Waiting, practicing, killing... countless cycles.
Sitting cross-legged in his humble hut, Long Zhanye slowly opened his eyes.
It has been more than four months since I came to Slaughter City.
Hell Slaughter Arena is now only one away from winning 100 games.
However.
Just before the finish line that seemed within reach, Long Zhanye felt like he was about to collapse.
Over four months, a total of 99 wins.
The number of Fallen Ones that died in his hands has already exceeded four digits.
Even though these people are extremely vicious and vicious people with their hands stained with blood.
Even if he keeps paralyzing himself with "They all have a way to die".
But every time a life is taken away.
The cold, violent breath coming from death itself will Entanglement come up.
Transformed into the increasingly strong substance Killing Intent in him.
At first.
This Killing Intent growth only made him feel more powerful and more decisive in his attacks.
But when he killed more than a hundred people, hidden dangers began to appear.
These Killing Intent, which are growing all the time, begin to corrode and affect his own mind and emotions.
At first I just felt inexplicably irritable occasionally.
When I see blood, my heart beats faster and I feel a bloodthirsty impulse.
But as time goes by.
More and more people died in his hands, and this murderous intention became more and more difficult to control.
Sometimes when walking on the street, I see any moving object.
Whether it is a human being or the occasional gutter rat, deep within him there is an urge to destroy it completely.
Taking people's lives casually.
In his perception, it gradually became as common as crushing an ant to death, and even...
Brings a twist of pleasure.
The killing was dragging him into the abyss of complete madness.
Therefore.
In recent days.
The main direction of Long Zhanye's cultivation has shifted from improving Soul Power to suppressing the Killing Intent in the body.
If it weren't for his Heavenly Eye Martial Soul being Chaos Attribute, he would be born with the strange effects of warding off evil spirits, calming souls, and harmonizing Yin-Yang.
Coupled with the powerful mental power and control brought by his own demon tree skull.
He may have been swallowed up by this pure will to kill and turned into a beast that only knows how to kill.
He used the playing field as his only outlet.
Pour all the killing intent that grows crazily on your opponent to stop "killing" with killing.
But this method is like drinking poison to quench thirst.
After each venting, the residual murderous intention becomes more deeply rooted.
Fusion with the next generation of Killing Intent, it becomes increasingly larger and more difficult to control.
Not so long ago.
The moment he completed his ninety-ninth victory and walked out of Hell Slaughter Arena.
He clearly felt that the feeling had been accumulated in his body for four months.
Killing Intent, a mixture of thousands of dead souls and himself, almost broke through his mental blockade and completely exploded!
That moment.
The whole world he saw seemed to be covered with a faint blood-red color.
It was precisely when he was on the verge of losing control that he suddenly understood.
Why is that mysterious strong man who is ranked number one and has already reached ninety-nine wins?
As well as "Zhongli Hai", Red Scorpion Vera, they all have not played their 100th game.
Maybe.
They are also fighting against this terrible "Killing Intent Backlash" and looking for ways to control or solve it.
Yum is not only a proof of strength.
It is more likely to be a critical point, the key to a complete qualitative change in murderous intent or loss of control.
Today's Slaughter City has become even more dead due to the rise of "Three-Eyed Tyrant".
There are fewer and fewer people who dare to step into Hell Slaughter Arena, and more and more people choose to retreat and rely on the wins they have accumulated in the past.
If you run out of wins, you can only rely on your monthly contribution of "Bloody Mary" in exchange for the humble right to survival.
After all.
Compared with Slaughter Arena who immediately stepped into that ten-death and no-life situation.
Being slowly drained of blood and dying, many people seem to be able to live for a few more days.
Bang bang bang!
A heavy banging on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting Long Zhanye's thoughts.
Almost as soon as the sound rang out, Killing Intent, who was already restless in Long Zhanye's body, surged up!
In the small, cold stone house, the air instantly stagnated, the temperature dropped sharply, and a heavy sense of oppression filled the air.
The strong smell of blood emanated from his body uncontrollably, filling the entire space.
"Who?" Long Zhanye's voice was low, containing cold violence.
"It's me." A beautiful but tired female voice came from outside the door.
Although Long Zhanye heard this sound only a handful of times, he still recognized it immediately - Red Scorpion Vera.
Long Zhanye frowned slightly, what is she doing here? At this time?
With a thought in his mind, Chaos Qi came out from the air and silently opened the simple door latch.
"Please come in." He suppressed the roiling murderous intent and tried to keep his voice calm.
But every nerve in his body was tense, Double Pupil flickered slightly, the spirit Divine Power spread, and his vigilance was heightened.
The door was pushed open.
Vera, dressed in tight black clothes, walked in slowly.
Different from the usual coquettish and dangerous Hell Red Scorpion.
At this moment, her face was pale and colorless, with deep fatigue and traces of painful struggle between her brows and eyes.
She held a rough ceramic cup in her hand, which contained dark red liquid - Bloody Mary.
She was taking a small sip, as if she was suppressing something with the help of this thing.
Within Slaughter City.
It seems that except for Long Zhanye, all Fallen Oness with some strength have the habit of drinking Bloody Mary.
I don't know if it's to supplement some kind of consumption, or to relieve some kind of "symptom".
After Vera walked in, he did not approach rashly, but stopped at the door.
She knows it very well.
In this city, especially in front of "Three-Eyed Tyrant".
Any unnecessary action may lead to fatal misunderstandings.
She glanced at Long Zhanye's cold eyes and felt a little chilled in her heart.
"We hope... to join forces with you." Vera directly stated the purpose of our visit without any detours.
"Us?" A trace of doubt flashed in Long Zhanye's eyes as he looked at her, "Who else?"
"Zhongli Hai, me," Vera reported two heavyweight names.
Then she added, "There are also four Soul Saint level experts."
"A total of... six people." She emphasized the number of people. Obviously, the lineup of this alliance can be called luxurious in Slaughter City.
"Join forces?" Long Zhanye sneered.
"Hell Slaughter Arena's rules, don't you know that?"
"In every game, ten people enter the game, and in the end only one can come out alive."
"If we join forces, who will live in the end? Or..."
"You plan to work together to clear the field first, and then decide the winner 'fairly'?"
A complicated smile appeared on Vera's face, and the blood-red light in his eyes seemed to fade a bit.
Just as Long Zhanye expected.
These days, Vera is also suffering from the tremendous pain of Killing Intent Backlash, struggling on the edge of madness.
She obviously used some special method to barely maintain her sanity from collapse, and she also had a strong will.
But compared with Long Zhanye and Heavenly Eye of the Chaos series, she is still inferior.
Today, she obviously had a hard time suppressing the raging Killing Intent in her body.
After recovering some of my sobriety and thinking ability, I made up my mind to find Long Zhanye.
Faced with Long Zhanye's question, she did not answer directly, but took a deep breath.
She said slowly, "That's right!"
"The purpose of joining forces is to win or lose the final game!"
"And... our common 'dilemma'." Her eyes swept over Long Zhanye with meaning.
She looked at the cup in her hand again.
"I believe that you and I, like Zhongli Hai, can feel it..."
"The 'thing' in the body can't be suppressed anymore. Yum, maybe this is an opportunity, or it may be a trap."
"But for us now, I'm afraid... the biggest threat is not it..."
Her words were still full of meaning.
The atmosphere in the hut became a little stagnant for a while.
There was only the faint sound of Bloody Mary's viscous liquid being gently swayed in the cup in Vera's hand...