Hell Slaughter Arena
The woman in black veil suddenly stopped, a look of surprise flashing in her charming, amorous eyes.
She has guided countless newcomers to the Slaughter City.
Everyone who comes here for the first time is completely bewildered.
After learning about the Hell Slaughter Arena, they were terrified of it and avoided it at all costs.
But this young man, despite being a first-timer in the Slaughter City, seemed to know his way around and even headed straight for the most dangerous Hell Slaughter Arena.
It was as if this Asura inferno, which struck fear into the hearts of countless outlaws, was nothing more than an ordinary tourist attraction to him.
In fact, that's exactly it.
If Tang San could overcome this in the original story, how could Ning Wen, with the Asura Armor protecting him, possibly fail?
The woman in black veil furrowed her delicate brows slightly. "Young master, do you know what the Hell Slaughter Arena means?"
"Over 90% of the deaths in this Slaughter City city occur there."
"Countless thugs and desperados perished in the arena, and less than one-tenth of them survived."
Are you really sure you want to go?
She simply couldn't understand this boy.
Despite his young age, he possesses extraordinary strength, yet his actions are domineering, ruthless, and illogical, completely unlike a newcomer to this place.
Despite the woman's reminder, Ning Wen remained calm and composed throughout, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever, as if the near-death experiences had no effect on him whatsoever.
"I'm sure, let's go."
Without hesitation or doubt, the word "simple" conveys absolute confidence.
The woman in black veil gave him a deep look, suppressed her doubts, and said no more to dissuade him.
"Since young master has made up his mind, then please come with me."
She moved with graceful steps, leading the Ning Wen through the dark, crisscrossing streets of the outer city, steadily making her way towards the inner city deep within the Slaughter City.
As they ventured deeper into the area, the surrounding environment and atmosphere began to undergo a dramatic transformation.
The outer city of the Slaughter City, apart from being a bit dark, was no different from any other city.
The moment one crosses an invisible boundary and enters the inner city, the scene before one's eyes is abruptly overturned, as if yin and yang have been severed, and two worlds have been separated.
If the outer city was a slum barely surviving, then the inner city was a decadent paradise of extravagance, debauchery, and hedonism.
Here, there is none of the dilapidated mud of the outer city. The streets are smooth and sturdy, and magnificent buildings stand in rows. The lights are no longer the dim and oppressive cold purple-blue of the outer city, but rather a dim red light that is both beautiful and eerie, with light and shadow intermingling.
The entire world was enveloped in a bizarre atmosphere of madness, decadence, and extreme indulgence.
On both sides of the street, unrestrained Soul Master can be seen everywhere.
Some people, covered in blood, drink wildly; others, having just stepped off the battlefield of life and death, turn around and indulge in sensual pleasures and extravagant lifestyles.
Some people have empty, numb eyes, repeatedly sinking into the cycle of killing and pleasure.
The stench of blood, alcohol, cosmetics, and Killing Aura intent Entanglement and permeated every inch of the inner city's air, both pungent and eerie.
Here, humanity seems to be completely stripped away, leaving only the most primal violence, greed, and indulgence.
As they continued their journey, they encountered numerous menacing thugs with menacing auras and bloodshot eyes on the streets!
Their eyes were fierce as they scanned passersby, their gazes concealing a madness that could erupt at any moment.
But when their gaze fell upon the woman in black veil beside Ning Wen, all their ferocity and covetousness vanished.
In the Slaughter City, the identity of a guide is itself an invisible talisman.
No one dares to provoke them; this has been an unspoken rule in the Slaughter City for millennia.
Unless you are confident you can defeat the King of Slaughter.
As a result, the two traveled without hindrance, with countless thugs giving way and daring not to obstruct or spy on them in the slightest.
After passing through layers of extravagant and frenzied streets, a magnificent structure standing in the heart of the inner city, suppressing the evil spirits of the Slaughter City capital, finally came into view.
The massive stone walls are thick and imposing, permeated with a blood-red aura that has lingered for years, and ancient, ferocious patterns Entanglement the entire building.
Above the high-hanging plaque, the blood-red characters are ferocious and eye-catching, the brushstrokes staining the endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood— the Hell Slaughter Arena.
A deafening roar, frenzied screams, the clang of metal on metal, and screams of life and death erupted continuously from inside the building, shaking the surrounding area.
It is the burial ground of countless outlaws, the only way out of the Slaughter City, and Ning Wen's destination.
Only by participating in the Hell Slaughter Arena, winning one hundred consecutive matches, and obtaining the title of "Asura King" can one gain the qualification to open the Hell Road.
Surviving the Hell Road makes you Slaughter God, granting you the Divine Slaughter's Domain.
Only in this way can we leave the Slaughter City.
Ning Wen stood at the entrance, raising his eyes to gaze silently at the magnificent arena filled with endless slaughter.
After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, his expression indifferent, and turned to the veiled woman guiding him. "Alright, you can leave now."
The woman subconsciously looked up and reminded him, "Young master, are you really sure?"
If I leave now, your newcomer protection period will expire immediately.
Her gaze unconsciously swept over the dark corners around her, a hint of seriousness in her eyes.
Under the dim, scarlet lamplight, in the shadows of the streets, in the blind spots of buildings, and in the dark crevices, countless pairs of greedy, bloodthirsty, and sinister eyes lurked.
Countless lurking thugs had already set their sights on the lone newcomer, like a pack of hungry wolves lying in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to pounce and tear their prey apart.