A pack of clay chickens and straw dogs, yet they dare threaten This Seat?
"You think I'm afraid?"
Ning Wen calmly countered with a question.
They completely disregarded the lurking danger all around them.
[A bunch of worthless scoundrels, how dare they threaten This Seat?]
[Perfect for using this bunch of trash as practice material and to collect enough entry passes!]
Upon hearing the Voice Pack, Ning Wen immediately realized what it meant.
To participate in the Hell Slaughter Arena, you need a Bloody Mary.
And this so-called Bloody Mary is made of human blood.
Immediately, Ning Wen's gaze fell on a short man not far away whose killing intent was most obvious.
And this short man was undoubtedly his ticket.
Ning Wen raised his hand and waved it, and a burst of crimson energy instantly erupted from his palm, heading straight for the man's throat!
The moment the crimson energy pierced the air, the air itself seemed to be torn apart by this fierce killing intent, emitting a sharp whistling sound!
The short, thuggish thug was hiding in the shadows, watching Ning Wen, the lone newcomer.
As soon as the guide leaves, he will immediately strike and snatch the prey that has been delivered to his doorstep.
He never expected that before he could even make a move, his prey would strike first!
"What?!"
The short man's pupils suddenly contracted, filled with shock and anger, and his Soul Power surged wildly within him.
But Ning Wen's attack was already brewing, and with the added power of the Asura Armor, its force was domineering and condensed, making it impossible for him to withstand.
Bang!
The crimson energy crashed into his protective Soul Power, and the thin Soul Power shield shattered instantly, like a piece of paper!
Its momentum remained undiminished, penetrating straight through and precisely sealing his throat.
The short man's eyes were wide open, a muffled sound came from his throat, and he futilely covered his neck with his hands.
His eyes were filled with disbelief and horror. He staggered back two steps before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
Clean, swift, and fatal.
There weren't even any unnecessary movements throughout the entire process.
Ning Wen's eyes remained completely unmoved, as if he had merely dealt with an ant he didn't like.
He calmly walked to the corpse, took out a porcelain bottle from his Soul Tool, and put some of the strong man's blood into it.
Upon witnessing this scene, the woman in black veil could no longer conceal the surprise and disbelief in her alluring peach blossom eyes.
She wasn't surprised by Ning Wen's strength.
But to her surprise, Ning Wen was so ruthless and decisive.
Without saying a word, he took someone's life.
More depraved than the fallen!
Moreover, she still didn't mention the requirements for entering the Hell Slaughter Arena, so how did he know?
Could this young man know someone who came from the Slaughter City?
In the past century, only two people have made it through Hell Road and come out alive.
A flicker of fear crossed the woman's eyes as she thought of that woman and that man.
Ning Wen carefully put away the porcelain bottle, then turned and walked to her. "Is this enough?"
"That's enough, of course."
With this thought in mind, a complex look appeared in the eyes of the woman in black gauze as she looked at Ning Wen.
Ning Wen nodded and said no more.
He walked straight through the passage and smoothly entered the Hell Slaughter Arena that countless thugs feared, heading directly to the registration area to register for the competition.
The interior of the Hell Slaughter Arena is far more vast and sinister than it appears from the outside.
The entire arena was open and unshaded, without any barriers or barriers. All around were layers of black stone stands that stretched upwards in a ring, the rough, hard rocks soaked with blood and grime from years of fighting.
In the center was a giant stone open space with a diameter of over 100 zhang (approximately 33 meters).
Roars, panting, snarling, and growls mingled together, pressing heavily over the entire space.
The fighting continued unabated, with piercing screams echoing throughout the arena.
Of the original ten who participated in the battle, seven have now fallen, their cold corpses scattered haphazardly on the blood-stained stone ground.
Only three wounded men remained, fighting desperately.
As Ning Wen approached the entrance gate, the bottle containing his essence blood was taken by a staff member, who poured the fresh, warm, bloody liquid into a huge, dark bronze container inside the venue.
The person in charge of verification was a bald, burly man with a blank expression. He glanced at Ning Wen and said in a hoarse voice, "We need to gather ten people. Someone will contact you later."
Ning Wen nodded, his gaze falling on the three thugs locked in combat in the arena.
All three were dressed in tattered clothes, their bodies riddled with wounds, and blood was constantly flowing down their skin.
One of them had his left arm twisted unnaturally, clearly broken, yet he still swung a short dagger wildly at his opponent, his eyes bloodshot.
The sounds of clashing weapons, beastly roars, and the muffled thuds of tearing wounds echoed continuously.
The scattered spectators in the stands cheered and roared, simply enjoying the thrill of the battle.
[They're nothing but pathetic worms trapped in a cage, tearing each other apart.]
Ning Wen ignored the voice in his mind, found a secluded, shady spot, and walked over, calmly surveying the entire arena.
A short while later, a piercing wail rang out in the arena.
The assailant, whose arm had been severed, had his chest and abdomen pierced by a sharp blade. He collapsed heavily to his knees in a pool of blood, struggled a couple of times, and then lay still.
Now, only two people remain.
The remaining two remained wary of each other, slowly circling. Their Soul Power was mostly depleted, their auras chaotic, and each attack was a desperate, mad struggle. After a while longer, one of them seized an opening and ripped open his opponent's throat.
Blood gushed out, and the last contestant collapsed to the ground.
After a brief silence, scattered cheers erupted from the stands.
I waited for about an hour.
Ning Wen only managed to gather ten players for this match.
And so, a new round of killings began.
The rules are simple: only one out of ten people can survive.