beast that lived in the Spirit Beast Forest. His figure flickered like an illusion, and in an instant, he appeared before one of the Fallen Ones.

His pair of pincers rose high. In the next moment, that person's head exploded, and their body collapsed limply to the ground.

Qian Xunji, meanwhile, moved with shifting steps that made his trail impossible to grasp. This was a movement technique Qian Xunji had comprehended through tempering himself between life and death, and it was incredibly fast.

Before long, Qian Xunji severed the lives of those four with a single sword each, and they slowly fell to the ground. Crimson blood spread through the cracks in the floor. Qian Xunji kicked the corpse of a Fallen One before him aside and stared coldly at Xue Tu across from him.

As though responding to Qian Xunji, Xue Tu met his gaze without hesitation. The scorpion tail behind him withdrew from the left side of the final Fallen One's chest, bringing out a bloody heart. Mixed with warm blood, the heart was even faintly beating.

At this moment, the two people in the arena once again became the focus of everyone's attention.

Without the slightest warning, Xue Tu's pupils suddenly contracted as his massive left pincer slammed into the ground. Dense fiery red light gathered around his left arm, carrying a strange Soul Power Fluctuation, and his left pincer sank deeply into the stone slabs.

The space around the entire arena suddenly distorted, while scorching waves of air continuously surged up from underground. Even the air itself seemed to have frozen.

What he had used was the Soul Skill attached to his left Arm Bone. Against an opponent like Qian Xunji, he could not afford to hold back in the slightest. In the past, he had relied on this powerful control-type Soul Skill to survive in the perilous City of Slaughter until now.

Terrifying heat gathered in the center of the Hell Slaughter Arena. One green stone slab after another cracked apart, and intense shockwaves emerged within the distorted air.

"Lava Purgatory." As the fiery red shockwaves instantly enveloped Qian Xunji, the cold Killing Intent in Xue Tu's eyes intensified. He poured his Soul Power into his left arm without reserve, and the temperature in the arena continued to rise.

The moment Qian Xunji saw Xue Tu's Soul Skill, he immediately realized it was the skill of the left Arm Bone within his body, and its Year Limit appeared to be quite high. Its power was not bad either. If his own Soul Power cultivation had not been exceptionally formidable, the terrifying heat alone would have been enough to scorch his lungs and internal organs.

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