Shocking Everyone

In the Hell Slaughter Arena, where flesh and blood flew in every direction, Ling Chen was tirelessly rummaging through the corpses.

Tang San, watching from the sidelines, frowned, feeling that this was utterly inconceivable.

Is he... scared out of his mind? Or is he trying to scavenge for weapons? He doesn't actually think those iron scraps are worth anything, does he!

Tang San could only guess, for to be smiling while looting corpses in the life-or-death crisis of the Hell Slaughter Arena was simply bizarre.

Just as Tang San was thinking this, Hu Liena arrived at his side.

"Tang Yin, aren't you going to place a bet? It's not often you see such a sure-fire way to make a profit."

Tang San ignored Hu Liena, keeping his eyes locked on Ling Chen, trying to see through him.

The slaughter soon drew to a close; following the decapitation of a female soul master, only Ling Chen and another burly man wielding a great blade remained in the arena.

The burly man approached Ling Chen step by step, while Ling Chen feigned panic, retreating continuously. Soon, Ling Chen was backed against the edge of the Hell Slaughter Arena.

The burly man gave a playful smirk, already imagining the scene where he would slice Ling Chen in two and emerge the perfect victor.

As he raised his hand and brought his blade down, a loud "Clang!" echoed out, but the scene he imagined did not occur; instead, his own tool spirit great blade snapped into two pieces.

The burly man was struck with astonishment, the scene that had just unfolded truly shocking him. He saw that a long sword had appeared in Ling Chen's hand out of nowhere; clearly, his great blade had been severed by that very sword.

"How is this possible!"

However, Ling Chen offered no explanation. A flash of cold light flickered, and the burly man saw his own vision spinning, followed by the sight of his own neck spraying blood.

His head fell to the ground, and his headless body collapsed along with it.

Silence, absolute silence.

Everyone in the arena widened their eyes, staring in disbelief at the sole survivor—a six-year-old boy!

Tang San was now dumbfounded, even activating his Purple Demon Eye at the Mustard Seed realm to scan Ling Chen from head to toe.

Hu Liena stood frozen in place, the Yellow Spring Dew in her hand slipping and falling, shattering the long silence.

"This... how is this possible!"

Hu Liena and Tang San spoke almost in unison; an adult's attack, let alone a child's, would be difficult for even a peer to withstand—the corpses on the ground were the best proof of that.

Yet Ling Chen had not only blocked it, but he had even severed the burly man's martial soul!

The King of Slaughter, Tang Chen, also had his gaze drawn to Ling Chen, watching the child with curiosity.

"Interesting. No one under sixteen has ever entered the Hell Slaughter Arena in all the time the Slaughter City has existed, let alone survived."

Tang San scanned Ling Chen meticulously, unable to make sense of it, but when he caught a clear look at the blade of the Green Steel Sword in Ling Chen's hand, he couldn't help but gasp.

As a successor of the Tang Sect, he was naturally clear on the most important aspects of crafting hidden weapons.

Power, concealment, and lethality.

To increase the power of a hidden weapon, one must either possess extreme technique or enhance its sharpness.

Looking back at all the hidden weapons he had crafted in his previous life, not a single one could compare to the sharpness of the Green Steel Sword in Ling Chen's hand.

He had seen the battle just now clearly; Ling Chen hadn't swung the sword to strike, but had used it to block!

That strike from the burly man could have cut Ling Chen in two along with his sword, yet his blade had been severed by the Green Steel Sword instead.

From this, it was evident that the martial soul of the sword in Ling Chen's hand was certainly not simple.

Hu Liena, however, wore a bitter expression. Yellow Spring Dew! This was the hard currency of the Slaughter City and her favorite drink; losing five cups in one go, how could her heart not ache?

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I want to go down there and slaughter this little brat!"

A violent aura instantly permeated her body; the side effects of the Yellow Spring Dew were now manifesting.

Restlessness, irritability, and a craving for slaughter!

Tang San quickly reached out and pressed down on her, preventing her from actually committing the act of slaughtering a child.

While this was normal in the Slaughter City, if she were to lose her humanity to such a degree, Tang San feared he would have to kill her himself.

Ling Chen, however, paid no mind to the thoughts of those people. He tremblingly dragged the corpses of the burly man and the female soul master to the center of the arena, using the opportunity to strip away their martial soul origins and soul rings.

Even though Ling Chen had grown accustomed to all sorts of corpses, he still trembled instinctively at such a bloody scene.

Ling Chen felt a lingering fear; if his martial soul origin hadn't been enough to briefly manifest his martial soul, would he have met his end here today?

This martial soul origin cannot be wasted; it must be saved for when I can leave this hellhole and awaken my martial soul!

Fortunately, the Green Steel Sword, after its second reinforcement, was incredibly formidable. Its inherent ability to cut through iron like mud had been greatly enhanced, especially when decapitating the burly man—it had been even easier than cutting off the scarred man's head.

More importantly, the fact that he could now sever an opponent's weapon simply by blocking was a qualitative leap for his future battles!

The only pity was that Ling Chen lacked combat and killing techniques. To survive here, and even leave, he would need to learn much more.

Ten people per match, winning a hundred matches—for the current Ling Chen, this was still far too difficult.

Just as Ling Chen was about to leave the Hell Slaughter Arena, nine more people stepped onto the stage.

These nine were clearly the same group that had been chasing Ling Chen earlier; they obviously didn't want to pass up this chance to fight one against eight.

They naturally didn't think Ling Chen would be that hard to deal with. A little brat—even if you gave him a sword, it wouldn't be easy for him to kill an adult head-on.

Ling Chen frowned. Nine people bullying a child was one thing, but the fact that they were nine adults bullying him meant they simply didn't take him seriously at all.

Ling Chen had no way out; if he wanted to leave this place in the future, he would have to face this situation sooner or later.

Judging by the looks on those nine people, it seemed they had planned this long ago. They stared at Ling Chen with malicious grins before charging at him in unison.

"Not good!"

Ling Chen cursed inwardly and immediately began to flee.

They intended to kill him first before turning on each other; it was clearly a coordinated effort, which explained why they had dared to enter the arena.

Such despicable tactics were nothing out of the ordinary in Slaughter City.

Trapped by the constraints of the arena while being hunted by nine people, Ling Chen was quickly surrounded.

At this moment, Hu Liena arrived at the betting counter once more, placing all of her Yellow Spring Dew from her Soul Tool onto the counter.

"Fifteen cups. I bet that brat dies!"

Hu Liena's expression was somewhat ferocious; if those nine failed to finish off Ling Chen, she would enter the arena herself!

Tang San was unsure if Ling Chen could survive this. Ling Chen's Martial Soul was characterized by its sharpness, but facing nine opponents simultaneously would come down to his combat techniques.

It had to be said that Ling Chen had mostly relied on trickery to survive just moments ago.