"Ah--!"
A short scream suddenly sounded from behind the corner.
Then it stopped suddenly and there was no more sound.
"Let's go." Long Zhanye said to Black Veil Woman who was standing beside him with a normal expression.
"You..." Black Veil Woman looked at Long Zhanye with completely different eyes.
This was the second time she witnessed Long Zhanye take action, compared to the first violent crushing.
This time it was crisper and neater, full of a sense of ease and efficiency.
She recognized that bald man, he had already won seven games at Hell Slaughter Arena.
He is a genuine, ruthless character who was killed out of a crowd of seventy people.
But in front of Long Zhanye, he was easily played with and stripped of his weapons like a child.
In the end, he was killed with a knife, and the whole process felt like it had been rehearsed thousands of times.
She felt that Long Zhanye's Soul Power Level didn't seem much higher than that bald head.
But killing the opponent is as easy as squeezing an insect to death.
Walking into the interior of Hell Slaughter Arena, the environment is more rough and crude than the outside.
There are no boxes and no private seats.
There are only circles of rough stone stands extending upward, like a Colosseum.
The Slaughter Arena ground below is a huge circular empty field with a diameter of more than 100 meters.
The ground was dark red sand, as if soaked with countless blood.
At this time, there were less than two people sitting sparsely in the stands, which seemed a bit empty.
Within the venue.
The screams and roars kept coming, and the melee between the ten people was coming to an end.
Only the last three people were left, covered in blood, fighting to the death.
At the entrance.
Long Zhanye calmly poured the cup of Bloody Mary into a huge stone container that exuded a strong fishy smell.
"Please," he turned to Black Veil Woman and said, "Sign up for me. I want to participate in the next competition."
Black Veil Woman no longer dares to look down upon Long Zhanye at this moment.
The strength shown by the other party and the cold disregard for life made her feel a chill involuntarily.
She didn't hesitate.
He took the ID badge from Long Zhanye, nodded, turned around and walked towards the registration office.
For this city full of sin and depravity, Long Zhanye feels nothing but disgust.
He didn't want to waste even one more day here.
His goal is clear, win 100 games, win the championship, challenge Hell Road, and get out of here!
The battle starts from now on!
He felt a gaze full of scrutiny and interest cast from a distance.
Turn around and look.
On the other side of the stands, Red Scorpion'Vera' was leaning on the railing.
Dark red eyes looked at him with interest, and there was a hint of amusement in the corner of his mouth.
The killing journey has officially begun.
In this dark underground world shrouded in blood and madness.
Long Zhanye not only has to win the brutal games, but also has to be vigilant at all times and make it to the end alive.
Three days later.
The number of Fallen Ones killed by Long Zhanye in Slaughter City has quietly exceeded one hundred.
And this.
Just after he participated in two Hell Slaughter Arena games.
The numbers accumulated from the countless sneak attacks and counterattacks encountered during the gap period.
In both games, he was the ultimate winner.
These three days made him understand.
Beyond Hell Slaughter Arena, those hide in the shadows.
A sneak attacker waiting for an opportunity is far more dangerous than an opponent on the field.
Competition drains physical and mental energy.
The moment you walk out of the venue is often the moment when you are at your weakest.
It is also the best time for countless greedy eyes to lock eyes and launch deadly attacks.
No wonder there are powerful men with such fierce reputations like Red Scorpion and 'Vera'.
In one year, he only participated in more than 20 games. Most of the time was probably spent recuperating and dealing with off-field threats.
From now on.
Long Zhanye became more cautious and careful, and learned to hide weakness after victory.
Learned to take advantage of the terrain and environment, and be patient and dormant when necessary.
One month later.
The name of Long Zhanye is already resounding in Hell Slaughter Arena.
The number of victories he won reached twenty-one.
Nowadays, fewer and fewer people dare to easily attack him outside the stadium, but those who dare to take action are becoming stronger and stronger.
He also gradually figured out more rules.
For example.
In each new competition, the opponent he faces cannot compete more than five times less than himself.
This means.
As his wins increase, the overall level of his opponents is also forced to improve, making the battle increasingly difficult.
Three months later.
Hell Slaughter Arena, the cold, chilling aura almost condensed into substance.
Ten figures slowly walked from different entrances into the bloody battlefield below.
Long Zhanye is in third place.
However, he was the focus of the other nine people's eyes.
Whether it was vigilance, fear, or a deeply hidden murderous intention, they were all firmly locked on him.
Seventy-nine competitions, seventy-nine victories - this is the answer sheet Long Zhanye spent three months to hand in.
This result ranks high in the entire history of Hell Slaughter Arena.
Currently, there are only two people who have won more games than him.
One of them is Zhongli Hai with 88 wins.
Another one.
Ninety-three consecutive victories, but his identity is extremely mysterious. Long Zhanye has only seen him play, but no one knows his name.
For Fallen Ones here, a hundred wins is not only the ticket to leave Hell Road.
It is also a symbol of achieving the highest status within Slaughter City, and may even become a guest of King of Slaughter.
Behind the seventy-nine victories was the loss of more than a thousand lives.
In the past three months.
Even at the most "tempting" moment after the game, few people dared to launch a sneak attack on him.
It's not that Long Zhanye doesn't want to accumulate wins faster.
But as his reputation grew, fewer and fewer people dared to compete on the same stage as him when he signed up.
It often takes several days of waiting, and secret arrangements are made by Slaughter Arena to manage to gather ten people.
Just three months.
Long Zhanye has become a rising and daunting "star" among Hell Slaughter Arena.
His promotion speed is enough to rank among the top three in Slaughter City's thousand-year history.
Compared to when I first entered this place.
Long Zhanye's eyes had a layer of lingering coldness in them.
There was a faint, disgusting smell of blood lingering around him.
Coldness, bloodthirsty, and cruelty have become his new labels.
here.
Soul Power Level is not the only criterion for deciding life and death.
Spirit Master without Soul Skill is like a tiger with its claws and fangs removed.
And Long Zhanye, with its unmatched powerful Qilin Arm, mysterious Chaos Qi, and advanced Soul Tool.
He is like a terrifying killing machine, and several Soul Douluo level experts have died in his hands.
The most dangerous one happened two months ago.
Long Zhanye, who just killed two Soul Power powerful enemies above level 80 in the competition.
He dragged his bruised and Soul Power almost exhausted body out of Slaughter Arena.
What awaits him is the crazy siege of hundreds of red-eyed Fallen Ones who are trying to take advantage of the situation!
Swords and swords flashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
There were countless wounds on his body, and the blood almost turned him into a bloody man.
However.
When everything calmed down, the result was that none of the more than a hundred besiegers survived, and they died miserably.
And Long Zhanye.
Just like that, from the mountains of corpses.
Chaos Qi, who was covered in strange things, climbed out step by step, dragging his broken body with visible bones and rolled muscles.
Three days later.
It was as if that tragic siege had never happened.
Long Zhanye calmly walked into the Hell Slaughter Arena registration office again.
And that day.
In the entire Hell Slaughter Arena, because no one dared to fight, it set a record of no fighting for 24 hours.