Tang San was startled. The voice was very clear, but it wasn't his own. He looked around but didn't find any sign of life. He released his Divine Power, but Tang San immediately sensed that the material of the tunnel was very special; even with his Divine Power, he couldn't penetrate it.
Tang San's expression shifted slightly, his face hardening. But he didn't stop. In the darkness, his Blue Silver Grass probed first, then his body.
After turning a corner, a faint light appeared ahead. Tang San squinted, focusing his energy into his Purple Demon Eye. The Guangming ahead magnified in his eyes; it was an open portal. On the other side of the portal, there was Life force.
As Tang San strode forward, he vaguely heard a commotion. When he emerged from the passageway, a man in a red robe wearing a purple spider mask stood before him.
Welcome to the Slaughter City.
The man in the red robe slowly raised his head, revealing his eyes beneath the mask—eyes that were cold and devoid of emotion, showing no fluctuation whatsoever.
"Who are you?" Tang San asked.
"I am your guide, responsible for leading you into the Slaughter City. Here, there are many rules, and if you don't follow them, you will be killed by the enforcers of the Slaughter City. Of course, if you are strong enough, none of the rules can restrain you."
The man in the red robe spoke slowly, each word filled with a chilling meaning.
Tang San frowned slightly. The red-robed man exuded a bloody aura, which he disliked. Moreover, the man's mask looked somewhat familiar; he seemed to have seen it somewhere before. Nevertheless, he politely said, "Thank you for showing me the way."
"Don't mention it. You're the only person to have come to Slaughter City today. This is your token, your code name is 54213." Tang San was stunned. He took the red token. He was actually the only person to have come to Slaughter City today?
He couldn't help but ask with some curiosity, "Aren't there other fugitives here?"
"Those who can usually come to the Slaughter City are usually vicious and ruthless villains with considerable strength. There aren't many of them," the man in red robes said slowly. Tang San nodded slightly, understanding.
"In this Slaughter City, no one can use any Soul Skill. Everything depends on your own strength. As long as you can persevere, you can survive. Here, no one will sympathize with you, and no one will pity you. The law of the jungle is the fundamental rule of this world." The red-robed man's words excited Tang San. Unable to use Soul Skill? That suits me perfectly! I can use Hidden Weapon to show off my skills here.
"Let's go into the city." The man in red robes waved his hand slightly, and Tang San felt dizzy and suddenly appeared in a huge building.
The building is circular, or more accurately, an irregular cone shape. It has the largest area at the bottom and narrows towards the top.
It only extends upwards with the same diameter at a height of about thirty meters above the ground, all the way up to fifty meters.
This Hell Slaughter Arena is indeed quite large, similar in size to the Soto Great Soul Arena that Tang San once visited, but smaller than the Great Soul Arena of Heaven Dou City.
The man in red pointed to the Hell Slaughter Arena and explained, "It's simple. Once inside, register using your own ID card. Then wait for the competition to begin. Fighting is not allowed while waiting. Each group has ten people entering the arena. It doesn't matter what method you use, as long as you come out alive. Only one person from each group will survive."
"Once you achieve a 100-win streak, you can leave the Slaughter City," the red-robed man explained slowly.
Do you have any other questions?
"Yes, what does the number above this token mean?" Tang San asked curiously, pointing to the "0" above the number on the token.
"This is your winning streak. After you win a match, inject your Soul Power into it, and the number on it will change. Every 10 consecutive wins will give you feedback, thereby increasing your soul Soul Power Soul Power Level. Thirty consecutive wins will increase your level by one." The man in red robes said slowly.
"I understand." Tang San nodded slightly and hung the token on his waist.
"If you have no further questions, I'll be leaving. One last thing: if you're strong enough, there are no rules here."
Having said that, the man in the red robe transformed into a red shadow and vanished from the spot.
Tang San stood alone in the center of the Hell Slaughter Arena, looking around at the bustling, noisy crowd in the stands. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down; he needed to be on high alert and face everyone here.
The man in red robes returned to the city lord's mansion at the highest point of the Slaughter City and slowly removed his mask. This man was none other than Jun Yi. The reason he personally brought Tang San to the Slaughter City was to hand him the token. Jun Yi had already imbued the token with Divine Power, which could slowly absorb the Divine Power from Tang San was too close.
" Tang San, Tang San, you're my power bank now, you can't afford to get hurt easily." A cruel smile appeared on Jun Yi's face.
A complex emotion surfaced in Jun Yi's heart. He looked at the red token in his hand, the mark he had given to Tang San, and an important part of his plan. He took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and went to the battle between Yan and the fallen one. The Evil Soul Master had already been killed by Yan, who was using Milk Bottle to recover his Soul Power.
"Yan, Tang San has already entered the Slaughter City. Keep an eye on him and don't let him cause any trouble. Once he achieves a hundred consecutive wins, let him leave." Jun Yi slowly instructed Yan.
"Alright, Brother Jun, shouldn't we kill him here? After all, the Clear Sky Sect is an enemy of the Spirit Hall. Wouldn't it be a bad idea to let him grow here?" Yan asked.
"I'll spare his life because he's still useful. Even if he grows up, he's not worth mentioning."
Tang San stood in the center of the Hell Slaughter Arena, his first battle. He quickly scanned his surroundings, making sure no one else was present, then slowly drew his Hidden Weapon, preparing for combat.
Soon, nine contestants emerged from different passages, each with an extremely sinister appearance and exuding a bloody aura.
Tang San stood silently in place, watching the contestants, his fighting spirit blazing.
The other nine contestants exchanged glances upon seeing Tang San Tang San, as if they had reached a consensus, and looked at him with the same eyes they would use to lure lambs to the slaughter.
(End of this chapter)