Tang San's Battle

"Nine-Headed Bat King."

Tang San stared at him and gritted his teeth as he revealed the other party's identity.

The Bat King took two steps forward, glanced disdainfully at the corpse on the ground, then fixed his gaze on Tang San's bloated, ridiculous appearance and let out a cold sneer.

"Using farts to blind your enemy, then biting through their throat like a wild dog. Is that the survival method you're so proud of?"

"I deliberately let this old man enter the city to find you because I wanted to see what potential this vessel of yours could unleash when driven into a corner. Yet you would rather wear this disgusting face and serve tea to a bunch of trash in a tavern, enduring beatings and insults, than step into the Slaughter Arena even once."

"How I live and how I build up my strength are my own business."

Tang San glared at him coldly, quietly reaching toward the few scraps of useless iron left in his clothes.

"In the Capital of Slaughter, I decide how you live."

The Bat King paid no attention to Tang San's little movement.

It suddenly unleashed an immense, blood-soaked killing pressure.

Bang!

Under that terrifying pressure, neither Tang San nor Yu Xiaogang had any room to resist. Their knees buckled, and they crashed heavily onto the ground, which was covered in bloodstains and filthy water.

"I have no patience to watch you play this game of lying low and biding your time, nor am I interested in watching you save up a few lousy coins to forge some worthless scraps of metal."

The Bat King walked up to Yu Xiaogang and planted its massive foot directly on Yu Xiaogang's right forearm.

Crack!

Accompanied by a crisp snap of bone, Yu Xiaogang let out a