I Want to Fight Ten!

The encirclement had formed and was slowly closing in. If Ling Chen didn't break through soon, they'd chop him into mincemeat!

Ling Chen gave their Martial Souls a quick once-over. If he wanted to break out, it was important to know what he was up against.

As the saying went, no matter how skilled you were, you still had to fear a cleaver!

Not everyone had a Tool Martial Soul. If he focused on the Soul Masters with Beast Martial Souls, then with his Green Steel Sword, which could cut through iron like mud, escaping wasn't entirely impossible.

Soon, Ling Chen spotted a Soul Master on the right with a Vajra Bear Martial Soul.

Ling Chen clearly remembered that Zhao Wuji of Shrek Academy had this very Martial Soul. Its terrifying defense had once given Tang San and the others no end of trouble.

Not only that, this Martial Soul was both offensive and defensive. With its great strength, it could work miracles, and its destructive power was nothing to scoff at.

Ling Chen wasn't sure yet if his Green Steel Sword could pierce its defenses, so he looked to the left. There stood a Soul Master with a Blazing Red Lion Martial Soul.

Among Power Attack System Martial Souls, the Blazing Red Lion was an exceptionally domineering presence. Its fiery attacks could easily cause internal injuries. Compared to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the world's number one Beast Martial Soul, it was every bit as formidable.

This one wasn't easy prey either. As expected, not a single person who came to Slaughter City was a pushover.

Four others had Tool Martial Souls in the form of blades, spears, staffs, and clubs. The remaining three hadn't revealed their Martial Souls, so Ling Chen couldn't guess what they were.

The situation was urgent. Ling Chen could only charge toward the Soul Master with the Blazing Red Lion Martial Soul.

When Ling Chen rushed at him, the Soul Master's Martial Soul phantom let out an angry roar. Then he leaped into the air, and the phantom of a massive lion's claw raked toward Ling Chen's chest.

In an instant, blood sprayed through the air, and an arm fell to the ground.

It was the Blazing Red Lion Soul Master's arm. Ling Chen seemed to have thought of something. As he broke out of the encirclement, he also put some distance between himself and the others.

Ling Chen stared at the Soul Master's severed arm, blood spurting from the wound, and at his face, which was growing deathly pale. A strange smile tugged at Ling Chen's lips.

In the Hell Slaughter Arena, ending a fight as quickly as possible had always been the guiding principle.

When you were fighting one against nine, quickly taking out your enemies could greatly reduce the pressure on you and prevent you from being attacked from both sides.

But for a six-year-old like Ling Chen, killing with a single blow was easier said than done.

The main reason Ling Chen had been able to seize an opening and kill the bald brute was that the man had been shocked. A little kid had severed his Tool Martial Soul, shattering everything he thought he knew. That was why he'd left such an obvious opening.

But judging by that last fight, if Ling Chen hadn't gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands and aimed for the man's arm, his chest would have been reduced to a bloody mess by now.

With the Blazing Red Lion's explosive power, a little kid like him couldn't face it head-on, let alone kill it with a single blow.

But what if Ling Chen focused on their limbs instead?

It would greatly weaken their strength and limit their movement, while also making them bleed heavily.

If their wounds weren't treated in time, they'd die from blood loss. But the Hell Slaughter Arena wouldn't give them a moment to catch their breath.

Strike when they're down, and finish them off!

An injured person easily became a target for everyone else. If they forced themselves to keep fighting, their blood would circulate faster, making the bleeding even worse.

Even if they killed everyone in the arena, they'd still be doomed.

At this thought, Ling Chen felt his tactic was a little underhanded—almost indistinguishable from torturing them to death.

But when he looked at those nine shameless bastards, he no longer felt that way. If they showed him no mercy, he wouldn't show them any either.

So what if it was torture? In a place without rules, the cruelest were the ones who survived!

"Damn it! This little brat's Martial Soul is so strange!"

The Vajra Bear Soul Master cursed Ling Chen, but his eyes were already fixed on the Soul Master with the severed arm.

The injured Soul Master felt the strange gaze and turned around, only to see a phantom bear paw crashing down on him.

Having lost too much blood, he couldn't react in time. He died on the spot.

The others didn't care at all. Instead, they charged at Ling Chen.

Ling Chen didn't run. He charged at their legs.

Because Ling Chen's nine-year-old body was so small, they had to lower their centers of gravity and put more weight behind their attacks to kill him.

Meanwhile, thanks to his small, agile frame, it took them extra effort to hit him.

As Ling Chen dodged, he struck with quick, sharp precision and severed a leg. He didn't need to finish the man off. He only needed to keep the others occupied, then repeat the same trick.

As screams rang out from the Hell Slaughter Arena, even Tang San, who had killed countless people, furrowed his brow.

It was too brutal! Simply too brutal!

Though it was the desperate act of a six-year-old child, it was still too gruesome to watch.

Tang San's instincts told him that this peerless little devil was someone he absolutely couldn't afford to provoke. His Clear Sky Hammer struck with sweeping, powerful blows, and if he ever crossed paths with Ling Chen, he risked losing a limb.

Elsewhere, even Hu Liena, standing at the betting counter, had eyes that were no longer quite so bloodshot.

She saw further than most. They were all Soul Masters, and Ling Chen's methods were practically on par with ripping a Soul Bone from a living person.

And now, Ling Chen had gone berserk!

Blood covered his face. Of the nine Soul Masters, only one still stood unharmed. His face twisted with fury, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, but his legs trembled without stopping.

A Soul Master sprawled on the ground tried to get up, but Ling Chen severed his arm with one slash.

Watching them struggle desperately, Ling Chen felt nothing but pleasure—a pleasure he could hardly get enough of.

He threw his head back and laughed, wild and unhinged, the sound almost chilling!

It seemed the atmosphere of the Hell Slaughter Arena had affected him. For a moment, Ling Chen had lost his reason.

"What a rush! What a rush!"

Ling Chen advanced toward the last Soul Master with a crazed laugh, the killing intent around him growing more intense.

"No! Stay back!"

The last man, who held a greatsword, shouted in an attempt to scare Ling Chen away. It was clear that a six-year-old child had frightened him half to death. What a disgrace!

But Ling Chen seemed not to hear him. As he drew closer, he kept swinging his sword to sever the limbs of those lying at his feet.

Then Ling Chen suddenly accelerated. With one slash, he cut through the greatsword in the Soul Master's hands—and severed both his arms along with it.

Before the man could scream, a flash of cold steel swept past, and his head hit the ground.

"Gasp—"

Tang San sucked in a sharp breath, but Ling Chen's next move left him dumbfounded.

Ling Chen dragged their corpses and piled them up in the middle of the arena.

What he didn't know was that Ling Chen was using the opportunity to take their Martial Soul Origins and Soul Rings. But to Tang San—and, indeed, everyone else present—it looked like Ling Chen was showing off his strength, or perhaps making an example of them.

When he finished, Ling Chen excitedly turned toward the people at the edge of the arena who had been chasing him.

When they met his gaze, they couldn't help taking a few steps back.

"Come on, hurry up and kill me! What good are nine? I want to fight ten!"