Tang San had been an orphan in his previous life, so he cherished familial affection in this life all the more, even though Tang Hao could hardly be called a qualified father.
Whether it was escaping Hell Road or the voice in his mind that had been silent for two years, this hundredth victory was something he had to obtain. Otherwise, if he lost his life, what else would there be to talk about?
Looking at the nine Fallen Ones, all of whom had fixed their vicious gazes on him, Tang San understood that this would be another bitter battle. He, A'Dai, and Hu Liena had all experienced plenty of situations like this. The reputation of a hundred consecutive victories was simply too dazzling.
It meant that facing such opponents alone was a dead end, while working together to kill him first offered a slim chance of survival. This also prompted these desperate criminals to temporarily set aside their prejudices and join forces against a common enemy.
However, Tang San had anticipated this long ago. He had made ample preparations for his hundredth victory and had already prepared a poison called White Mist Soul Restraining Powder. This medicine was a secret formula unique to the Tang Sect. It prevented people from circulating their internal energy for a period of time, while also causing severe aching and weakness throughout the body.
After arriving in Slaughter City, Tang San had secretly tested this medicine as well. White Mist Soul Restraining Powder was effective against Soul Masters too. It was colorless and odorless, its greatest strength being that it worked without anyone noticing. The Fallen Ones here were all worldly veterans. If he was even slightly careless, his opponent would discover that he had been poisoned, and all his efforts would come to