The stench of blood in the Hell Slaughter Arena was so thick it could not dissipate. The black stone floor beneath their feet had been soaked dark with blood, and every step left behind a sticky, crimson footprint.
Bai Ci stood at the center of the arena, an eerie light glinting from his hands.
The ten people opposite him were already trembling all over, their weapons clattering to the ground. They had seen Bai Ci kill before. It was a sight more terrifying than hell itself.
"I... I surrender! I give up!" A Soul Master dropped to his knees with a thud and repeatedly kowtowed to Bai Ci. "I'm not fighting anymore! Please spare my life!"
The others followed suit, kneeling one after another, weeping and begging for mercy. Before absolute strength, all cruelty and savagery had become the most abject pleading.
Bai Ci raised an eyebrow slightly, a cold smile curling across his lips. "Surrender? Once you step into the Slaughter Arena, there has never been such a thing as surrender."
As soon as he finished speaking, he activated Berserk Mode and tore his opponents into pieces within a few breaths.
He raised a hand and wiped away nonexistent blood from his fingertips, his voice as calm as if he were commenting on the weather. "The hundredth match is over."
A cold mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire arena, carrying a nearly imperceptible tremor:
"Number 666, Bai Ci, one hundred consecutive victories."
Dead silence fell over the stands.
Everyone held their breath and stared blankly at the blood-red figure in the center of the arena.
Three hundred-match winning streaks within a single month.
This was a miracle that had never occurred in the thousand-year history of Slaughter City.
Just then, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended from above, blanketing the