A year and a half later, in Slaughter City's Hell Slaughter Arena.
Slash!
With the sound of a blade slicing through a throat, the final opponent died at Hu Liena's hands.
She had won once again.
This was her one hundredth victory.
Moreover, Yan and Xie Yue had achieved one hundred victories three days earlier and five days later, respectively.
Most importantly, the Dead-Last Trio had not a trace of killing intent about them, as though the thousands of people they had killed during their year and a half in Slaughter City were merely a number.
Nor did they need to drink human blood to suppress the agitation within them, unlike everyone else.
All these traits made them seem entirely out of place in Slaughter City.
Yet no one questioned them over this. Instead, people regarded the three with awe.
After all, in Slaughter City, where Soul Skills could not be used, the Dead-Last Trio's arsenal of Self-Created Soul Skills made their fighting prowess truly terrifying.
Raucous, frenzied cheers filled the entire Hell Slaughter Arena, sending its atmosphere soaring to a fever pitch.
"Young Hell Messenger, congratulations."
As those words fell, the atmosphere in the Hell Slaughter Arena reached a fever pitch, for a blood-red figure was descending from the sky.
"King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter..."
The fallen shouted themselves hoarse, yet showed no intention of stopping.
"Eight-headed bat... pfft. Hello, King of Slaughter."
Hu Liena regarded the man before her indifferently.
This man was the master of Slaughter City, the ruler of the Hell Slaughter Arena-the King of Slaughter.
Hu Liena's expression remained indifferent, but the King of Slaughter suddenly felt a faint ache in his eight remaining heads.
As for the reason, those who knew, knew.
Hovering five meters above the ground, the King