Three months later.
Hell Slaughter Arena.
Su Mo stood in the center of the arena, nine corpses sprawled at his feet, their blood not yet dry.
He did not look at the corpses, nor did he look at the roaring spectators in the stands. He merely lowered his gaze to look at the hand gripping his sword. One hundred matches. One per day, without interruption. Today was the hundredth.
Su Mo raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the crazed faces in the stands.
"Blood Shadow Sword!"
"Blood Shadow Sword!"
The Fallen Ones of Slaughter City shouted his title in hoarse voices. Every Fallen One was roaring with excitement.
They had once been terrified of facing Su Mo in a future arena match. Now that Su Mo had achieved a hundred consecutive victories, they no longer had to worry.
That was why they were so excited.
They no longer had to flee to the outer city out of fear, preferring to barely cling to life rather than dare set foot in the inner city again.
Su Mo sheathed his sword, turned, and walked down from the arena.
Xiao Wu was waiting for him at the entrance to the passageway. She had also finished her final match today, one round before him. A few spots of blood stained her pink battle dress, but her expression was calm, as though she had not been the one killing people here for a hundred days.
It was not just Xiao Wu. Su Mo was the same.
Neither he nor Xiao Wu had developed uncontrollable killing intent after experiencing a hundred slaughter matches in Slaughter City.
That was because he and Xiao Wu could leave Slaughter City every day.
Thus, the slaughter in the Hell Slaughter Arena could not affect Su Mo or Xiao Wu