Slaughter Land!

"You need to observe the rules."

"So do you."

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Tang Feng put away the map.

"We'll register together."

"Can't we not be in the same match?"

"We'll stagger our matches."

Only then did Hu Liena lean back against the headboard.

"That's more like it."

The next day.

Hell Slaughter Arena.

Tang Feng finished his first match.

There were no soul skills.

Nor were there any Spirit Rings.

The Destruction Blue Silver Emperor still covered the entire Competition Platform.

None of the nine opponents came within ten meters of him.

Dark Blue Vines pierced through the last man's chest.

Tang Feng withdrew his Martial Soul.

The cheers from the stands did not make him linger.

When he walked out of the passageway, Hu Liena was already waiting outside.

"So fast?"

"A quarter of an hour."

"Were you hurt?"

"No."

She reached out to inspect his sleeve.

A few drops of blood stained the black fabric.

"Not yours?"

"No."

Hu Liena withdrew her hand.

"Next is my turn."

She took two steps, then stopped again.

"Wait for me here."

"Mm."

"You can't leave."

"I won't."

Hu Liena entered the Slaughter Arena.

Tang Feng stood outside the passageway.

Half an hour later, she appeared again.

There was an additional tear in her dark red combat uniform.

Blood ran down her left arm to her fingertips.

Tang Feng walked up to her.

"You're hurt."

"Just a scratch."

"Let's go back and treat it."

Hu Liena looked at the hand he held out.

She placed her hand in his.

"Carry me."

"The injury is on your arm."

"I used up a lot of Soul Power."

Tang Feng glanced at her complexion.

Then he turned around.

Hu Liena climbed onto his back.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Her dark red hair fell against Tang Feng's neck.

"You're really carrying me."

"You said you used up a lot of Soul Power."

"I did use up a lot."

She rested her chin against his shoulder.

"But I can still walk."

Tang Feng did not stop walking.

"Then get down."

Hu Liena immediately tightened her arms around him.

"We're already halfway there."

"Keep carrying me."

Back at their residence.

Tang Feng set her down beside the bed.

Hu Liena removed her outer garment.

Underneath, she wore a fitted black shirt.

A long, narrow wound marked her left arm.

Tang Feng took out the wooden box Ye Lingling had prepared.

"The ointment is on the left."

Hu Liena watched him deftly take out a bottle of medicine.

"Who prepared that for you?"

"Ye Lingling."

"She treats you very well."

"She's a healing-type Spirit Master."

"Do all healing-type Spirit Masters prepare a whole box of medicine for their captain?"

Tang Feng did not answer.

He used clean water to wash away the blood around her wound.

Hu Liena's arm rested in his palm.

When the ointment touched the wound, her fingertips twitched lightly.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's fine."

"Don't move."

"Have you treated other people's wounds like this before?"

"I treated Zhu Zhuqing's injuries before."

Hu Liena looked at his lowered eyes.

"What about Dugu Yan?"

"She knows how to use medicine."

"So only Zhu Zhuqing needed you?"

"At the time."

Tang Feng wrapped the bandage around her arm.

He tightened the knot.

Hu Liena raised her arm and looked at it.

"Now it's my turn."

"Mm."

She stretched out her other hand and grabbed Tang Feng by the collar.

"Come closer."

"Is there still a problem with the wound?"

"I can't see the knot clearly."

Tang Feng leaned closer.

Hu Liena lifted her face.

Only a short distance remained between them.

She glanced at the bandage, then looked at Tang Feng.

"You really did wrap it well."

"Then rest."

Tang Feng prepared to stand.

But Hu Liena did not release his collar.

"Sit for a while."

"There's another match tomorrow."

"That's why you need to rest even more."

She shifted toward the inner side of the bed.

"Sit here."

Tang Feng sat on the edge of the bed.

Hu Liena leaned against his shoulder.

Her dark red hair spread across his arm.

"The first match is over."

"Mm."

"We both survived."

"We will in the future too."

Hu Liena closed her eyes.

"Then I'll sleep for a while."

The days passed one by one.

The tenth match.

Tang Feng used only half a quarter of an hour.

The Destruction Blue Silver Emperor sealed off the entire Competition Platform.

No one could cross the vines.

The fifteenth match.

Hu Liena's short sword pierced the last opponent's heart.

When she walked out of the Slaughter Arena, Tang Feng was already waiting outside with clean water.

"Rinse your mouth first."

Hu Liena took the waterskin.

"Why?"

"There's blood on your face."

She wiped at the corner of her lips.

Her fingertips were stained dark red.

"Not mine."

"I know."

After rinsing her mouth, Hu Liena handed the waterskin back.

Tang Feng took out a handkerchief and wiped the remaining blood from her cheek.

She stood still.

"Is it clean?"

"There's still a little."

His fingertips, separated by the handkerchief, brushed over the corner of her lips.

Hu Liena raised her eyes.

"What about now?"

"Clean."

She did not step back.

"You looked that closely?"

"The blood was obvious."

"Only this?"

"And a small cut."

Tang Feng's finger paused beside her lips.

"Go back and apply some medicine."

Hu Liena gently bit her lower lip.

"As expected, that's the only thing you can think of."

The twentieth match.

Someone ambushed them outside their residence.

Five Spirit Masters charged into the room at once.

Tang Feng had already detected them through the Blue Silver Domain.

Dark Blue Vines pierced through the walls.

None of the five took a single step into the room.

Hu Liena sat up from the bed.

She wore a loose dark-red robe, her hair spilling over her shoulders.

"Is it over?"

"Yes."

"You didn't wake me."

"There was no need."

Tang Feng withdrew the vines and shut the door.

Hu Liena lifted the blanket.

"Come here."

"What for?"

"There's blood outside."

"It's already been cleaned up."

"I don't want to sleep in that bed tonight."

She raised a hand and patted the space beside her.

Tang Feng glanced at the other bed.

There really was a large patch of blood left on the ground outside the window.

He walked to Hu Liena's bedside.

"Move inward."

Hu Liena made room for him.

The two lay down side by side.

She turned onto her side and moved closer to Tang Feng.

"You can't go out alone while I'm asleep anymore."

"I didn't go out."

"You can't deal with people outside either."

"They approached the room."

"Then wake me up first."

Tang Feng looked at her.

"You need rest."

"So do you."

Hu Liena placed her palm against his chest.

"You didn't come here to train alone."

"I know."

"Then remember that."

She closed her eyes.

Yet her hand did not withdraw.

The twenty-fifth match.

Hu Liena was besieged by three Agility-Type Spirit Masters.

A blade cut a wound along her waist.

After the match ended, she supported herself against the wall as she walked out of the passage.

Tang Feng immediately stepped forward.

"Where are you hurt?"

"My waist."

"Can you walk?"

"No."

Tang Feng picked her up.

Hu Liena wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Not carrying me on your back this time?"

"Your waist is injured. It can't be pressed against anything."

She looked at his profile so close before her.

"You've thought it through carefully."

"Let's go back first."

Inside the stone building.

Hu Liena sat by the bed.

She raised her hand and unfastened the belt at her waist.

Her dark-red outer robe fell open to the side, revealing a black undershirt.

The wound was on her waist.

Blood had already soaked through a small patch of fabric.

Tang Feng crouched before her.

"You need to pull your clothes up."

Hu Liena lowered her gaze to him.

"You pull them."

"You can do it yourself."

"My hands have no strength."

Tang Feng reached out and grasped the hem.

He pulled the black undershirt up slightly.

A stretch of fair waist was revealed.

The blade mark ran backward along her waistline.

Hu Liena's abdomen tightened slightly.

"Can you see it clearly?"

"The wound isn't deep."

"Then why are you still looking?"

"It needs to be cleaned."

Tang Feng took out some water.

A damp cloth brushed along the edge of the wound.

Hu Liena raised a hand and pressed it against his shoulder.

"More gently."

Tang Feng slowed his movements.

Ointment covered the wound.

He took out a bandage and wrapped it around her waist.

Hu Liena raised both arms.

The bandage wound around her slender waist, layer after layer.

Tang Feng stood very close.

When she lowered her head, she could see the tips of his hair.

"How many times are you going to wrap it?"

"Three."

"It's already four."

Tang Feng stopped.

"One extra."

Hu Liena pressed her lips together.

"You make mistakes too?"

"I was looking at the wound just now."

"Not looking at something else?"

"No."

Tang Feng retied the knot.

Hu Liena lowered her clothes.

She suddenly reached out and hugged his waist.

Tang Feng paused beside the bed.

"What is it?"

"I used too much Soul Power."

"Lie down and rest."

"I'll hug you for a while."

Her face pressed against Tang Feng's waist.

Her dark-red hair spilled over the front of him.

"I almost got stabbed by that blade today."

"You avoided it."

"What if I hadn't?"

"I would have gone to the Competition Platform."

Hu Liena raised her face.

"The Slaughter Arena doesn't allow outsiders inside."

"I would get in."

She looked at Tang Feng for a long time.

"You said you can't use spirit abilities."

"The vines can still break through the stone doors."

Hu Liena released her arms.

"I knew you'd be like this."

Tang Feng held her shoulders.

"Lie down."

She leaned back against the headboard under his guidance.

"Stay with me."

"Okay."

The thirtieth match.

Tang Feng's name had already spread throughout the inner city.

The people in the Slaughter Arena called him the Blue Silver Asura.

No one was willing to stand on the same Competition Platform as him.

Yet registration could not be refused.

Whenever the Destruction Blue Silver Emperor rose, the match ended swiftly.

The thirty-fifth match.

Hu Liena had gained a title of her own as well.

Demon Fox.

She no longer relied solely on Charm.

Her short sword, footwork, and close-range combat were all improving rapidly.

Every day, Tang Feng would break down her movements from the matches.

Inside the stone building.

Hu Liena gripped her short sword and thrust from Tang Feng's right.

Dark Blue Vines blocked the blade.

She immediately changed direction.

Her waist twisted.

Her long leg swept toward Tang Feng's shoulder.

Tang Feng raised a hand and pressed down on her calf.

Hu Liena lost her balance.

She leaned forward with the motion.

Her hands landed on Tang Feng's shoulders.

They fell onto the bed at the same time.

Tang Feng lay on the outer side.

Hu Liena was pressed against him.

Her long dark-red hair fell over her shoulder, hiding their faces behind its strands.

She did not get up immediately.

"This time, I win."

"Your dagger was locked down by the vines."

"But I've already pinned you."

"Without a weapon."

Hu Liena looked at him.

"I still have other methods."

"What method?"

She slowly lowered her face.

Their noses were almost touching.

Tang Feng did not avoid her.

Hu Liena paused for a moment.

Her lips lightly brushed Tang Feng's cheek.

Then she immediately pushed herself upright.

"Like this."

Tang Feng looked at her.

"You didn't use that during the match."

"Who said it was a match?"

Hu Liena climbed off him.

She sat at the edge of the bed and tied up her long hair again.

A faint flush remained by her ears.

"Today's training is over."

"Your footwork still needs practice."

"We'll train again tomorrow."

"It's still early."

Hu Liena turned around and pressed a hand to Tang Feng's shoulder.

"I said it's over."

Tang Feng glanced at her reddened ear.

"Alright."

The fortieth match.

After the match ended.

More than a dozen Spirit Masters ambushed Tang Feng outside the Slaughter Arena.

They had not waited for Tang Feng's Soul Power to run dry.

Dark Blue Vines pierced through the ground.

Blood slowly ran down the stone steps.

When Hu Liena arrived, Tang Feng was standing in the middle of the passage.

There was a wound on his left arm.

"You're hurt."

"Just a scrape."

Hu Liena walked up to him.

She grabbed Tang Feng's arm and examined his torn sleeve.

"This isn't a scrape."

"The bone wasn't hurt."

"Come back with me."

She pulled Tang Feng away from the Slaughter Arena.

After returning to the room, Hu Liena placed a wooden box beside the bed.

"Sit down."

Tang Feng sat on the edge of the bed.

She undid his cuff.

The wound stretched from his shoulder down his arm, and the blood had already congealed.

Hu Liena used clean water to wash away the blood bit by bit.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's alright."

"You answer like that every time."

"It really is alright."

She raised her eyes to look at him.

"Why didn't you notice them beforehand today?"

"The match drained my mental strength."

"You didn't wait for me."

"Your match hadn't ended yet."

"Then you should have stayed inside."

Hu Liena applied ointment to his wound.

"I would have gone to find you after I came out."

"You will next time."

She picked up the bandage and wrapped it around Tang Feng's arm.

Her movements were not as practiced as Tang Feng's.

She tied the knot twice, but it still came loose.

Tang Feng raised his right hand.

"I'll do it."

Hu Liena slapped his hand away.

"Don't move."

"The knot is loose."

"I know."

She wrapped the bandage again.

This time, the knot was finally secure.

Hu Liena lowered her head and checked it over once.

"Done."

"It's a little crooked."

"Don't say that."

"It really is crooked."

She raised a hand and covered Tang Feng's mouth.

"Don't say it."

Tang Feng looked at her.

Hu Liena's palm rested against his lips.

After a moment, she slowly withdrew her hand.

Her fingertips brushed past the corner of his lips.

"Even if it's crooked, you can't take it off."

"Why?"

"This is the first time I've bandaged you."

She put away the medicine box.

"It has to stay on until tomorrow."

That night.

Tang Feng prepared to meditate.

Hu Liena directly lifted the corner of the blanket.

"Lie down."

"The wound won't affect my cultivation."

"I know."

"Then why?"

"You were hurt today."

She patted the outer side of the bed.

"I'll keep watch over you."

Tang Feng lay down beside her.

Hu Liena turned onto her side.

She placed Tang Feng's injured left arm between them.

"Don't press on it."

"Mm."

"And don't move around."

"Got it."

Hu Liena moved a little closer.

Her fingers rested on the edge of the bandage.

"Tang Feng."

"Mm?"

"When I saw the blood on you today, I thought the wound was deep."

"It wasn't."

"I know it wasn't."

Her fingertips trailed down the bandage before finally clasping Tang Feng's hand.

"But I was very worried then."

Tang Feng looked at their clasped hands.

"It won't happen again."

"You can't guarantee you won't get hurt."

"I'll wait for you first."

Hu Liena did not let go.

"And let me treat your wounds."

"Alright."

"You can't only let Ye Lingling and Zhu Zhuqing treat them."

"They aren't here."

"It'll be the same in the future."

Tang Feng looked at her.

"Alright."

Hu Liena shifted forward a little.

Her forehead rested against his shoulder.

"Sleep."

The forty-fifth match.

Their winning streak continued.

Within Slaughter City, few people still dared to approach where they lived.

Tang Feng no longer competed every day.

Hu Liena also began controlling the intervals between matches.

They needed to adapt to the ever-growing killing intent.

Every time they returned from the arena, Tang Feng would use the Blue Silver Domain to calm their minds.

Blue-gold blades of grass spread across the room.

The aura of life diluted the smell of blood.

Hu Liena sat at the edge of the bed.

She stepped barefoot on the Blue-Gold Grass.

The grass curled around her fair ankles without tightening.

"Your Life Blue Silver Emperor really likes being near me."

"It's clearing away the killing intent on you."