These experiences in the inner and outer cities of the Slaughter City further solidified Lin Mo's previous belief.
Compared to the people in the inner city, even Shi Nian and Dark Crow could be considered great philanthropists.
After all, both Shi Nian and Dark Crow had their own purposes for killing; they came with a mission.
They were not like those in the inner city, simply killing for pleasure.
To put it more simply and bluntly, everyone here has a way of dying.
Lin Mo calmly followed behind the girl in black veil. As the light swept across their surroundings, he showed no fear, only an utterly indifferent expression.
The girl in the black veil glanced at Lin Mo with surprise, then led the way.
As expected of a newcomer who managed to subdue Terror Knight Scott with just the blood energy emanating from his body, his speed in adapting to this environment is truly outstanding.
Such a talent is a natural fit for my Slaughter City.
It just so happens that no powerful individuals have joined my Slaughter City for a long time. If this 1145 can truly survive in the Slaughter City, then he is qualified to join the Slaughter City and become a member of the King's forces.
The girl in the black veil thought this to herself.
Her steps were light, leading Lin Mo through the streets of the inner city.
The fallen ones around her would instinctively keep their distance when they saw the girl in the black veil; no one dared to come within five meters of her.
The King of Slaughter's authority is absolute here.
Lin Mo, who was following behind the girl, was thinking about a different question.
When the Asura God left the City of Slaughter City in its original state, it should not have been like this now; it should have been more focused on pure slaughter.
Just like the most primitive law of the jungle, the strong prey on the weak, and only the fittest survive. Based on this rule, the most suitable Soul Master to inherit the god's Godhood is selected for the Asura God.
Instead of becoming a paradise for the degenerate, where inhumanity can be seen everywhere, as it is now.
This is probably a contingency plan left behind by the Rakshasa God. It not only interferes with the successor of the Asura God Godhood, but also disrupts the initial selection process.
Now it seems that this land of inheritance has long been corrupted by the divine will of the Rakshasa God, becoming a place of depravity that gathers the fallen.
"We've arrived." The girl in the black veil stopped.
The Hell Slaughter Arena is a rather peculiar building, with a cone-shaped structure at the base that narrows towards the top.
At a height of thirty meters above the ground, it maintains the same diameter and extends upwards to fifty meters, its entire body pitch black, giving a very oppressive feeling.
Overall, it resembles an inverted funnel-shaped building, located in the heart of the Slaughter City.
The moment the Hell Slaughter Arena appeared, a fiery glint flashed in the girl's eyes again. She then began to explain the rules of the Slaughter City to Lin Mo: "That's the Hell Slaughter Arena."
The girl in black veil pointed to the black building. "Once inside, register using your own identification card. Each group enters the killing field with ten people, and only one person from each group will emerge alive."
Lin Mo nodded, signaling her to continue.
"You can choose whether or not to participate in each match before it starts. But note that you must participate in at least one match each year, otherwise you will be taken away by the enforcement team."
The girl in the black veil spoke calmly, "But for the strong, this is never a problem."
"How do I win the Hell Slaughter Arena?" Lin Mo asked.
The girl in the black veil glanced at Lin Mo with some surprise, but then, remembering the strength he had displayed, she felt quite relieved.
The things that such a powerful person seeks are certainly different from those of ordinary fallen individuals.
"If you can participate in 100 matches, you'll be the champion; simply put, it means achieving 100 wins in the Hell Slaughter Arena."
The girl in black veil explained, "But Bai Sheng only qualified to enter the Hell Road; only those who truly emerge from the Hell Road are the real Death God."
Lin Mo nodded and tossed the token from his waist to the girl. "Then register me."
The girl in black veil didn't ask any questions, reached out and took it, leading Lin Mo through the gates of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
The interior space is much larger than it appears from the outside, with a circular field in the center that is nearly 100 meters in diameter, surrounded by concentric rings of stands that extend upwards.
A match is currently underway on the field, with ten people fighting fiercely. Seven have already fallen. The remaining three, covered in blood, are still fighting desperately.
The stands were packed with people, their eyes filled with excitement and bloodlust, devoid of sympathy.
Every time someone falls, it is met with cheers.
Lin Mo calmly watched this scene, waiting for his match to begin.
After completing the registration, Lin Mo was asked to wait aside.
About fifteen minutes later, the battle finally ended.
The last man still standing was in no better condition than the other dead; he too was severely injured, breathing heavily but barely, looking like he was about to die.
He staggered toward the sidelines, leaning on a broken knife.
Before he could leave the area, several figures pounced down from the stands. These people had clearly been watching him and launched an attack before he could recover.
The man fought back fiercely, but his strength was greatly reduced due to his serious injuries, and he was quickly overwhelmed by the crowd. When the hyena-like carrion-eating crowd dispersed, only a pool of bloody and mangled flesh remained on the ground.
Lin Mo watched this scene calmly, his face expressionless.
"It's your turn," said the girl in the black veil.
Lin Mo nodded and leaped into the arena.
He landed very lightly, almost making no sound.
The environment inside the Hell Slaughter Arena was very eerie. The hideous corpses had long since disappeared, and the area had been cleaned up. The corpses had turned into blood and seeped into the ground, disappearing as if they had never existed.
Soon, nine more figures entered the arena from different directions.
These people included both men and women of varying ages, but all of them shared the same fierce look in their eyes.
Lin Mo's gaze swept over the nine people.
Judging from the fluctuations in Soul Power, there are soul rings ranging from fourth to Six Rings, but here, the level of the Soul Ring is no longer important.
When Soul Skill cannot be used, combat relies more on the strength of the Martial Soul itself, physical attributes, and combat skills.
In this situation, let alone the Fallen Ones whose cultivation level is at the Six Rings, even Soul Douluo would be no different from Lin Mo.
The nine people were also sizing up Lin Mo, this new face.
Lin Mo looked too young, and he didn't have the manic aura of someone who had been immersed in killing for a long time. He seemed more like a fledgling who had wandered into this place by mistake.
However, the aura of blood emanating from his body was extremely astonishing, making him clearly the strongest among the ten.
The moment the match began, the other nine people rushed towards Lin Mo in perfect unison.
These people were clearly not first-time participants; they knew to take down the strongest one first before fighting each other.
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