Time passed, and half a year quietly slipped by in the blink of an eye.
Nothing seemed to have changed in Slaughter City. Slaughter and bloodshed continued to play out day after day; only the faces wallowing in them had changed.
Over those six months, Lin Yang and Xiao Wu had each won forty-five matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena, bringing them close to the halfway mark.
Such a terrifying record was as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns even in all of Slaughter City, let alone for two people.
As their fearsome reputations grew, Lin Yang and Xiao Wu earned the nicknames "Skull-Splitting Envoy" and "Skull-Shattering Envoy," respectively.
As the old saying went: a name might be wrong, but a nickname never was.
Their performances in the Hell Slaughter Arena truly lived up to those two titles.
Their sharp brilliance naturally drew the King of Slaughter's attention as well, and he sent an envoy to recruit them into his Guard Army.
But Lin Yang naturally rejected the invitation without hesitation.
To prevent the King of Slaughter from playing dirty behind their backs, Lin Yang and Xiao Wu always took turns competing, never entering the arena on the same day.
But when a tree towered above the forest, the wind was sure to batter it.
Faced with their increasingly terrifying records, some people naturally had no wish to see them continue to grow.
Everyone was rolling around in the same mud pit, yet these two alone emerged from the mire unstained?
Wasn't that like a ball of cotton popping out of a filthy gutter?
Thus, when Lin Yang and Xiao Wu both passed forty victories, over a hundred fallen gathered at the entrance to the Hell Slaughter Arena, secretly egged on by certain people, and surrounded the pair to