Goodbye Tang Hao

Dai Tianyu waved his hand without turning his head and strode out of the venue.

Tang San stood at the edge of the stands, watching the black figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.

[He's won 89... eight more than me.]

A glint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

However, I will catch up.

The two walked out of the Hell Slaughter Arena, crossed the streets of the inner city, and returned to their lodgings.

Fu Shiyan is still not there.

Dai Tianyu sat on the stone bench and let out a long sigh, "Eleven matches left."

Tang San nodded. "Soon."

Dai Tianyu turned to look at him. "And you? Nineteen more matches to go."

Tang San said softly, "Hmm. Nineteen matches left."

Dai Tianyu grinned. "Then let's have a competition to see who reaches 100 matches first."

Tang San looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Okay."

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously reached out and clapped hands in mid-air.

Fu Ze sat to the side, watching them, a barely perceptible hint of gentleness flashing in his eyes.

He closed his eyes and continued to regulate his breathing.

Time passed by, day after day.

Tang San and Dai Tianyu's victories were increasing and happening faster.

The names of the cold-faced Yama Fu Ze, the fierce tiger king Dai Tianyu, and the Asura king Tang San are renowned throughout the hellish killing field.

Every battle was a crushing defeat.

Every battle is a massacre.

Tang San's many Self-Created Soul Skill have become increasingly refined and masterful.

From initially having nine people Entanglement simultaneously to later achieving instant kills, it only took him less than three months.

Now, he can even transform the entire arena into a sea of Blue Silver Grass in the blink of an eye.

Those opponents didn't even have a chance to get close to him before they were Entanglement, crushed, and turned into blood.

As Dai Tianyu watched his progress, the gravity in his heart grew stronger.

[This kid... he's too fast.]

[If this continues, it won't be long before he surpasses me in strength.]

A sense of crisis flashed in his eyes, and he became even more diligent in his cultivation.

Every morning, before dawn, he would get up to practice boxing. Even late at night, when everyone was asleep, he would still be sweating profusely in the yard.

Fu Ze saw this but remained silent.

He knew that the two children were secretly competing with each other.

This kind of competition is a good thing for them.

Days passed by.

The Slaughter City still shrouded in purple moonlight; there was no sunrise, no sunset, only eternal night.

Tang San and Dai Tianyu's victories were increasing day by day.

Eighty-two, eighty-three, eighty-four...

Eighty-nine, ninety, ninety-one...

Finally, one day...

Dai Tianyu stood in the center of the arena and defeated his ninety-ninth opponent.

In his hand, he held a wooden plaque with his number written on it—8357.

The cheers from the stands were deafening.

"Fierce Tiger King! Ninety-nine consecutive wins! Ninety-nine consecutive wins!"

Dai Tianyu raised his head, looked at the frenzied audience in the stands, and grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.

His gaze passed through the crowd and landed on the blue-gold figure not far away.

Tang San stood at the edge of the stands, arms crossed, looking at him with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

Dai Tianyu held up one finger at him.

[One more game to go.]

Tang San nodded, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

Dai Tianyu withdrew his gaze and turned to walk off the field.

His steps were steady, and his black hair fluttered gently in the wind.

One more game to go.

A hundred-game winning streak is just around the corner.

Deep within the inner city of the Slaughter City.

The purple moonlight was blocked by the heavy buildings, leaving only a thick darkness.

The air was damp, and occasionally a few drops of water would fall from above, making a crisp sound.

Fu Shiyan stood in the shadow of an abandoned tower, her long, silvery-white hair gleaming faintly in the dim purple light.

He stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a black robe, his expression calm, as if waiting for something.

The surrounding walls were already peeling and crumbling, revealing dark red bricks underneath, as if they had been soaked in blood.

Broken tiles and rotten wood were scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with a musty smell.

He closed his eyes, and his spiritual power spread outwards like invisible tentacles.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

They've arrived.

Heavy footsteps sounded, gradually approaching from a distance.

The footsteps were heavy, each step firm and solid, like a giant beast walking in the darkness.

The footsteps grew closer and clearer, finally stopping behind Fu Shiyan.

Fu Shiyan didn't turn around, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said calmly:

"Brother Tang, it's been a long time."

In the darkness, a tall figure slowly emerged.

The man was wearing a gray robe with the hood pulled low, obscuring most of his face.

He was physically robust, exuding a restrained yet sharp aura, like a blade hidden in its sheath.

When he looked up, a weathered face was revealed beneath his hood, his eyes filled with urgency and a long-suppressed expectation.

It was Tang Hao.

He watched Fu Shiyan's retreating figure, his voice hoarse, tinged with barely suppressed urgency:

"Brother Fu, what exactly is the clue you gave me through that seed that my grandfather might be in the Slaughter City?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Shiyan slowly turned around to face Tang Hao.

His gaze fell on Tang Hao's anxious face, a serious glint flashing in his eyes, and his tone became steady:

"Based on my observations in the Slaughter City this past year, Senior Tang Chen and that Slaughter King are very likely to have a close connection."

Tang Hao was taken aback, his brows furrowed, and he looked at Fu Shiyan with a puzzled expression. His lips moved as if he couldn't understand what relationship the Slaughter King could have with his grandfather.

He scratched his head and said gruffly, "Slaughter King? Grandfather? Brother Fu, what... what does this have to do with anything?"

Seeing Tang Hao's expression, Fu Shiyan knew what he was thinking.

He didn't keep Tang Hao in suspense, but walked over and continued to explain:

"From my observation, the Slaughter King also possesses divine power within him, and that divine power is extremely violent and bloodthirsty."

"I suspect that it is most likely -- the Asura Divine Power."

Asura Divine Power?

Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly, and he repeated the sentence, his eyes filled with even deeper doubt.

"Asura Divine Power? But... what does this have to do with my grandfather?"

He looked up at Fu Shiyan, his tone becoming more urgent as he pressed for an answer.

Fu Shiyan stopped and turned to look at the darkness shrouded in purple moonlight in the distance, and slowly said:

"At first, I didn't connect the Slaughter King with Senior Tang Chen."

He paused, turned to look at Tang Hao, and asked, "Brother Tang should know that my spiritual power far surpasses that of ordinary Soul Master, right?"

Tang Hao nodded upon hearing this.

Of course he knew.

He clearly remembered that back in Nuoding City, Fu Shiyan, who was not yet at the Soul Saint level, was able to keenly sense his presence.