As Tang San's victory was confirmed by the referee, countless bats gathered above the Hell Slaughter Arena, and a blood-red light slowly condensed into the Slaughter King, hovering in midair.
The Slaughter King gave Tang San a sinister grin and made his offer.
"Congratulations to the King of Plague for successfully achieving a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena. I now sincerely invite you to join Slaughter City. From now on, you may live here freely, no longer needing to obey the rule of one match per year, and you may even enjoy authority second only to mine. What do you say?"
Tang San's brows furrowed slightly. He greatly disliked the title King of Plague, but it was impossible for him to argue with everyone who called him that one by one.
Now, after hearing the Slaughter King's words, his heart was filled with even greater disdain. He, the pure and spotless God King Tang, would never lower himself to associate with Fallen Ones. Leaving this place was the only motivation that had kept him going for the past two years.
"Please allow me to refuse. I heard that after a hundred victories, one may choose to leave Slaughter City through Hell Road. I ask the Slaughter King to open the passage to the outside world."
Following Tang San's refusal, the atmosphere at the scene turned tense for a moment. The tangible killing intent radiating from the Slaughter King made even Tang San feel a trace of alarm, but his words were not an ignorant attempt to throw an egg against a rock.
Because he had concluded that even someone as powerful as the Slaughter King could not violate the rules of Slaughter City. The God Trial issued two years ago had already explained everything. The Slaughter King