Slaughter City, Hell Slaughter Arena.
After a full year of slaughter, A'Dai and Hu Liena had each claimed their 50th and 51st victories, and their opponents had gone from Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors to the current Soul Kings and even Soul Emperors.
Their powerful showings had also earned them the names Nether King and Hell Messenger among Slaughter City's Fallen Ones, but although their reputations were great, they still did not rank first in Slaughter City.
The Source of Plague, Tang San, had already claimed his 63rd victory. His impossible-to-guard-against poison-tempered Hidden Weapons, along with his all-direction, no-blind-spot Universe Fart, had left the Fallen Ones terrified at the mere mention of him.
Over this past year, Tang San had also learned of A'Dai and Hu Liena's existence. Like the two of them, Tang San had not chosen to clash with them head-on either.
Although Tang San had a feud with Spirit Hall, here in Slaughter City, everything still came down to preserving his own little life first. Everything else could wait until after he left Hell Road. Besides, whether those two could successfully reach a hundred victories was still another question, wasn't it?
Today happened to be A'Dai's 51st match. Hu Liena arrived at the spectator seats early, waiting for the match to begin, and the area around her had automatically been emptied out by the Fallen Ones, leaving a deserted zone. After all, over this year, she had also made an enormous name for herself.
"It's the Hell Messenger. Hurry up and keep your distance. That woman isn't someone easy to deal with."
"Why would she show up here?"
"Nonsense. As long as it's the Nether King's match, the Hell Messenger won't miss a single one. The reverse is the same too. Anyway, if you run into the