at Slaughter City.
In those seventy-nine bloody fights.
Long Zhanye has never used the active attack ability of Double Pupil, and rarely uses Soul Tool.
Of course, except for that desperate situation when he was besieged by hundreds of people.
He even turned on the Heavenly Eye Body Martial Soul on his forehead only a few times when he encountered strong enemies.
This is not because he deliberately hides his trump cards in front of others, but because he regards these means as real life-saving trump cards and the ultimate killer move.
Exposing all capabilities prematurely.
It will only make subsequent opponents more targeted in their defenses. In such a place where every step of the way is threatening, being prepared can often save lives.
It was also that brutal counterattack with one enemy against a hundred, crawling out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
Let Long Zhanye bear the nickname "Three-Eyed Tyrant", a nickname full of fear!
At this moment.
The nine people who entered this field of life and death together with Long Zhanye.
Their winning numbers can no longer follow the unspoken rule of "no more than five games apart".
Because Long Zhanye's seventy-nine wins have left them far behind.
I don't know if 'Zhongli Hai' and another mysterious strong man deliberately avoided it, or if it was a deliberate arrangement behind Hell Slaughter Arena.
Long Zhanye has never met them in competition.
This also makes the three "stars" with the most wins currently still alive.
And 'Vera', who won just behind Long Zhanye, also has a frightening nickname here -
Hell Red Scorpion.
When these nine people were locked into the venue by the heavy iron gate.
When Long Zhanye was in this bloody battlefield, there was almost no hesitation.
They gathered spontaneously in an instant and surrounded Long Zhanye in the center!
Fear unites them temporarily because they know it.
If they don't work together to get rid of the most terrifying "Three-Eyed Tyrant" first, all of them will have no chance of survival.
Being stared at by nine pairs of eyes full of despair, madness and murderous intent.
Deep in Long Zhanye's pupils, a faint blood red faintly fainted.
The bloodthirsty Killing Intent, which was cold, viscous, and almost turned into substance, surged around him and spread out in all directions.
He slowly closed his eyes and twitched his nose slightly, seeming to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by fear and murderous intent.
Killing has become a function here.
Four months of bloody grinding, because of the lack of Sixth Soul Ring.
Long Zhanye's Soul Power Level improved slowly, only advancing one level, reaching level sixty-one.
But he has absolute confidence that the person he is now can easily defeat the person he was four months ago.
Wandering on the edge of life and death countless times, his understanding of power and grasp of timing have reached a whole new level.
He also realized more and more deeply the cruel truth in Medusa Divine Sense's words--
Only by constantly struggling under the real threat of death can the most practical fighting instinct be refined.
"Kill--!"
Roaring and hissing, mixed with nine crazy sounds.
It erupted from nine directions around Long Zhanye almost at the same time!
Those nine opponents who were forced into a desperate situation put their life-long Soul Power and Martial Soul into their hands or fists.
Pounce hard on the demon-like figure in the center from different angles!
However.
Long Zhanye suddenly opened his eyes at this moment!
But what he saw was not the ferocious enemy charging towards him.
Instead, he crossed the noisy stands and aimed accurately at the darkest corner of the auditorium.
There.
A dark red shadow stood quietly, it was Red Scorpion Vera.
It's been a year.
As long as Long Zhanye plays in the game, Vera almost never loses.
She tried to see through this mysterious and powerful man, but found it increasingly difficult to understand.
From Long Zhanye, she even felt an unprecedented... fear.
This fear does not stem from Long Zhanye's endless, efficient and deadly killing methods.
But it comes from the almost inhuman "perseverance" in this man!
Anyone who steps into Slaughter City.
Under daily death threats and tremendous mental pressure.
More or less, they will choose to degenerate and look for a way to vent themselves.
Crazy, orgy, murder, drugs... especially men.
But Long Zhanye is a complete alien.
After the battle.
He would always return to that simple hut alone and never leave.
After walking out of the hut, he always has only one goal - Hell Slaughter Arena.
He is like a machine that is wound up and exists only to kill and become stronger.
I don't know how many beautiful women there are who rely on their beauty or have ulterior motives to attach themselves to a strong man or take advantage of him.
I once tried to throw myself into the arms of this "Three-Eyed Tyrant" who was both powerful and beautiful.
But what greeted them was only Long Zhanye's cold, emotionless eyes.
Back when Long Zhanye had twenty wins, Vera was almost certain.
This man came here for the same purpose as himself, he was not forced or corrupted.
Instead, take the initiative to treat this hell as a whetstone to temper yourself!
This made her feel a strange resonance while she was alert.
Before that.
Vera has always felt that Long Zhanye is the most outstanding man she has ever seen.
He is no older than me, but he has a handsome appearance.
He also possesses the amazing perseverance to remain unmoved in this abyss of depravity and stick to his true heart.
Every characteristic attracted her and made her sink involuntarily.
When a woman falls in love with a man, sometimes she doesn't need many reasons.
Vera knows.
I am afraid that I have fallen hopelessly in love with this almost cold man.
Although except for the day he first entered Inner City, the two briefly looked at each other and had no communication since then.
She even thought about it with some dejection.
Why did the most outstanding man I met come from that mysterious and powerful sect?
Body Sect?!
She would not admit it wrong. Long Zhanye's unusual right arm was exactly the distinctive feature of Body Martial Soul!
Body Sect When did such a talented and brilliant disciple appear?
She herself was born in Holy Spirit Cult, and although there is no direct conflict with the Body Sect, they are definitely not on the same path.
"Perhaps, this is just a trick of fate." Vera sighed in his heart, with complicated eyes.
Just when Vera's heart was ups and downs and his thoughts were confused.
In the center of the venue, Long Zhanye moved!
Nine people came from nine tricky angles.
Long Zhanye's perception is exquisite, just a trance.
Click! Puff!
The heart-wrenching sound of bones shattering and the sound of a sharp knife piercing flesh sounded almost simultaneously.
The opponent didn't even see what was happening.
The long knife held tightly in his hand had strangely changed its direction and was deeply embedded in his neck!
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
But this is just the beginning!
Long Zhanye's figure did not stop, his wrists were flying.
Several inconspicuous silver lights shot out, which were his carefully crafted small Soul Tool Bomb!
The ear-piercing screams that broke through the air instantly filled the sky above Slaughter Arena!
"Ah--!"
"No!"
Screams came and went.
Faced with this sudden Soul Tool attack, the Fallen Ones people who lacked experience in dealing with it suddenly suffered.
In a blink of an eye.
Six of the nine people were shot in their vital organs, or had their eyebrows pierced, or their hearts burst, and they fell to the ground wailing and died.
Only three people were able to survive the first wave of Soul Tool attacks.
It's not that their body skills are so superb.
Instead, they reacted very quickly and did not hesitate to pull over the bodies of their companions at critical moments to use them as human shields!
These three people.
Astonishingly, they are the strongest among this group of people - two Soul Emperor and one Soul Saint!
However.
Here is Slaughter City! The advantages brought by Soul Power Level are greatly weakened.