Bald Strong Enters the Competition

"What?!"

Scott's eyes filled with disbelief as he prepared to strike back.

"Pfft..."

Before Scott could retaliate, Fat Wave slashed his claws across Scott's throat, and Scott collapsed weakly to the ground.

Qin Feng walked over, took a token from Scott's chest, and then continued onward with the others.

After Qin Feng and the others left, a man in black suddenly appeared beside Scott. He looked down at him coldly, a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

Qin Feng and the others reached a bridge. Just as they were about to continue forward, a cloud of red mist suddenly swept toward them.

"What's going on?"

Bald Strong cautiously watched his surroundings. Without soul skills, he had no choice but to be careful. Fat Wave and King Gigi also looked doubtfully at the red mist around them.

"Don't worry."

Unlike the others, Qin Feng had no concerns at all, because this was the guide.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Footsteps approached, and Qin Feng's group looked ahead to see a figure walking toward them.

"Welcome to Slaughter City."

The woman in black spoke and walked inward, while Qin Feng and the others followed her.

"For twelve hours, you will be under newcomer protection. I will answer any questions you may have."

The woman in black spoke from ahead without looking back.

"Where is the Slaughter King?"

Qin Feng asked directly without hesitation. He had come here to kill Tang Chen. He had no need for the Slaughter Domain, nor did he need to pass Hell Road.

"That is not something you should be asking." The woman in black turned and gave Qin Feng a cold glance.

"Didn't you say I could ask anything?"

Qin Feng was speechless. What kind of person was she? She had said he could ask anything, yet now she would not let him ask.

Hearing that, the woman in black said nothing, and Qin Feng could only continue following her forward.

"Ding, mission issued: Kill the Slaughter King, Tang Chen."

"Upon completion, the host will be rewarded with one summoning opportunity."

The system's mechanical voice rang out in Qin Feng's mind, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Hell Road, Yellow Springs Road—none who enter return."

"More newcomers?"

"Kill him, and there'll be more Yellow Springs Dew to drink."

At that moment, hoarse voices sounded from all around. Qin Feng smiled when he heard them. Offending others might not be a problem, but he was not so easy to kill.

More than a dozen pale-faced people stepped out from the darkness. Their eyes were fixed firmly on Qin Feng and the others.

"What kind of people are they?"

Bald Strong showed a hint of interest as he looked at them. He sensed a deathly aura on them that did not belong to them.

"They are nothing more than fallen ones barely clinging to life."

Qin Feng shook his head. People like them would likely spend their entire lives here.

The woman in black was somewhat puzzled by Qin Feng's words. Why did a newcomer know so much? Could he be...

"Back off!"

The woman in black shouted. The fallen ones revealed a trace of fear in their eyes upon hearing her voice, then fled in all directions.

Qin Feng and the others then continued onward with the woman in black.

"Up ahead is the Hell Slaughter Arena."

The woman in black pointed at the circular building ahead. The sounds from inside had already reached Qin Feng's ears.

"Enter."

With that, the woman in black led Qin Feng and the others inside.

"You only need to achieve one hundred victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena before you can challenge Hell Road. If you succeed, you will receive the title of Slaughter God."

As they walked, the woman in black explained this to Qin Feng, completely failing to notice the disdain on his face.

"Across the entire continent, those who have earned the title of Slaughter God are extremely few."

"At present, only three people have earned the title of Slaughter God. One is Tang Hao, the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent."

"Another is Bibi Dong, the current Pope of Spirit Hall. The last is our Slaughter King."

The woman in black spoke with pride.

"So what if one becomes a Slaughter God? In the end, they still cannot escape death."

Qin Feng shook his head disdainfully. It was not as if Tang Hao had escaped death after earning the title of Slaughter God. Had he not still died by Qin Feng's hand?

The woman in black looked confused when she heard that. Dead? Who had died?

"Stop looking like that. Don't you know Tang Hao is dead?"

Seeing the confusion on her face, Qin Feng explained so she would not think he was lying.

"What?!"

The woman in black's face was filled with shock. When had that happened? How had she not known?

"Didn't expect that, did you?"

Qin Feng smiled. By then, they had already arrived inside the Hell Slaughter Arena, so he did not explain further.

"Kill him!"

As soon as he entered, Qin Feng heard that shout and looked over in surprise. A man was wildly hammering another person with a hammer.

The man wielding the hammer wore a crazed expression, while the man being beaten was covered in blood.

"Congratulations to 5324 for obtaining victory."

Hearing this voice, the man looked utterly arrogant. He raised both hands high, his foot planted on the dead man beneath him.

"The Hell Slaughter Arena does not care whether you live or die. It only cares who wins."

The woman in black showed no expression as she watched, as if she had long grown accustomed to such people.

Qin Feng showed no expression after hearing her words. He walked to the spectator stands and looked down at the arrogant man.

"Bald Strong, you go."

"Register him."

With that, Qin Feng sat down in the spectator stands and quietly looked below.

"Fine."

The woman in black also wanted to see what Qin Feng was capable of, so she quickly went to register Bald Strong.

"Here."

Before long, the woman in black ran back and handed Qin Feng a token. The number 10086 was written on it.

"Hiss! Was this luck?"

Qin Feng looked at the number on the token, somewhat puzzled.

"Here."

Qin Feng tossed the token to Bald Strong. Bald Strong looked down at it, his expression turning strange. 10086? Still, he said nothing and merely assumed he was lucky.

"The next match: 10086 versus 5324."

Hearing his number called, Bald Strong leaped down from the spectator stands. Contestant 5324 revealed a bloodthirsty expression when he saw Bald Strong.

"A newcomer?"

5324 smiled. Was this not a gift to extend his winning streak?

Bald Strong said nothing. A sniper rifle appeared in his hand. He could not use Soul Rings, but his bullets were made of soul power!

"Kid, you're unlucky to have run into me."

5324 gripped his hammer and looked at Bald Strong before charging forward.

"Don't boast too soon."

Bald Strong raised his sniper rifle and aimed at 5324.

Bang!

5324 fell to the ground, a bloody hole appearing between his brows.

"Let us... congratulate 10086 on his victory."

Even the referee looked utterly incredulous.

"What?! Who is that? He actually killed 5324, who had nineteen consecutive victories?"

The spectator stands erupted in jeers, followed by applause.