The Provocateur

Arriving at the entrance to Slaughter City, Lin Yi already felt a thick, pungent scent of blood surging into his nose. This sensation nearly made him vomit.

Just as he was lost in thought, a shrill, mocking voice drifted over.

"Yo, this little brother must have never been to this place before. If you can't even handle this smell, how do you expect to enter the inner arena of Slaughter City and fight to the death?"

Lin Yi's gaze darkened; he knew this person was deliberately looking for trouble.

He had learned some of the rules of Slaughter City from Tang San in the past, so although he was angry, he did not lose his temper. Instead, he smiled calmly.

"Slaughter City isn't owned by your family, so what I do here is none of your business. What, do you think using your tongue to belittle others is more useful than actually having the skills to compete?"

"You!"

The man's face turned black instantly, and he raised a hand toward Lin Yi. "Don't be ungrateful, kid. I've won fifteen consecutive matches in Slaughter City. How dare you slight me?"

"Fifteen matches?"

Lin Yi laughed out loud and extended his pinky finger toward the man.

"Please, you really are a joke. I thought you had some earth-shattering words to say, but it turns out to be this kind of garbage. It is true that this is my first time in Slaughter City, but who says I can't win?"

These words made the provocateur even more embarrassed, his breathing growing heavy.

"You—you really are hateful. Since you're so tough, come inside with me. I want to see how many matches you can last in Slaughter City!"

"No problem!"

Lin Yi nodded in agreement, then followed the man inside.

When they reached the entrance, a woman wearing a lace hat walked out, a ghostly smile playing on her lips.

"Welcome to Slaughter City, newcomer. Are you sure you want to walk in? Once you enter, there is no chance to turn back."

"Enough with the nonsense."

Lin Yi cut off the woman's chatter and summoned his Dragon God Martial Soul.

As soon as this Martial Soul appeared, the surrounding people were shocked and scrambled to clear a path. Even the woman, who was accustomed to all kinds of Soul Master Martial Souls, had a significant change in expression.

"Who—who are you to the Dragon God?"

"I am the successor of the Dragon God. I came here simply to open the God of Slaughter Domain. What, do you intend to refuse?"

"Of course not."

The woman bowed again. "Noble successor, we simply did not expect you to grace Slaughter City with your presence. Since you are willing to endure the slaughter, I naturally will not stop you. Please, follow me inside."

"Mm."

Lin Yi nodded solemnly and followed the woman to the very center of the Slaughter Arena.

At this moment, the people in the stands noticed the commotion and suddenly went wild. Several Soul Douluos, whose levels were just below that of a Titled Douluo, had already rushed in front of Lin Yi.

"How rare, the once-in-a-century Dragon God Martial Soul has actually appeared. It seems we've really struck gold!"

"Stop talking!"

Another man glared at his companion instantly. "Focus on dealing with him. If we can absorb this Martial Soul, our power might increase exponentially. Hurry up and attack!"

Lin Yi smiled indifferently and turned to speak to the woman before him.

"If I hold off ten thousand people alone, can it count as completing one hundred duels in Slaughter City?"

"Hold off ten thousand?"

The woman gasped, her expression turning flustered.

"Noble guest, you must consider the consequences of doing this. If you fail..."

"The word 'failure' does not exist in my dictionary."

As Lin Yi said this, he turned his head toward the King of Slaughter, who was sitting on his throne.

"Noble King of Slaughter, can you grant me this request?"

The King of Slaughter, Tang Chen, stood up, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to be this reckless? Ten thousand people—they could all be experts. Even if you are a successor of a god, I fear you don't have the strength to fight them all in succession!"

"If I don't try, how will I know if I can?"

Lin Yi remained smiling, as if he hadn't encountered any difficulty at all, and spoke dismissively.

"If you are afraid that I will cause too much slaughter, then you can certainly stop me."

"No."

Tang Chen pursed his lips and smiled. "You can certainly do this, and I will not stop you. A talent like you is a once-in-ten-thousand-years occurrence for this Seat. Little brother, may I ask your name?"

"Lin Yi."

Hearing the name, Tang Chen couldn't help but ponder for a moment.

"Perhaps you will break a record in this place and become the new King. However, before that, I will keep my eyes on you. I want to see just how powerful you can become."

"As you wish."

After Lin Yi nodded, he looked back at those who were eager to strike, a curve forming on his lips.

"Weren't you looking to take my Martial Soul? Then come and get it."

In an instant, ten thousand contestants appeared in the arena, their gazes locked firmly onto Lin Yi, and the blades in their hands emitted a faint, bloody stench...