He faced a situation where there was no escape, either in the sky or underground.
Even with the speed of his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track cultivated to its pinnacle, Tang San would have struggled to evade every attack under this suppression, let alone when his speed alone had already been greatly diminished.
As expected of Slaughter City's nine strongest fighters joining forces. Layer upon layer of deadly intent, without a single flaw or a thread of hope for survival!
This was the most suffocating, most perilous, most extreme death trap Tang San had faced since entering Slaughter City-or even throughout his eight years in purgatory!
"Good..."
A cruel smile curled Tang San's lips.
In the previous ninety-nine matches, he had crushed everything with effortless ease, never once experiencing pressure like this.
At the center of the arena, Tang San raised his head toward the sky. His scarlet pupils, quiet for so long, suddenly erupted with blazing bloody light, like a dying sun breaking from the abyss into the heavens!
"At last, you're somewhat worth fighting..."
The youth murmured softly, his cool voice carrying the bitter killing intent that had lain dormant for so long.
In his previous ninety-nine battles, he had merely vented his savagery. This hundredth match was the true battle to prove his Asura Path!
Hummm!!!
He drove Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to its limit, together with his Purple Demon Eye, and twisted and shifted his body to the utmost!
Even slowed and suppressed by the Titled Douluo Domain, he forcibly found an almost imperceptible thread of survival amid the gaps in the deadly attacks filling the sky!
Boom!
A ten-foot demonic killing blade came crashing down, cleaving a trench dozens of feet deep into the arena's black stone. Shattered rock and bloody froth exploded through the air!