To be honest, with all these preparations, Qi Ling felt like the Doraemon from another world, who also had an infinite pocket, except for the bell around his neck.
After settling on a temporary place to stay, the three began to discuss their next steps. Qian Renxue planned to first investigate the City That Sleepless City, at least to find evidence of their presence there, otherwise all their efforts would be in vain.
Jian Lan intends to hone her mental state here. Her swordsmanship does not require the killing intent here, but this environment full of killing intent is the perfect place for her to cultivate.
As for Qi Ling, he planned to go to the Hell Slaughter Arena first to see what the duels were like there, and if he was in a good mood, he might even participate in one.
With the plan set, the three split up. After coming out, Qi Ling headed straight for the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Not far away, Qi Ling quickly found her destination, an irregularly shaped cone-shaped building that tapered from bottom to top, with an overall height of about fifty meters.
This Hell Slaughter Arena is indeed quite large, only slightly smaller than the Great Soul Arena of Heaven Dou City. Although the black building gives people a sense of oppression, Qi Ling can feel the bloodthirsty aura emanating from it from a distance. It is an aura that can only be built up by the lives of at least a million people.
"This is definitely an uncomfortable place," Qi Ling thought to herself, looking up at the building. "I'll blow it up when I get the chance."
People came and went in a constant stream from the Hell Slaughter Arena, each with an excited expression, since it was practically the only form of entertainment there.
Just as Qi Ling was about to go in, she was stopped by a gatekeeper. Looking at Qi Ling, who was clean and tidy and exuded little murderous aura, he said disdainfully, "Hmph, where did this country bumpkin come from? Why are you barging in like this? Are you new here and don't know the rules?"
Qi Ling said, "Yes, I am indeed new here. Are there any rules for getting in?"
"Hehe, if you want to get in here, you only have two choices: be a spectator or compete!" the gatekeeper laughed. "Those who compete, you have to fight tooth and nail! Those who watch, you have to give it your all!"
"If you want to watch the game, hand over a Bloody Mary, whether it's yours or someone else's!"
Qi Ling was helpless. After all, it was only the first day here, and she couldn't just barge in. She had to think of a way to get a Bloody Mary to get in first.
Just then, a familiar Qi Ling walked in from outside, holding a glass of scarlet liquid and cursing, seemingly intending to go in and watch the match.
Qi Ling looked at the man and immediately laughed. This was truly effortless! She immediately stepped forward and said, "Hey! Du Leisi, can I borrow what you're holding?"
Du Leisi had the worst day ever. Not only was his house stolen, but the woman who had been with him for months also ran away, leaving him furious.
So he managed to get a Bloody Mary and was planning to go in and watch the game to ease his anger, but Qi Ling stopped him at that moment.
"Damn it, where did this brat come from, daring to call you by your first name, Du Leisi..." Du Leisi was angry and wanted to cause trouble, but he instantly saw Qi Ling's face, and he swallowed the rest of his words.
"Hmm, give it to me." Qi Ling held out her hand, gesturing with her chin for Du Leisi to hand over the Bloody Mary.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, okay, here you go, here you go!" Du Leisi hurriedly handed Bloody Mary to Qi Ling with a big smile, not daring to be negligent for a moment.
Despite his relatively weak strength, Du Leisi has survived for so long thanks to his keen observation skills. He knows exactly who he can and cannot mess with.
Qi Ling, standing before them, is one of those people they absolutely cannot afford to offend.
"Well, you're smart to know what's good for you. I'll protect you from now on!" Qi Ling said, returning to the gatekeeper and gaining entry.
The interior of the Hell Slaughter Arena was even more rudimentary than it appeared from the outside, covered in black bloodstains, and looked nothing like a proper place.
There are no barriers here; the outer perimeter consists of concentric rings of stands extending upwards, below which is a huge open space with a diameter of hundreds of meters, clearly prepared for the athletes competing.
Qi Ling glanced at the surrounding stands, then slowly walked to the best spot. However, there were several menacing-looking men sitting there, and judging from their murderous aura, they should also be contestants from there.
Afterwards, Qi Ling found a relatively clean spot and sat down. He had only come to watch the game and had no intention of causing trouble.
However, just because he doesn't cause trouble doesn't mean others won't mess with him. When the men saw that Qi Ling's killing intent was so weak, they immediately thought that an easy target had appeared. It would be a waste not to take advantage of him.
"Hey! Kid, are you blind? Is this a place for you to sit?" a bald man said, grabbing Qi Ling's shoulder. "Come on, kid, come outside with me. I'll show you what rules are."
Qi Ling glanced indifferently at the hand gripping her shoulder and said helplessly, "Sigh, isn't living better? Why do you have to court death?"
"What did you say?" The man was wondering what Qi Ling meant when suddenly a cluster of black flames appeared on his hand and enveloped it.
"What, what is this thing!" the bald man shouted, trying to extinguish the black flames in his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.
And that's not all; the black flames showed no signs of extinguishing, but instead began to spread up his arm, as if using his flesh and blood as fuel.
"Choose: sacrifice an arm or sacrifice your life?" Qi Ling said calmly. "If you don't hurry, it will be too late!"
Upon hearing Qi Ling's words, and seeing the black flames about to spread to his body, the man gritted his teeth, drew his companion's knife, and chopped off his own arm.
The arm that fell to the ground was quickly reduced to ashes by the black flames, leaving not a trace of its existence.
Despite losing an arm, the bald man dared not Qi Ling any trouble, because the greatest fear for a person is not how powerful their opponent is, but the unknown.
They had no idea what Qi Ling Qi Ling's black flames were, so they naturally lacked the courage to fight him. Having suffered such a great loss, they could only accept their bad luck.
"By the way, since you're already standing, don't sit down," Qi Ling said. "You're all so ugly, you're even affecting my mood. Get out of my sight right now."