Tang San's 81 Consecutive Victories
The Slaughter King frowned, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.
He didn't turn his head, but spoke in an icy tone:
"Bibi Dong, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Bibi Dong clicked her tongue but didn't reply.
She walked slowly to the center of the room, looked up at the giant Skeleton chair, and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.
The Slaughter King continued, "If it weren't for the fact that my master's plan is at a critical juncture and cannot afford any unforeseen complications, then—I could easily suppress Tang Hao with a flick of my hand!"
His voice carried a hint of suppressed anger.
Bibi Dong chuckled lightly, her tone full of mockery. "Master? Ha... Even the mighty Slaughter King has a day when he has to be someone's dog."
The Slaughter King clenched his fist tightly, causing the armrests of his chair to creak.
A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
Then, he took a deep breath and said coldly to Bibi Dong, "Bibi Dong, you should know that we are in the same boat now. Your mockery of me will not do you any good."
Bibi Dong shrugged upon hearing this, the mockery on her face lessening slightly. "I'm just reminding you not to forget what you need to do."
The Slaughter King sneered, "I don't need your reminder."
Bibi Dong remained silent.
She turned and walked into the darkness. After a few steps, she stopped and said without turning back:
"What do you plan to do with those three? Just let them run rampant in the Hell Slaughter Arena?"
The Slaughter King remained silent for a moment, then said calmly, "They won't stay here for long. Once they've accumulated enough victories, they'll naturally challenge the Hell Road. At that time, life and death will be left to fate."
Bibi Dong chuckled lightly, "Hell Road? With their abilities?"
She shook her head, and her figure disappeared into the darkness.
Only the Slaughter King remained in the room.
He sat on the giant Skeleton chair, his scarlet eyes fixed on a certain direction in the darkness, remaining motionless for Jiujiu.
Hell Slaughter Arena.
The stands were packed, and the purple moonlight bathed the entire circular arena in a cold, eerie glow.
The deafening cheers, shouts, and whistles mingled together, like a pot of boiling porridge.
Today is the eighty-first battle of the Asura King.
If he wins this match, he will achieve an 81-game winning streak.
In the history of the Hell Slaughter Arena, only a handful of people have been able to reach this level of victory in such a short period of time.
Dai Tianyu stood with his arms crossed at the edge of the stands, his black hair gleaming faintly in the purple light.
His gaze fell on the blue-gold figure in the center of the arena, and the corners of his mouth habitually turned up slightly, but a trace of solemnity flashed deep in his black eyes.
Fu Ze stood beside him, his face cold and silent. His hands hung naturally at his sides, like a statue.
In the center of the arena, nine people surrounded Tang San.
The nine people were of all shapes and sizes, some tall, some short, some fat, some thin, some carrying knives, some wielding axes, and some unarmed.
Their eyes were filled with murderous intent, and they exuded a strong stench of blood—these were all veterans who had spent years in the Hell Slaughter Arena, and each of them had their hands stained with blood.
But at this moment, fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.
Because standing opposite them was the Asura King.
The man who never lost in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
That man who brings a massacre every time he appears.
Tang San stood in the center of the arena, his long blue-gold hair fluttering gently in the wind, dressed in a black outfit, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.
His expression was calm, showing no signs of emotional fluctuation.
The cheers in the stands reached their peak.
"Asura King! Asura King! Asura King!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Dai Tianyu stared intently at the center of the field, his lips moving slightly as if he were talking to himself:
"Xiao San, let me see just how far you've gone."
In the center of the arena, the nine people finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Attack him together! He's alone!"
The leader was a bald, burly man who held a double-edged giant axe and shouted at the top of his lungs.
His voice was filled with fear, but also with a desperate madness.
All nine people moved at the same time.
They attacked Tang San from all directions, their swords flashing and their killing intent palpable.
A gasp of surprise came from the stands.
Tang San remained standing in the same spot, motionless.
Just as the nine men's attack was about to land, he suddenly raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.
"The Forest Shadow Killing Array!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire venue suddenly shook!
Countless blue-gold vines burst forth from the ground, like giant pythons, instantly Entanglement all nine people!
The vines were as thick as an arm, with pale golden veins flowing across their surface, exuding a chilling aura.
Those who were Entanglement struggled desperately, hacking and slashing, but the vines were incredibly tough, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not break free even a fraction of the way.
"What... what the hell is this?!"
"Impossible! Impossible! My knife can't cut it!"
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Terrified screams rose and fell.
A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.
With a wave of his left hand, several more vines rose from the ground, weaving into a huge net in the air that enveloped all nine people.
The vines tightened and contracted, compressing their living space to the extreme.
Those people were still struggling, but their movements became slower and weaker.
Tang San did not make another move.
He simply stood there, quietly watching those people Entanglement the vines.
In the stands, the audience was initially deathly silent, then erupted into an even more frenzied cheer.
"Asura King! Asura King! Asura King!"
"What kind of Spirit Skill is that? It's too powerful!"
"It's not Spirit Skill! It's Self-Created Soul Skill! Look, his Spirit Ring haven't appeared!"
"Self-Created Soul Skill... that's terrifying... how did he even do that?"
Dai Tianyu stood at the edge of the stands, looking at the blue and gold figure in the center of the field, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
Is this all the power you've got, Xiao San?
[Without Spirit Ring, he could manipulate nine people at will using only his Self-Created Soul Skill.]
[Control systems... are so annoying.]
His gaze fell on the blue and gold vines, and he secretly made a plan.
If he were standing in the center of the field, could he dodge such an attack? Could he break free?
His brow furrowed slightly.
It's hard to say.
He recalled the scene when the two of them sparred privately.
Tang San was always as slippery as an eel, with a variety of control methods that made him feel restricted in his attacks.
His strength far surpassed Tang San's, but every time he was about to hit him, he could always use the vines to create distance and then reorganize his attack.
After a sparring match, he would often be panting heavily, while Tang San would remain calm and composed.
[This is so annoying.]