The Child in Slaughter City

"Huh? You have a child here in Slaughter City, and he's even entering the Hell Slaughter Arena?"

A stunning young woman in a black evening gown watched as a child, looking no older than ten, faced nine men far larger than himself in the Hell Slaughter Arena. He looked like a lamb cast into a pack of wolves, shouting out move names that were clearly not soul skills.

Dragon Claw Hand, Lotus Float, Kangaroo Jump, Head-Cracking Walnut, Mouse Steals Cheese, Giant Axe Chops Tree, Mount Tai Press, Scorpion Palm...

Yet, the nine grown men acted as if they had reached a consensus, coordinating to kill the child first.

The girl in the black gown wore a mask, obscuring her face, but her voice betrayed her beauty.

The black-veiled girl beside her merely smiled. "Don't underestimate this child. He is no ordinary boy; if he were, he wouldn't be down there."

"Why?" the girl in the black gown asked.

The black-veiled girl explained.

"Newborns are not uncommon in Slaughter City. You saw it when you entered—the inner and outer cities are filled with men and women venting their lust. Women get pregnant; some abort, but others give birth."

"The King of Slaughter grants these children great leniency, allowing them a newcomer protection period until they turn twelve."

The girl in the black gown nodded. "Then what is going on with him?"

Suddenly, several explosions echoed through the arena, and the girl in the black gown widened her eyes in disbelief.

"Is that food? A bun?"

The black-veiled girl smiled again. "As you can see, his martial soul is a bun that explodes like a thunderbolt. Because he awakened with Innate Full Soul Power, the price he had to pay to obtain a soul ring was the forfeiture of his newcomer protection period before the age of twelve."

The girl in the black gown understood the reason. "The King of Slaughter pushed the boat with the current, while the boy himself, unaware, thought he was lucky. At the same time, the King wanted to see just how he would survive."

"Exactly. In these three years, he has already achieved sixty victories—a feat unprecedented in the history of Douluo Continent's Slaughter City." The black-veiled girl looked at the small figure below with a hint of fanaticism.

The girl in the black gown was even more shocked. She had thought her Twin Martial Souls were impressive enough, along with her so-called Angel-level martial soul. Even compared to the Martial Soul Hall hell training camp, she dared say no one on Douluo Continent could surpass this child—and he was merely a food-type soul master.

Suddenly, a figure flashed through her mind: a man who was a cultivation failure but worked exceptionally hard on soul master theory.

"You are not as good as him."

She turned to look at her guide.

"Please register me. I want to participate in the next match."

"Are you sure you want to sign up for the Hell Slaughter Arena? If you register now, you will forfeit your newcomer protection period."

The black-veiled girl looked at the woman in the black gown and asked seriously.

Any fallen one who dared to enter the Hell Slaughter Arena directly was either out of their mind or extremely confident in their own strength.

The girl in the black gown pointed at the child below. "I'm not doing this on a whim just because a child can win in the arena and I don't want to be outdone by him. I am very confident in my own strength!"

The black-veiled girl nodded. "Very well! Then I wish you luck!"

The girl in the black gown continued to watch the match, which was nearing its end.

The boy held two short blades, his movements clean and crisp, his speed lightning-fast. He moved like flowing water, without a hint of hesitation, resolving his enemies with the fastest speed and the most efficient methods. It was impossible to believe this was something a child could achieve.

Today, he had secured another victory.

In Slaughter City, no soul skills could be used; people could only rely on instinct and their own physical strength. Soul power could serve as a source of strength, but it was limited.

Li Pu was different. His martial soul was the Bun Bomb, which could be eaten or detonated. As his strength increased, the power of the Bun Bomb grew even more terrifying.

It could be said that his martial soul was equivalent to a terrifying soul skill—a skill that Slaughter City could not suppress.

Especially since he began participating in the Hell Slaughter Arena, no one had looked down on him at first, treating him as a joke. After all, how could a child walk out of the Hell Slaughter Arena alive?

After Li Pu entered the arena, as his number of victories grew, no fallen one dared to treat him like a child anymore. He was a God of Slaughter—a God of Slaughter they feared and dreaded!

The fallen ones feared his outrageous Bun Bomb martial soul, and because of this, they all wanted to kill him or beg for a Bun Bomb to increase their own chances of survival.

Of course, the fallen ones' fear of Li Pu's Bun Bomb was only part of it; more of it stemmed from his control over soul power.

Because of the various assassination attempts by the fallen ones, he had learned to make his soul power explode through his research into the Bun Bomb's detonations.

This turned him, a food-type support soul master, into a terrifying combat-type soul master warrior.

Not to mention his mastery of weapons, which earned him the title of Martial God in Slaughter City!

Any fallen one who tried to kill him was dealt with by him. Even when he had just walked out of the Hell Slaughter Arena, he had survived the siege of hundreds of fallen ones!

Even fallen ones who were Soul Emperors, Soul Saints, Soul Douluos, or Titled Douluos eventually died at his hands, including those who were still alive and had excellent records.

Over time, he became an opponent that no fallen one in Slaughter City was willing to face.

Anyone who saw him would stay far away, not daring to get within half a step.

They only hoped he would hurry up and complete his hundred victories so he could leave.

One had to remember that a child like him, still within the twelve-year protection period, was usually busy fighting his peers for food.

Because of this, Li Pu had many titles in Slaughter City.

Holy Infant King!

Lord Bun!

Demon King!

Yet, he was most commonly called the Martial God!

Every weapon felt like an extension of his own body.

The other fallen ones had no titles; in Slaughter City, there were only numbers. Only those who struck terror, fear, and awe into the hearts of countless others earned the right to a textual title.

Having ended the battle, Li Pu left the arena, making way for the ten participants of the next match.

Li Pu encountered the newcomer, a girl with a gothic aesthetic.

He could tell at a glance that she was new; her clothes were far too clean.

Her black dress was both beautiful and form-fitting, its soft colors accentuating her figure perfectly. The fabric swayed in rhythm with her stride, and the crisp clicking of her heels against the ground echoed through the blood-soaked Slaughter City. It was as if that sound were the only thing existing in this place, making her appear as dazzling and ethereal as a deity descending to the mortal realm.

Even behind her mask, an intangible air of nobility and elegance radiated from her, stirring an irrepressible urge to bow down in worship.

Clearly, she was no fallen one; she was a trainee here for a trial!

The two exchanged a glance, shared no words, and then brushed past each other.

In Slaughter City, the concept of friendship did not exist; anyone you met outside was either an enemy or a member of the staff.