Overwhelming Slaughter

"Heh, kid, you don't actually want to fight me, do you?"

The burly man who had been targeted by Wang Feng smiled Lingling as Wang Feng approached.

Then a large iron hammer appeared in his hand, and with a loud bang, a small crater was smashed into the ground.

This shows that the hammer is indeed exceptionally heavy.

"It's him, the Iron Hammer Madman who won fourteen matches in the Killing Arena. I heard his Iron Hammer Martial Soul is comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer."

"Comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer? That's just bragging."

"What's with the boasting? In my opinion, the Clear Sky Hammer is a hammer, and the Iron Hammer is also a hammer. Apart from the difference in the quality of the Spirit Ring, there's basically no difference between them; they're both just hammers."

"After hearing your analysis, I find it quite reasonable."

"Exactly! They're both hammers, what's the difference?"

"Hmm, but this newbie who just joined dares to provoke Iron Hammer Madman, he's really courting death."

The surrounding crowd watched Wang Feng, who had provoked the Iron Hammer Madman, with murmurs and expressions that seemed to foresee Wang Feng's eventual bloodshed.

The gothic-style woman didn't say anything more; after all, she had said what she needed to say.

When Wang Feng approached the burly man, he didn't attack immediately but instead curiously sized him up.

He overheard the conversations around him and was quite curious about the Iron Hammer Madman's hammer.

"Iron Hammer Madman, is that you? Is your iron hammer really comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer?" Wang Feng asked jokingly.

"Hmph, you fool who doesn't know what's good for you. Let me tell you, even the Clear Sky Hammer will be shattered to pieces under my iron hammer." The burly man sneered and then looked at Wang Feng with a cold smile.

"Really? Then I'll have to test if your hammer is really that powerful."

"Since you're looking for death, then I'll grant your wish."

Before you could even utter the word "you, "the Iron Hammer Madman, disregarding all martial ethics, struck first.

There are no rules in this Slaughter City; killing and being killed are commonplace.

People around watched with great interest as Iron Hammer Madman and the newcomer Wang Feng got into a fight.

Whew~

The enormous iron hammer came hurtling down, seemingly carrying the force of a thousand pounds, heading straight for Wang Feng.

Buzz~

Wang Feng stood still, undaunted. A wisp of Soul Power spun rapidly in his hand, eventually forming a spiral sphere crackling with black lightning.

Those watching nearby assumed Wang Feng was too terrified to move and began to sneer.

When the gothic-style woman saw that the rapidly spinning Soul Power ball in Wang Feng's hand was also surrounded by flashing black lightning, she seemed to already know the outcome.

Just as the hammer was about to strike, Wang Feng murmured, "Thunder... Spiral Bullet."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurled Spiral Bullet crackling with black lightning at the iron hammer in front of him.

Boom!

A deafening roar resounded.

Click click!!

The hammer shattered instantly, and with a loud bang, a figure was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground.

"I must say, this iron hammer is quite hard, comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer."

Wang Feng said calmly, walked up to the Iron Hammer Madman, condensed his Soul Power at his fingertips, and a Green Light flashed out.

With a loud thud, the Iron Hammer Madman Maniac's head was pierced through, and he was dead beyond any doubt.

Wang Feng picked up his spoils, approached the gothic-style woman, and said calmly, "You can go now."

"Please follow me." The gothic-style woman smiled and turned to walk towards the Killing Arena.

When the onlookers saw Wang Feng approaching and then looked at the man with the blown-out Iron Hammer Madman, they all made way for him.

The registration process went smoothly, and the next battle in the Killing Arena was Wang Feng's.

Wang Feng was familiar with the rules of the Killing Arena: only one person can survive a match out of ten. The winner can absorb the Soul Power Soul Power the other six to increase their own. However, as far as Wang Feng knew, the Soul Power of the other nine people was mostly absorbed by the Killing Arena, and the winner could absorb very little Soul Power.

According to Wang Feng's speculation, the Soul Power absorbed by the Killing Arena ultimately went there, probably absorbed by the Killing King, the ruler of the Slaughter City, to restore his strength.

There is only one way to enter Hell Road through the Killing Arena: complete one hundred Killing Arena.

As far as Wang Feng knows, there are only two or three people who can actually complete one hundred Killing Arena.

The battle in the Killing Arena started faster than Wang Feng had imagined, and soon it was his turn.

Stepping onto the Killing Arena, he glanced at the other nine people. Perhaps it was due to the influence of the Slaughter City, but five of the nine were bald, burly men, each wielding either a hammer or a large knife, with at least one or two weapons in their hands.

"The killing... begin." At that moment, the staff member gave the order, and the remaining nine people began searching for their targets.

Wang Feng, as a newcomer, was the first to be approached, and he wasn't approached by just one person.

"Kid, I heard you killed Iron Hammer Madman, not bad, huh? But today you've met me, the Furnace Master, so this ends here."

The cold-faced man looked at Wang Feng and sneered. Then, he suddenly released his Martial Soul, and an iron furnace burning with raging flames appeared in his hand.

Aside from banning Soul Skill, the Slaughter City does not prohibit anything else.

Weapons, Hidden Weapon, Martial Soul —all can be used.

"The Furnace Master, isn't he the self-proclaimed nemesis of the Iron Hammer Madman?"

"No, he seems to claim to be the nemesis of all weapon Martial Soul."

"I heard he's already won over thirty matches; this newcomer's chances are slim."

The murmurs around the Killing Arena reached Wang Feng's ears, Wang Feng looked at the man with the Furnace Martial Soul with great interest.

To be honest, if this man with the Furnace Martial Soul were to grow up, Martial Soul like the Clear Sky Hammer and the Seven Kill Sword might not stand a chance against him.

However, he didn't have that opportunity.

The man with the Furnace Martial Soul unleashed his Martial Soul and attacked Wang Feng.

As soon as the Furnace Martial Soul appeared, a raging fire ignited, and with a flick of its hand, it was about to descend from the sky and engulf Wang Feng in the furnace, burning and refining him into a pool of blood.

Unfortunately, the man with the Furnace Martial Soul was only Soul King, making him like an ant in front of Wang Feng.

Call out!

A Green Light flashed on Wang Feng's body, and he instantly disappeared from the area covered by the furnace, appearing in front of the man with the Furnace Martial Soul.

"You can go die now."

A chilling voice rang out, and Wang Feng's Green Light, now tinged with black lightning, struck precisely at the heart of the man with the Furnace Martial Soul.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, the furnace vanished, and a figure shot out, crashing to the ground with a thud.

Then, his Soul Power flowed continuously down into the Killing Arena, with some of it flowing into Wang Feng.

This change startled the onlookers, and everyone in the Killing Arena stopped and looked at Wang Feng.

They knew the strength of the man with the Furnace Martial Soul, and now that this newcomer could easily kill him, the eight of them turned their Furnace Martial Soul to Wang Feng without hesitation.

"Go, kill him first."

"Wild Wind Dance."

"Massacre All Around."

Wang Feng sneered as he saw the remaining eight men attacking him.

"Perfect, saves me the trouble of dealing with them one by one."

Buzz~

A flash of Green Light appeared, and then a long sword gradually materialized in Wang Feng's hand.

"What's going on? Why can he use Soul Skill? Isn't Soul Skill banned in the Slaughter City?"

"Soul Skill are indeed banned in the Slaughter City, but Self-Created Soul Skill is allowed."

"Self-Created Soul Skill."

Upon seeing the sword that Wang Feng had conjured, the spectators were astonished and began to discuss it amongst themselves.

The gothic-style woman on the sidelines smiled calmly after seeing Wang Feng use his Self-Created Soul Skill.

Wang Feng stared at the eight people attacking him, twirling his longsword in a flourish. Then, holding his breath and concentrating, he opened his eyes the instant the eight attacks arrived, a sharp aura emanating from them, while a bright, cold light converged on his longsword.

"Dark Night's Murderous Light. Slash."

As soon as the word "slash" was uttered, a green arc-shaped slash that cut through the darkness was unleashed from the longsword in Wang Feng's hand.

"What's this!"

"Damn it, I can't move."

"This"

The eight attackers' expressions changed drastically the moment the arc-shaped slash came flying towards them. They seemed to be stared at by the Grim Reaper, their bodies stiff and unable to move.

Puff!!

Puff!!

Blood splattered across the Killing Arena, and the onlookers stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the eight frozen figures.

Thump!!!

The next second, eight corpses collapsed with a thud, utterly dead.

"Is this for real?"

"Such a powerful attack... it killed eight people in one go..."

Is he really a newcomer?

While the audience gasped in amazement, the gothic-style woman was also somewhat surprised by Wang Feng's strength.

His Self-Created Soul Skill and powerful slashes all prove his extraordinary nature.

"It seems the Slaughter City be stirred up," the gothic-style woman chuckled.

At this moment, Wang Feng felt a little strange as he sensed the Soul Power transmitted to him from the Killing Arena.

This Soul Power seemed to have been purified; it was extremely pure, and as soon as it flowed into his body, it greatly increased his strength.

One thing that annoyed Wang Feng was that he couldn't resist the Killing Arena converging its Soul Power onto him.

As he stepped off the Killing Arena, the gothic-style woman approached him. "Mister Three-Five-One-Five, I've arranged a place for you to stay. Please follow me."

"Okay." Wang Feng didn't refuse and followed the gothic-style woman.

If he were to participate in one of the hundred killing matches every day, he would have to stay in the Slaughter City for at least three months. And sometimes, if there were no matches, he would have to stay even longer.

A place for rest and cultivation is naturally necessary.

Soon, under the arrangement of the gothic-style woman, Wang Feng checked into a nice hotel.

After explaining some things to Wang Feng, the woman with the gothic style left the hotel.

After resting for a while, Wang Feng went to explore the inner city.

At that moment, a tall building came into Wang Feng's view.

That is the domain of the Killing King.

The Killing King generally does not appear unless there are special circumstances or when passing through the Killing Arena.

Wang Feng needs the right opportunity and time to understand the Killing King.

After strolling around the inner city for a while, Wang Feng returned to the hotel to cultivate.

He's already level 68, and these few months in the Slaughter City have been enough for him to cultivate and improve his strength. Moreover, with the pure Soul Power feedback from the Killing Arena, reaching level 70 wouldn't be a problem for him.

Nothing happened that night, and by noon the next day, Wang Feng arrived at the Killing Arena to register for the competition.

The news of Wang Feng One-Slash Kill yesterday had already spread Slaughter City.

Now that Wang Feng has come to register, some timid participants are terrified.

The other desperados, however, paid no attention and even threatened to take Wang Feng's life.