Forced into the Hell Slaughter Arena

That said, Ling Chen had yet to examine the information regarding the Martial Soul Origin, as this power was profound and mysterious, difficult to articulate clearly.

Placing his hand upon the Golden Dragon Pillar, information regarding the Martial Soul Origin surfaced in Ling Chen's mind.

[Martial Soul Origin]:

Tool Martial Soul: 369 points.

Beast Martial Soul: 442 points.

Body Martial Soul: 104 points.

Special Martial Soul: 122 points.

[Function]: By touching a corpse, you can strip away the Martial Soul Origin that has not yet dissipated from the deceased and store it within this Martial Soul Origin Space.

[Effect I]: You can utilize the Martial Soul Origin within the space to briefly manifest your own Martial Soul.

[Effect II]: You can utilize the Martial Soul Origin to strengthen your own Martial Soul, elevating its quality, with a chance to acquire the characteristics of the consumed Martial Soul.

[Effect III]: When you possess a certain quantity of a specific category of Martial Soul Origin, you can awaken a new Martial Soul (unrestricted by age).

Ling Chen was slightly stunned; the Golden Dragon had not lied to him, but Ling Chen found himself quite expectant regarding [Effect III].

If he were to gain an additional Martial Soul, he could finally leverage the advantages of having Twin Martial Souls.

He would only need to cultivate one Martial Soul to the Title Douluo realm, and the second Martial Soul could immediately be equipped with ten-thousand-year Soul Rings.

Such a cultivation method usually involves reserving the strongest Martial Soul to be cultivated last.

However, this was not a problem for Ling Chen; he could stack rings. Even if the subsequent Martial Soul were not particularly powerful, his primary Martial Soul, the Green Steel Sword, could still be stacked to the corresponding Soul Ring age.

Pulling back his thoughts, Ling Chen recalled that when he had used the Martial Soul Origin, it felt as though he were using it in portions. Now, looking at it intuitively, one "portion" seemed to be roughly 100 points of Martial Soul Origin.

When Ling Chen strengthened the Green Steel Sword, he had used approximately 100 points of Martial Soul Origin; he just didn't know how many points the next strengthening would require.

Ling Chen attempted to draw out the Martial Soul Origin from the Golden Dragon Pillar to strengthen the Green Steel Sword, and the Martial Soul Origin points in his mind began to decrease frantically.

"It's over!"

Watching the Martial Soul Origin information drop to nearly zero, Ling Chen felt no joy at the Green Steel Sword's improvement; instead, a deeply ominous feeling surged into his heart.

Entities like the Lion-Man were not uncommon in Slaughter City, and Ling Chen could not be certain if he would be able to encounter intact corpses anymore.

Part of the reason for the decrease in corpses was that these half-human, half-beast creatures were scavenging, which in turn hindered the speed at which Ling Chen could collect Martial Soul Origin.

With his consciousness returned to reality, Ling Chen cautiously unlocked the houses around the small alley; the scarred man's residence would have been his best place to stay.

The result was a great disappointment; trying to find the scarred man's residence in Slaughter City was undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Just as Ling Chen had tried several houses to no avail and was attempting to open the next door, the door of the previous house opened quietly. It seemed the owner had heard someone picking the lock and had come out personally to investigate.

Ling Chen inserted the key into the keyhole, gave it a gentle twist, and the door... opened!

Before he could even gloat, Ling Chen sensed a thick intent to kill, and this killing intent was directed squarely at him.

Ling Chen dared not think twice; he turned tail and ran.

The owner of the neighboring house saw that it was only a six-year-old child, paused for a brief moment, then immediately reacted and hurried in pursuit.

This was like a pie falling from the sky; as long as he brought this child to the Hell Slaughter Arena, his odds of winning his next match would increase by a fraction.

"Stop right there, you brat!"

Hearing the voice from behind, Ling Chen could not help but quicken his pace.

The one thing Ling Chen least wanted to happen had occurred: he had been discovered again.

People nearby heard the shouting and looked toward the sound, only to see an adult chasing after a six-year-old child.

After a moment's thought, the onlookers quickly understood and joined the pursuit one after another.

The scene shifted; the streets and alleys were now devoid of people.

In the blood-red mist that never dispersed, a blood-colored full moon hung in the sky, its scarlet light shining down upon a giant circular arena where ten people were fighting to the death.

The air was as thick as blood plasma, and every breath was filled with the stench of rotting corpses and the sourness of sweat, pungent and choking.

Yet, those ten people paid it no mind; in their eyes, there was only a craving for slaughter.

"I didn't expect there to be a six-year-old child in this Hell Slaughter Arena!"

Tang San, wearing a mask, caught sight of a small figure darting and dodging on the arena floor and felt a slight sense of surprise.

This was mostly a battlefield for adults; for a little brat to come to such a place, wasn't that just throwing his life away?

On the other side, Hu Liena had also arrived at the betting counter, placed down five cups of Yellow Spring Dew, and pointed at the six-year-old child.

"Five cups, I bet he dies!"

Hu Liena looked charming and moving, but it was not strange for her to say such things. She was currently a Hell Envoy with a 72-match winning streak, a being who killed without blinking.

Clearly, she did not favor the child either.

After all, in a head-on battlefield like Slaughter City, it had never been heard of for a child to be able to kill an adult.

Moreover, there were the rules of Slaughter City to consider: one could not use Soul Skills and had to rely solely on physical strength, combat techniques, and killing intent.

This undoubtedly increased the child's mortality rate significantly, but no one cared much; instead, many people took their Yellow Spring Dew and followed Hu Liena's lead to place their bets.

As for the life or death of this child, in this Slaughter City where the weak are prey to the strong, he could only serve as a stepping stone for others to leave this place.

Yet what they did not know was that the very fact this child could stand here meant he was extraordinary, and it also represented his helplessness.

The commotion he made while shaking off his pursuers had been too great, drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the inner city of Slaughter City.

To better handle the situation, Ling Chen had no choice but to lure them into the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Only ten living people were allowed to fight in the Hell Slaughter Arena, and only the last one standing could leave; by utilizing the rules here, Ling Chen would not have to face a hundred enemies alone.

However, for a six-year-old child facing nine opponents, the chances of survival were slim to none.

Right now, those nine people were still relentlessly attacking Ling Chen. Fortunately, Ling Chen was still small and agile, allowing him to dodge constantly while attempting to goad the nine into fighting each other.

Outside the arena, those who had just been chasing Ling Chen regretted not catching him, having missed out on an easy match to relieve some pressure.

From start to finish, Ling Chen had not released his Martial Soul, for no other reason than he was still over 90 points away from condensing the Martial Soul Origin.

The current situation was indeed grim; no one was optimistic about his chances, and everyone hoped he would be the first to die here.

Yet, Ling Chen's method was proving effective.

Finding each other to be in the way, and believing Ling Chen posed no threat to them, the nine began to slaughter one another.

The surging killing intent erupting from the nine made Ling Chen shiver uncontrollably; they were already this terrifying even without having condensed a domain.

Ling Chen did not relax, instead seizing the moment to loot the corpses.