The next day.
"King Asura's hundredth challenge is about to begin!"
As the host of the Hell Slaughter Arena finished speaking, Su Chen slowly walked onto the arena platform.
"King Asura!"
"King Asura!"
"King Asura!"
The Fallen in the spectator stands chanted Su Chen's nickname in unison.
The name King Asura was a symbol of death. After a hundred challenges and the slaughter outside the arena, Su Chen had a feeling that his killing intent was only one step away from taking tangible form.
As long as Su Chen won one more match, he could enter Hell Road and bind that killing intent to his martial soul. Then he would gain an initial measure of control over his own killing intent.
Su Chen walked to the center of the platform.
The platform was built from a strange black stone. Beyond its edges lay a deep abyss filled with lava. Nine pitch-black chains connected the platform to the spectator stands. At the far end of each chain stood a Fallen who was about to stake their life on preventing Su Chen from achieving a hundred consecutive victories.
According to Slaughter City's rules, winning one match only allowed someone to live comfortably in the inner city for one year. In a sense, these Fallen were truly pitiful. They knew perfectly well how terrifying Su Chen was, yet they still had no choice but to step onto the platform and compete.
Of course, according to the Slaughter Arena's rules, anyone who stopped another competitor from achieving a hundred consecutive victories could live in Slaughter City for the rest of their life, with a status second only to the King of Slaughter.
Such an enormous temptation was enough to stir the hearts of Slaughter City's Fallen.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!
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