"My little bastard, you look quite juicy, with fine skin and tender flesh."
A few people approaching Tang San, led by a bald man, licked his lips, his eyes full of cruel and greedy green light.
"Brother, why bother talking to him? I'll take off his arm first."
The other Scarface had already eagerly pulled out two rusty bone-cutting knives.
Facing the four vicious villains, Tang San didn't even blink.
He instinctively activated Soul Power in his body, trying to release Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
"Huh?"
Tang San's eyes moved. "Soul Skill has been completely banned. This should be the rule dad said."
Seeing Tang San standing there in a daze, the four big men laughed even more crazily.
"Hahaha! Are you dumbfounded when you find out that Soul Skill can't be used?"
The bald man patted the tendon of his chest arrogantly.
"In Slaughter City, what you compete for is pure physical strength and killing skills. You little loser, accept death!"
The bald man and Scarface were already attacking Tang San from the left and right.
However, the Tang San test found that Purple Demon Eye and other Tang Sect Secret Arts seemed not to be affected.
"Pure killing skills?" Tang San raised a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth.
If you and I, a Tang Sect genius who is a once-in-a-century Hidden Weapon outsider, try to fight without using Soul Skill's physical killing skills, isn't that just asking me to hit you in the face?
Tang San didn't even summon Martial Soul.
His hands flicked on the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist like butterflies piercing flowers.
"Mysterious Jade Hand."
"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track."
The figure of Tang San instantly turned into an illusory afterimage on the spot.
The bald man's inevitable punch hit the air directly. Because of the excessive force, he staggered forward.
Before he could stabilize his body, he only felt a very slight stinging pain on the back of his neck.
"Call out--"
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Four imperceptible piercing sounds sounded in the air one after another, so fast that even the afterimages could not be seen.
"Pfft."
The huge body of the bald man hit the bluestone slab straight up...
In the center of the forehead, a small blood hole appeared at some point.
Scarface and the other two people also fell to the ground.
Their throats, hearts, and eyebrows each had a Bone-Piercing Nail shining with blue light.
Kill with one blow, quickly and accurately!
His cold eyes swept across the four corpses on the ground, and Tang San let out a helpless sigh.
"There are too many flaws, the steps are frivolous, and the technique of exerting force is extremely rough."
"You're just going to imitate others and come out to rob?"
"Tang Sect's handymen are more professional than you."
Tang San left without any regret.
He looked up at the tall, dark building at the end of the street that looked like a huge meat grinder - Hell Slaughter Arena.
"You cannot use Soul Skill, you can only use the most primitive killing methods..."
Tang San was thinking silently in his heart as he walked.
Along the way, after witnessing the scene where Tang San instantly killed four people, those crazy degenerates who were still fighting began to retreat as if they had seen a ghost.
They looked at the blue-haired boy with eyes full of fear and apprehension.
Tang San ignored the ugly sights around him.
In this place, there is no moral bottom line, only pure killing, a gathering place for lawless madmen.
Tang San is not only not afraid.
Instead, I felt a long-lost comfort.
Yes, comfortable.
As a Tang Sect killer in his previous life, this environment is his true home!
Tang San is like a peerless Ferocious Beast who first entered the abyss but instantly adapted to the darkness.
He restrained all his aura and hid his edge under the disguise of calmness.
But every step he takes, he firmly takes root in the throat of this sinful place!
"Slaughter City?"
Tang San stared at Hell Slaughter Arena in the distance, with a cold smile on his lips.
"Great place, I like it."
"Kill! Tear him to pieces! Tear off his head!"
"Hahaha! See the blood! I want to see the river of blood!"
Hell Slaughter Arena.
Under the dark red dome, tens of thousands of crazy degenerates were roaring at the top of their lungs.
Here, the air is filled with the strong smell of blood that is disgusting but makes people's blood rush.
A big man with a scar face spat, pointed at the rookie competition area below, and cursed, "Tsk, is the matching mechanism broken today? How can you sneak in a little guy?"
"That's not true."
The skinny monkey-like gambler next to him had his eyes shining. "The one with blue hair in the corner looks at the thin skin and tender meat."
"I'm betting he won't last ten seconds!"
"Ten seconds? You think too highly of him!"
"That blue-haired guy named 'Tang Yin', I bet Bald Qiang can split him in half with the first blow!"
In the center of the arena, ten contestants were already in place.
Except for the blue-haired boy standing at the edge, the other nine were all desperadoes with muscular bodies and ferocious faces.
Tang San didn't speak, just stood quietly.
Tang San's first hell killing match.
Only three minutes passed.
Many people didn't see clearly what Tang San did. There were already seven more corpses on the ground.
The last two people were so frightened that they peed their pants, their legs went weak and they knelt on the ground.
"Monster... you are not human..."
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Another two rays of cold light flashed through, ruthlessly harvesting.
After a brief moment of dead silence, fanatical screams like a mountain roar and a tsunami erupted from the stands!
Just five days later.
In a pub on the ground floor of Slaughter City.
"Have you heard? There is a monster in the rookie competition area."
"You're talking about the blue-haired boy named 'Tang Yin'?"
"Nonsense, no one in the bottom division knows about him now."
"Seven consecutive wins in five days."
A drinker took a swig of Bloody Mary.
"I went to see his seventh game yesterday, and that guy was simply not human."
"The opponent often can't even touch the corner of his clothes, and is shot through the throat inexplicably in mid-air."
"The key is that when he killed someone, his expression was like walking in the back garden."
"In the past few games, some people thought he was thin and easy to bully. Now, whoever gets a chance to play against him must write a suicide note before going on stage."
Tang San is famous.
But it wasn't all good, he was quickly targeted.
In the eighth Hell Killing Match, the nine people in the same field with him directly jointly targeted one of him and wanted to kill him first.
But it's a pity that Tang San, Tang Sect Secret Arts and Hidden Weapon were like a fish in water in the Hell Killing Competition.
Even if nine people target him at the same time, they will all be killed by him.
Tang San stood quietly in the center of the corpse, not breathing at all.
A few splashes of blood dyed his long sea-blue hair red.
Under the dim red light, his blue hair slowly dancing in the wind, coupled with the unwavering cold eyes under the mask, exuded a terrifying aura that made the soul tremble.
Someone in the stands swallowed something and murmured with a trembling voice.
"Monster... no... this is Asura..."
"The way he just threw Hidden Weapon, it was like he had thousands of hands..."
The next second, the killing field erupted with crazy screams and pilgrimage-like shouts that overturned the dome!
"Thousand-Hand Asura!"
"Thousand-Hand Asura!"
Overnight, the code name Thousand-Hand Asura swept through the entire bottom layer of Slaughter City like a plague.
And this is just the beginning of his killing feast.