A month has passed, Tang Feng and his companion have won ten matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena. They take turns registering, averaging one match every three days.
For Tang Feng and Tang Lie, these thirty days were a path of Asura paved with blood and bones.
The grandfather and grandson took turns signing up, resulting in a death match every three days on average.
However, the real test is never on that cage-like arena, but in the moment after the match when you are at your weakest, stepping out of the killing field, and constantly facing sneak attacks!
At first, it was just a few petty thieves hiding in the corners of the blood alley or in the shadows of the eaves, pouncing out before Tang Feng and his companion could recover their Soul Power.
Fortunately, the two remained clear-headed and never let their guard down. They swiftly dispatched the attackers, hammering them down until the attackers were reduced to minced meat before they could even scream.
But the opponents quickly learned their lesson. On the twentieth day, when Tang Feng dragged his exhausted body out of the Hell Slaughter Arena, fifty Fallen Ones surged out from all directions at the same time!
The Fallen Ones, armed with various short blades, long knives, and chains, were clearly part of an organized attack.
Tang Feng sneered, the Clear Sky Hammer spinning in his palm. In that battle, he went completely berserk.
The hammer's shadow was like a tornado, tearing people apart like straw wherever it passed; of the fifty men, not one was left with a whole corpse.
On the ground, red blood, white brains, yellow gallbladders, and green intestines blended together to form a hellish scene. Tang Feng in the center of the pile of corpses, his eyes redder than the purple moon and darker than the abyss.
With this battle, Tang Feng earned a title in the Slaughter City: " Battle Asura ".
Tang Lie also used the " Clear Sky Nine Absolutes " to blast the attackers, along with their Martial Soul, into charred remains. The flames licked the corpses for a while before going out.
Tang Lie also earned a title – " Hellfire ".
From then on, Tang Feng's life became much quieter. Fewer and fewer people dared to ambush Tang Feng, but his opponents also became stronger.
Six months later, the chilling atmosphere was suffocating. Ten people slowly entered the Hell Slaughter Arena. Tang Feng was the ninth among them, but he was the focus of attention for the other nine.
As soon as the nine people were brought into the arena, they surrounded Tang Feng almost immediately. They knew that if they didn't kill Tang Feng, they wouldn't survive either.
A touch of blood red appeared in his dark pupils. A cold, bloodthirsty killing intent emanated from Tang Feng almost instantly. With his eyes closed, Tang Feng seemed to enjoy the trembling of the fallen ones around him.
In the past six months, Tang Feng's Soul Power has improved very little, but Tang Feng believes that he can now completely defeat both versions of himself from six months ago. Tang Feng also increasingly understands that only by constantly struggling on the edge of life and death can one truly grasp the essence of real combat.
Roars and howls erupted almost simultaneously from nine directions around Tang Feng Tang Feng. The nine opponents pounced on him at the same time.
Tang Feng moved in the arena. Nine people rushed at him from nine different directions, but it did not disturb Tang Feng's concentration in the slightest.
The Clear Sky Hammer flashed, its piercing sound echoing through the air, accompanied by screams of agony.
After the battle ended, Tang Feng did not rush to leave. Instead, he slowly walked up to each of his previous opponents and stomped his foot down.
The skull lay at Tang Feng's feet like a broken egg.
Previous battles taught Tang Feng that he could never let his guard down until his opponent's head was shattered. To understand this principle, Tang Feng once paid the price of breaking three ribs.
Moreover, the opponent might have Soul Bone. During the fifty-first match, a Soul Saint actually dropped a 30,000-year-old power-type Left Arm Bone, which Tang Feng gave to his grandfather, Tang Lie.
Sixty matches, and naturally sixty wins—that's Tang Feng's current record.
Besides the right to continue surviving in the Slaughter City, everyone who comes here to compete looks forward to winning a hundred matches.
With the title of 100 champions, one can become a permanent resident of the Slaughter City. Apart from being unable to leave, one will possess extremely high authority here. One can even become a guest advisor to the King of Slaughter.
In sixty battles, Tang Feng had already taken over five hundred lives in the killing field alone. However, for the past two months, even after the competition ended, no one dared to ambush them anymore.
The two have become stars in the Hell Slaughter Arena. They achieved such results in just seven months, placing them among the top ten since the Slaughter City's founding.
Compared to when he first arrived here, Tang Feng's expression had become colder, and he even exuded a faint aura of blood.
In seven months, Tang Feng had probably killed over a thousand Fallen Ones. Although those people were inherently evil and depraved, Tang Feng felt his killing intent surge with each kill.
And this killing intent was also subtly influencing Tang Feng. Moreover, Tang Feng discovered that the number of matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena was decreasing, and the opponents were becoming stronger.
More importantly, these rising murderous auras initially had no effect, but Tang Feng discovered that as he killed more and more people here, the murderous auras began to affect his own will.
At first, it only occasionally revealed bloodlust, but as time went on, its murderous aura became more and more obvious.
Moreover, Tang Feng's condition was even more serious Tang Lie's; it seemed he wanted to kill any living being he saw. Killing someone was as easy for him as crushing an ant.
Tang Feng Tang Lie had to slow down the frequency of their registrations. After each massacre, they rested for three days to suppress their increasingly intense killing intent.
Fortunately, Tang Feng possessed extremely strong mental control, which prevented him from being controlled by the urge to kill. At the same time, Tang Feng used the killing during the competition as a way to vent his frustrations.
The Slaughter City, a dark and spacious room.
It was an exceptionally large chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals. These crystals were outlined in the shape of a drum tower. Apart from this chair, everything else here was dark red.
" The Battle Asura and Hellfire have won another match." A chilling female voice echoed in the shadows.
"I know." A tall figure sat down on the giant chair. In the darkness, his features were not visible, but it could be vaguely discerned that he was tall and slender.
"Great King, shall we begin to make contact with them? The Slaughter City has not seen a truly powerful individual join it for a long time."
"Do you think it's possible?" the tall man sitting upright in the chair asked. "Both of these two are from the Clear Sky Sect, one of them is even a Level 95 Titled Douluo. You can imagine their status. The Clear Sky Sect has a God of Slaughter; we cannot easily offend them."
"But I'm certain that at least one piece of Soul Bone exists within these two individuals."
The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you think they can complete a hundred matches and challenge the Hell Road?"
"With the power and skill of their Clear Sky Hammer, completing a hundred matches is only a matter of time. But the Hell Road is truly uncertain."
The King of Slaughter coldly said, "Then there's no need to contact them. After they complete one hundred battles, send them to the Hell Road."
A cold female voice sighed, "I only hope that, under normal circumstances, they won't be able to last a hundred rounds, let alone pass through the Hell Road. Otherwise, with two God of Slaughter appearing simultaneously, I'm afraid the Slaughter City..."
A blood-red gaze drifted through the air. The King of Slaughter waved his hand, and a thick, dark red liquid flew out from in front of him. In the darkness, there was a huge pool of blood in front of him, filled with viscous blood.
He opened his mouth and swallowed the blood, and in the dim light, two fangs were vaguely visible.
Time passed in waiting and cultivation. Nine months later, Tang Feng and his companion sat cross-legged in their small house, their bodies constantly radiating a chilling aura, and an immense killing intent swirling around them.
They've been here for almost a year and four months, and both of them have completed ninety-nine matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena. They're just one match away from the title of Hell Slaughter Arena champion. However, Tang Feng finds himself on the verge of collapse.
In just over a year, countless fallen beings had died at the hands of the two, and Tang Feng vaguely sensed that he was about to lose control of the killing intent within him. His grandfather, Tang Lie, was not in much better condition either, but Tang Lie was supported by the mental strength of Titled Douluo and was able to hold on.