Feeling so humiliated, the men could no longer tolerate it and got up to cause trouble for Qi Ling.
But just as they were about to stop, one of the middle-aged men in their group suddenly stopped them. "Stop! This is the spectator area, not the fighting area. Are you trying to anger the King of Slaughter?"
Upon hearing the name of the King of Slaughter, the group immediately fell silent, which aroused Qi Ling's curiosity. It seemed that the King of Slaughter was indeed very influential.
Then, the middle-aged man gave Qi Ling a meaningful look and said, "Let's call it a day. Let's go! I'll be waiting for the day we meet again on the field!"
To survive in this Slaughter City, one must eventually participate in this Hell Slaughter Arena competition, so the middle-aged man planned to settle accounts with Qi Ling at that time.
In his view, Qi Ling merely possessed a rather unique flame; in actual combat, it might not be invincible. As for combat experience, he was quite experienced, a veteran with over thirty victories.
Little did he know that the World-Destroying Black Flame wasn't even Qi Ling's trump card; he'd almost forgotten about it somewhere. Its main purpose was simply to clean the house.
After these people left, no one dared to come to this place to cause trouble for Qi Ling anymore, and Qi Ling was finally able to watch the game in peace.
The competitions here are continuous; as soon as one ends, the next one is scheduled. Each competition has ten participants, and only one person can survive in the end.
At this moment, the ten people on the field are fighting fiercely against each other. They are now truly fighting for their lives, holding nothing back, and will use any means necessary to defeat their opponents.
Such rules couldn't be more convenient for Qi Ling. No rules are the best rules; Qi Ling can make them die without even knowing how they died.
The final victory in this match belonged to a tall, thin man, but he paid the price with the loss of an arm. In such poor medical conditions, whether he can survive until tomorrow is still unknown.
There will be a short break before the next match begins to allow staff to clean up the bodies of the losers and tidy up the venue.
Not long after, the next group of matches began, but there was one person in this group who surprised Qi Ling quite a bit.
She was a woman dressed in black, with neatly combed long hair, holding a short sword, and her eyes, filled with an eerie charm, shone brightly. Among the group of crazed warriors, she stood out from the crowd.
Hu Liena, one of the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall and also Bibi Dong's personal disciple, appeared here.
"So that's how it is. She still came after all." Qi Ling looked at Hu Liena and said helplessly, "Really, why is everyone so competitive?"
Hu Liena, however, did not notice Qi Ling's arrival. Rather, from the moment Qi Ling entered the arena, all her attention was focused on the match.
Almost a year has passed since she arrived here. In that year, Hu Liena has won fifteen matches, and this is her sixteenth.
Although, based on her observation, none of the other nine people posed a threat to her, Hu Liena remained vigilant, because in this city, letting one's guard down at any time meant certain death.
As expected, this match was a complete rout. Although Hu Liena lost her most powerful Martial Soul, she still demonstrated formidable combat abilities.
She was like a dancing sprite in the jungle, sending enemies to hell with graceful movements, clean and efficient, even Qi Ling couldn't help but applaud her.
After watching her match, Qi Ling could only sigh that she truly deserved to be Bibi Dong's personal disciple. Whether in terms of skill or temperament, she was an outstanding candidate, far superior to others.
With Hu Liena's all-out attack, the match ended quickly. Without exception, all nine others perished, each time with a single, fatal blow, leaving no trace of injury.
The surrounding audience seemed unfazed, erupting in enthusiastic cheers. After all, women were a minority in the competition, and those with such formidable skills were a rare sight indeed.
"This is really interesting. A competition where lives are at stake? It's rare to see someone so determined," Qi Ling thought to herself. "In that case, I'll take this opportunity to participate in a competition as well."
So, Qi Ling took his identity token and registered for the next round of the competition. After three more rounds, it was finally his turn to compete.
Because it was Qi Ling's first time participating in the competition, her opponents were not very strong, and many of them were also participating in such a competition for the first time.
After all, the brutal nature of this competition means that the number of contestants will be far less than the number of participants, resulting in a very exaggerated pyramid shape.
Looking at the enemies around her, Qi Ling sighed helplessly and said, "Meeting me is your bad luck, but also your good fortune. I will try my best to ensure you leave without suffering."
Hearing this, the others thought Qi Ling was boasting. One of the men shouted, "What are you bragging about? Do you think you've already won? Brothers, let's take him down first, and then..."
He didn't say anything more, because the dead can't speak.
No one could see how Qi Ling made his move, but the result was that he did indeed succeed, causing his enemies to die without any pain, and even after they died, they didn't realize how they died.
Almost instantly, all nine people fell to the ground, each with only a tiny wound, yet it was a fatal one.
Qi Ling didn't bother summoning the World-Destroying Black Flame to absorb these people, because their strength was too weak to provide much energy to the Black Flame.
Such formidable strength undoubtedly made Qi Ling instantly famous. Everyone knew that another extraordinary person had arrived at the Hell Slaughter Arena, a killer who could kill without shedding blood!
After he played a few more matches, the other participants reached a consensus: in any match involving Qi Ling, they would prioritize attacking Qi Ling and try to take him down together.
But this was completely useless to Qi Ling. These people were too weak; they couldn't even control their sword movements and posed no threat to her whatsoever.
At the same time, many people were secretly watching Qi Ling and observing him silently. Among them was a pair of eyes that Qi Ling was very familiar with.