Not long after.
A strange and majestic black building appeared in front of Long Zhanye.
The overall building is circular, but more like an irregular giant cone.
The bottom one occupies the largest area and is visually slightly smaller than Great Soul Arena of the Heaven Dou Empire, but it is still astonishing in scale.
From bottom to top, the wall gradually narrows inward, forming an oppressive tilt angle.
At about thirty meters above the ground, the narrowing stops and the same diameter remains straight upward, extending to a height of about fifty meters.
The entire building is made of a dull black stone, exuding a strong aura of killing and death.
"This is Hell Slaughter Arena." Black Veil Woman's voice also had a hint of solemnity.
"It is located in the very center of Slaughter City, symbolizing the highest rule here, and its status is unshakable."
"What are the specific rules for fighting here?" Long Zhanye looked at the entrance.
"The rules are very simple." Black Veil Woman explained, "Just hold your ID card and go in to register."
"After signing up, wait in a special waiting area. Private fights are strictly prohibited during this period."
"The competition is conducted in "groups". Each group of ten people will be sent to the Slaughter Arena place below."
"After the game starts, there are no restrictions and any means can be used."
"The only rule is that in the end, only one person can walk out of the venue alive."
"Ten save one."
Ten saves one! The simple and cruel number expresses the bloody nature of this place.
"Then what does the so-called 'championship' mean? How to get it?"
Long Zhanye asked.
Black Veil Woman glanced at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect him to focus on the highest goal so quickly.
"As long as you can win a hundred games in total in Hell Slaughter Arena, you will be a well-deserved champion."
"But..." she paused slightly, "That is an almost impossible task."
"The current top ranked player Hell Slaughter Arena has only won eighty-seven games."
"Every time you win a game, a victory will be recorded on your ID card."
"At the same time, you have also obtained the qualification to continue living in Slaughter City for one year, and can enjoy the corresponding 'privileges' in Inner City."
"Of course, the premise is that you don't get killed while you are enjoying it."
One hundred games...Long Zhanye's eyes narrowed slightly.
This means going through at least a hundred life-and-death fights, and ensuring that you can survive between games.
The difficulty is truly appalling.
"I want to go in and have a look." Long Zhanye said.
"Qualification is required to watch the battle." Black Veil Woman pointed to the entrance of Slaughter Arena.
"Every person needs to contribute a cup of 'Bloody Mary' each time. It can be your own or someone else's."
"As long as you have enough 'tickets', you can stay inside and watch the game."
"The competition is ongoing. As long as ten applicants are gathered, a new one will start immediately."
Long Zhanye frowned slightly.
It's Bloody Mary again!
Slaughter City Why do you desire and value blood?
At this time.
There happened to be a few figures walking towards the entrance of Hell Slaughter Arena.
It's exactly what Black Veil Woman said.
Each of them held a rough cup in their hands, filled with dark red viscous liquid.
Fresh "Bloody Mary".
Long Zhanye glanced at these people and made a decision in his heart instantly.
He no longer hesitated and strode towards the last figure among those people.
That was a bald, strong man.
He is over two meters tall, with bulging muscles, his upper body is naked, and his bronze skin is covered with old and new scars.
The most eye-catching thing is a ferocious wolf head tattoo on his chest.
But because there were several huge scars that twisted and crawled like centipedes through it.
The wolf head pattern was completely destroyed, adding an aura of ferocity and terror.
The strong man was holding Bloody Mary, cursing and walking, as if he was dissatisfied with something.
Long Zhanye walked directly in front of him and blocked the way.
The strong man was stunned at first.
When he saw clearly, the person blocking him was an unfamiliar young man.
Especially when he felt that the other party's aura was not very tyrannical, a ferocious smile suddenly appeared on his face.
His eyes were fierce. "Boy, are you looking for death?"
"Dare you block your Wolf Lord's way? If you don't want to become the next 'drink' in my hands, just get out of here!"
Long Zhanye had no expression on his face and just stretched out a hand, palm upward.
"I want your 'ticket'."
The bald man was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his fierce eyes swept over Long Zhanye.
Black Veil Woman's voice was urgent. "Mr. Number 9080, please pay attention!"
"If you take the initiative to provoke and launch an attack, the newcomer protection will be invalidated immediately!"
Her words not only reminded Long Zhanye, but also indirectly told the bald man!
The sinister smile on the bald man's face grew louder, and he let out a low roar in his throat, "Boy, do you want to steal your Wolf Lord things? You are looking for death!"
The words have not yet fallen.
His free left hand revealed a thick machete with a cold light and a blade full of ferocious serrations!
The sword flashed.
With strong Soul Power fluctuations and arrogant momentum, it struck Long Zhanye head-on!
The speed of this blow is not extremely fast, but the power is heavy and fierce, at least level 50 Spirit King is solid Soul Power!
Long Zhanye Faced with the slashing blade.
The outstretched right hand did not retract, but instead turned the palm of his hand, changing from a request to an upward gesture.
A strange suction force surged out from his palm, cleverly guiding the force of the heavy and fierce blow to deflect to one side.
At the same time.
He took a step forward with his left foot like lightning, instantly closing the distance between himself and the bald man.
The bald man only felt that the powerful and heavy knife in his hand slid to the side uncontrollably.
The right hand that happened to be lifted by Long Zhanye firmly grasped the back of the knife!
"What?!" Baldhead was shocked.
But Long Zhanye's movements are smooth and smooth, without any delay.
He grabbed the back of the knife with his right hand and pulled it forward suddenly, causing his shoulders to sink.
He slammed his shoulder into the bald man's open chest!
Using his bare hands, he counterattacked! Long Zhanye instantly gained the upper hand.
The bald man's reaction was extremely fast.
Seeing that the weapon was restrained and his chest was exposed, he immediately and decisively let go of the hand holding the knife!
At the same time.
The Bloody Mary cup he was originally holding in his other hand.
He used it as a weapon and smashed Long Zhanye in the face!
His body took advantage of the force and retreated sharply, crossing his arms in front of his chest in an attempt to resolve the impact.
Long Zhanye's eyes flashed coldly.
With incredible flexibility, his body twisted abruptly midway, losing the momentum of his forward thrust.
His left hand reached out like a phantom and firmly caught the flying cup.
My wrist trembled a few times, and the thick blood in the cup seemed to have solidified, without even a drop spilling out!
"Thank you." I got Bloody Mary, Long Zhanye and no longer love fighting.
He turned around and walked towards the entrance of Hell Slaughter Arena, seemingly losing interest in the bald head.
Although the bald man escaped the impact.
But the power and control that Long Zhanye exploded in that moment still left him with lingering fear.
His face turned green and white, full of humiliation and ferociousness.
But the strange thing is that he didn't immediately snap up the cup or continue the attack.
Instead, he glared at Long Zhanye's back fiercely, turned around and walked quickly towards the street next to him, as if he wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Long Zhanye walked toward the entrance and whispered, "Being kind to your enemies is being cruel to yourself."
The moment the words fell.
He held the stolen serrated machete by his right wrist.
Flip and shake in an extremely clever and hidden way.
With a few subtle flicks of his fingertips, the heavy machete flew out of his hand!
At this time.
The bald man had already turned into another street, and he couldn't be seen from Long Zhanye's position.
However.
The serrated machete that flew out drew a graceful and deadly arc in the air.
As if he had eyes, he walked around the corner with precision and disappeared into the shadow!