Hundred Victories
Six months later.
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 ninety-ninth battle for the Cold-Faced Yama.
If he wins this match, tomorrow will be his 100th.
At that time, the Slaughter City will welcome three invincible powerhouses: the Asura King, the Fierce Tiger King, and the Cold-Faced Yama.
Dai Tianyu stood with his arms crossed at the edge of the stands, his black hair fluttering gently in the wind.
A defiant smile played on his lips as his gaze was fixed on the cold, aloof figure in the center of the arena.
Tang San stood beside him, his long blue-gold hair gleaming faintly in the purple light, his expression calm.
In the center of the arena, the last opponent was killed by Fu Ze's Heavenly Steel Soul-Breaking Halberd, his head exploding.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the man's head exploded like a watermelon, with red and white blood scattering all over the ground.
The headless corpse swayed twice before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
Fu Ze stood still and slowly retracted his halberd.
The dark halberd was stained with blood, which dripped down the blade and onto the ground with a soft "drip-drip" sound.
He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the frenzied spectators in the stands, and then slowly raised his hands.
Even with his cold and taciturn nature, he couldn't help but raise his hands high at this moment, unleashing his terrifying and bloodthirsty killing intent without reservation.
An almost tangible killing intent surged from his body, forming a huge vortex in the air.
The vortex swirled and churned, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.
Surrounded by the vast arena, the numerous Fallen Ones watching the battle fell completely silent under the immense killing intent emanating from him.
The phrase "Cold-Faced Yama" is like a symbol of death itself.
This is exactly the same as the status that the Asura King, who had previously achieved a hundred victories, and the Fierce Tiger King, who had achieved a hundred victories even earlier, held in their hearts.
Moreover, everyone considers the Fierce Tiger King to be the most terrifying being.
Because none of his opponents ever managed to leave with a complete corpse; they couldn't even keep their heads.
Whether dead or alive, the Fierce Tiger King habitually crushes the skulls of every enemy to ensure his victory.
As for the Asura King, although his methods were not as bloody, his control methods were simply despair-inducing.
Those blue-gold vines sprouted from the ground, Entanglement, crushed, and turned people into blood—the entire process left the opponents with no chance to struggle.
Three monsters!
This is how all the Fallen Ones judged them.
Dai Tianyu looked at the figure in the center of the arena with his hands raised, a smile spreading across his face, "Uncle Ze has finally reached this point."
Tang San nodded slightly, without saying a word.
Just then--
"Congratulations, Cold-Faced Yama."
A deep, sharp voice suddenly came from all directions.
The voice was neither male nor female, nor could it be discerned from direction; it seemed to seep from the walls, or perhaps it came from the depths of the earth.
His voice carried an indescribable air of authority, inspiring awe in those around him.
Strangely, the immense killing intent released by Fu Ze was reversed the moment the sound rang out, and was forced back into his body.
Fu Ze frowned slightly, withdrew his raised hands, and scanned his surroundings warily.
With that sound, the atmosphere in the Hell Slaughter Arena instantly reached its peak.
Because in mid-air, a blood-red figure was descending from the sky.
The figure wore a dark red robe embroidered with gold patterns, which gleamed eerily in the purple moonlight.
He was tall and thin, his face hidden in shadow, with only his eyes occasionally flashing a scarlet light.
Slaughter King.
The entire venue erupted in cheers.
"Slaughter King, Slaughter King, Slaughter King..."
The shouts were deafening; the Fallen Ones shouted until their voices were hoarse, but they showed no sign of stopping.
They shouted at the top of their lungs, their eyes filled with almost fanatical worship. Some even knelt down and prostrated themselves before the blood-red figure.
Even Tang San and Dai Tianyu on the stands felt a chill run down their spines, their gazes fixed on the scarlet figure in mid-air.
Tang San frowned slightly, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.
Dai Tianyu's arrogance subsided somewhat, replaced by a rare solemnity.
The aura emanating from that figure was terrifying.
Hovering in mid-air, five meters above the ground, the Slaughter King stopped descending.
He looked down at Fu Ze from the air, his scarlet eyes gleaming with a cold light in the darkness.
That deep yet sharp voice rang out again:
"Please welcome the Fierce Tiger King and the Asura King."
As soon as he finished speaking, several Black Armor Knight emerged from the shadows and approached Tang San and Dai Tianyu in the stands, gesturing for them to enter.
The two exchanged a glance, then followed the Black Armor Knight down from the stands to the center of the arena.
The three stood side by side once again.
The Slaughter King's gaze fell on the three of them, then slowly moved toward the viewing platform of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
He looked at the crazed, Fallen Ones, his voice echoing throughout the entire area:
"I am delighted to witness the birth of three top warriors in the killing arena today."
"A level of success that hasn't been seen in decades has been demonstrated in these three young men."
He paused, then opened his arms, his voice rising even higher:
"They make you tremble with their overwhelming strength and terrifying killing intent, don't they, my people?"
"Yes--, yes--, yes--"
The Fallen Ones shouted wildly, their eyes filled with fanaticism and worship.
The Slaughter King seems to possess a unique charisma that inspires a near-mad worship in all Fallen Ones befall him.
As the cheers gradually subsided, the Slaughter King lowered his head, looked at Tang San and his companions, and said:
"Asura King, Cold-Faced Yama, Fierce Tiger King. Thank you for letting me feel the presence of passion again."
He paused, a crimson light flashing in his eyes, and continued:
"Yum, very good."
"To recognize your achievements, I have decided to exceptionally bestow upon you the title of 'God of Slaughter '."
"From this day forward, you may freely enter and leave the Slaughter City, and you will be honored to be appointed as guest elders of the Slaughter City under my command."
After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.
Tang San looked at Dai Tianyu in surprise, only to find that Dai Tianyu was also looking at him.
Their eyes met in mid-air, both revealing expressions of confusion.
No need to walk the Hell Road anymore?
Before they came to the Slaughter City, their master told them that the only way to leave the Slaughter City was to pass the Hell Slaughter Arena's Hundred Victories, then challenge the Hell Road, and walk out alive.
But now, the Slaughter King has directly bestowed upon them the title of God of Slaughter, exempting them from the Hell Road?
What on earth is this Slaughter King up to?