Dugu Feng had another thought he had not voiced. Since he had predicted that the Slaughter King was about to make a move, the time to lay his cards on the table with the Slaughter King was drawing near.
Why should he fear being discovered by the Slaughter King?
"We've been in Slaughter City long enough, and we've made enough preparations. It's time to quickly reach a hundred victories!
From sixty victories to a hundred, strength is only one aspect. The most important thing is playing chess with the Slaughter King, the one moving the pieces."
Dugu Feng's expression was grave. He had long since thought many things through.
Several days later.
Outside the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Tang Cheng had just finished a match, bringing his winning streak to eighty-five victories.
He walked out with an indifferent expression. The match had caused him no trouble at all.
The other nine had collapsed at the first blow, all smashed to pulp by his Clear Sky Hammer.
He had long grown accustomed to such scenes.
Just fifteen more matches, and he would reach a hundred victories. Then, like his idol, he could challenge the Hell Road.
Tang Cheng was filled with excitement.
No one in Slaughter City was his match anymore.
He was deeply dissatisfied. The arena arranged his matches far too slowly.
A long time passed before each match.
Otherwise, he would have reached a hundred victories long ago.
Tang Cheng walked along the street when he suddenly stopped, his eyes shifting from side to side.
He spun around and immediately retreated.
Bang! Bang!
Over a hundred people surged out from the entrance of the arena, completely blocking the doorway.
These people had originally been watching the match. After Tang Cheng left, they had silently risen and followed him out.
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