Title Zhang San wished he could punch himself in the thigh.
The Slaughter King still had no intention of showing himself.
Why was he, a mere employee, worrying about this?
He immediately backed down—
"The rules state that as long as you survive on the Slaughter Arena Ring, it counts as one consecutive win."
—And he really wasn't making that up.
There was indeed no hard rule saying you had to kill all nine other people to count as a win.
It was just that, in the past, with referees around, only one person ever survived.
But now...
The last one who had insisted on his own way was still lying in the corner with his head off.
"Oh?" Di yihong said in surprise. "So the other nine people just now also count as having one consecutive win under the rules?"
Title Zhang San nodded frantically.
He wished this bunch would get a hundred consecutive wins today and head straight for Hell Road.
Anyone with half a brain could tell that these fiends had come here to "farm records."
What was there to farm in Slaughter City?
The Slaughter God title and Divine Slaughter's Domain!
And the prerequisite to opening Hell Road was a hundred consecutive wins.
Now, simply stepping into the arena counted as one consecutive win. Even if there were a lot of them, it would only take two or three hundred matches before they could leave.
By then, Slaughter City would still be Slaughter City, and he would still be the captain of the Enforcement Team, second only to one and above ten thousand!
At that thought,
Title Zhang San couldn't help laughing aloud, drawing a puzzled look from Di yihong.
What was he so happy about?
"Ah! I thought of how my old mother is coming