I Want to Fight Ten!

The encirclement had already formed and was gradually tightening; if Ling Chen did not break out now, he would be hacked into mincemeat!

Ling Chen swept a rough glance over their Martial Souls. To break out of this, understanding their Martial Souls was crucial.

As the saying goes, no matter how high your kung fu is, you still fear a kitchen knife!

Not everyone possessed an Tool Martial Soul. As long as he targeted the Beast Martial Soul spirit masters, and coupled with his Green Steel Sword that could slice through iron like mud, breaking out was not entirely impossible.

Soon, Ling Chen spotted a Vajra Bear spirit master on the right.

Ling Chen remembered clearly that Zhao Wuji of Shrek Academy possessed this very Martial Soul, and its terrifying defensive capabilities had once caused Tang San and his companions no end of trouble.

Not only that, but this Martial Soul was a fusion of offense and defense, relying on brute force to create miracles; its destructive power was not to be underestimated.

Ling Chen was not yet certain if his Green Steel Sword could pierce its defense, so he shifted his gaze to the left, where a Blazing Red Lion Martial Soul stood.

Among the Assault System Martial Souls, the Blazing Red Lion was an incredibly domineering existence; its flame-imbued attacks easily caused internal injuries. Compared to the number one Beast Martial Soul under heaven, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, it was not far behind.

This was no pushover either. Truly, no one who came to Slaughter City was a simple character.

The other four possessed Tool Martial Souls like blades, spears, staves, and clubs, while the remaining three had not yet revealed their Martial Souls, leaving Ling Chen unable to guess what they might be.

With the situation critical, Ling Chen had no choice but to charge toward the Blazing Red Lion spirit master.

Seeing Ling Chen charge, the phantom of that spirit master's Martial Soul let out a roar, followed by a leap, with the massive phantom lion claw swiping toward Ling Chen's chest.

In an instant, a spray of blood erupted, followed by an arm landing on the ground.

It was the arm of the Blazing Red Lion spirit master. Ling Chen, seemingly struck by a thought, broke out of the encirclement while simultaneously putting distance between himself and them.

Staring at the spirit master's spurting stump and his rapidly paling complexion, Ling Chen could not help but reveal a sinister smile.

In this Hell Slaughter Arena, quick, decisive battles had always been their creed for resolving fights.

Because he was facing nine opponents, resolving enemies quickly would significantly reduce his own pressure and avoid the situation of being attacked from both front and back.

Yet, for a six-year-old like Ling Chen, the difficulty of killing with a single blow was self-evident.

The reason Ling Chen was able to seize the opening to kill the bald brute was mainly because the man had been shocked; a little brat breaking his Tool Martial Soul had truly shattered his perception, which was why he had revealed such an obvious opening.

But looking at the recent fight, had Ling Chen not gripped his sword hilt with both hands and aimed for the arm, his own chest would already be a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

The explosive power of the Blazing Red Lion alone was something he, as a child, could not face head-on, let alone kill in one strike.

But what if Ling Chen focused his sights on their limbs instead?

Not only would it drastically weaken their strength, but it would also restrict their mobility while causing them to bleed profusely.

If the wounds were not treated in time, they would die from excessive blood loss. But in the Hell Slaughter Arena, no one would give you a chance to catch your breath.

Strike while the iron is hot!

The injured would easily become targets for others. If they forced themselves to continue fighting, it would accelerate their blood circulation, making the hemorrhaging even more severe.

Even if they managed to kill everyone else in the arena, they would undoubtedly die.

Thinking of this, Ling Chen felt this tactic was a bit insidious—it was no different from torture.

But looking at those nine shameless wretches, Ling Chen immediately stopped feeling that way. If you are heartless, don't blame me for being unrighteous.

So what if it is torture? In this place without rules, only the most ruthless can survive!

"Damn it! This little bastard's Martial Soul is truly bizarre!"

The Vajra Bear spirit master cursed Ling Chen, but his eyes were already locked onto the armless spirit master.

Sensing the strange gaze, the armless spirit master had just turned his head when he saw a phantom bear paw slamming down.

Due to excessive blood loss, the armless spirit master could not react in time and perished on the spot.

The others did not care at all, instead charging toward Ling Chen.

Ling Chen did not run; instead, he charged toward their legs.

Because Ling Chen's nine-year-old frame was relatively small, they had to lower their centers of gravity and focus on power if they wanted to kill him.

Relying on the agility of his small body, they had to expend quite a bit of effort just to land a hit on him.

While dodging, Ling Chen was quick-eyed and nimble-handed, slicing off a leg. Ling Chen did not need to deliver a finishing blow; he only needed to circle around the others and repeat the same trick.

Accompanied by the screams echoing from the Hell Slaughter Arena, even Tang San, who had killed countless people, furrowed his brows.

Too brutal! Simply too brutal!

Although this was a desperate move by a six-year-old child, it was truly unbearable to watch.

His intuition told Tang San that this peerless demon child must never be provoked. His Clear Sky Hammer relied on wide, sweeping movements; once he encountered Ling Chen, he would not be able to escape the risk of losing a limb.

On the other side, even Hu Liena at the betting counter saw her originally scarlet eyes clear up significantly.

She saw further—they were all spirit masters, and Ling Chen's methods were comparable to stripping a spirit bone from a living person.

And now, Ling Chen's eyes had turned red with the slaughter!

Blood splattered across his face. Of the nine spirit masters, only one remained standing unscathed. He looked furious, his eyes splitting, yet his legs were trembling incessantly.

The spirit master crawling on the ground tried to stand, only to have his arm severed by Ling Chen's sword.

Watching them struggle bitterly, Ling Chen felt only pleasure—a pleasure that left him wanting more.

He couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh, a laugh so manic it was downright chilling!

It seemed that, influenced by the environment of the Hell Slaughter Arena, Ling Chen had momentarily lost his grip on reason.

"Satisfying! Truly satisfying!"

Ling Chen approached the final soul master with a crazed laugh, the killing intent radiating from his body growing ever more intense.

"No! Don't come any closer!"

The last soul master, clutching a broadsword, shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping to scare Ling Chen off. It was painfully obvious that he had been terrified by a six-year-old child—a truly humiliating state of affairs!

Yet Ling Chen seemed not to hear him; as he closed the distance, he continued to swing his sword, severing the limbs of those already fallen at his feet.

Following this, Ling Chen suddenly accelerated, his blade slicing through the soul master's broadsword and shearing off both of his arms in a single stroke.

Before the man could even howl in agony, a flash of cold light swept past, and his head hit the ground.

"Hiss~"

Tang San drew a sharp breath, but what Ling Chen did next left him completely dumbfounded.

Ling Chen began dragging their corpses, piling them up in the center of the arena.

What Tang San did not know was that Ling Chen was taking the opportunity to strip away their Martial Soul Origin and Soul Rings. However, in the eyes of Tang San—and indeed, everyone else present—this was merely a display of power, or perhaps an act to establish his dominance.

Having finished all this, Ling Chen looked excitedly toward those at the edge of the arena who had been pursuing him.

At this moment, meeting Ling Chen's gaze, they couldn't help but retreat several steps.

"Come on! Hurry up and kill me! Nine is not enough? I want to take on ten!"