Hell Slaughter Arena

Hell Slaughter Arena is a unique place in the Slaughter City.

Anyone who comes to the Slaughter City only one way to leave: to become the champion of the Hell Slaughter Arena.

The so-called champion is someone who can achieve a hundred consecutive wins through challenges in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

This is almost an impossible task, but everyone who comes to the Hell Slaughter Arena harbors such a dream.

Although this place is their playground of sin, no one can guarantee their own safety.

More than half a month had passed when Wang Feng arrived at the entrance to the Hell Slaughter Arena.

It wasn't because the city of Slaughter City too large, but rather because the journey hadn't been smooth.

Almost every day someone tries to take his life, but unfortunately no one can pose a real threat to him. However, the journey is still not easy, otherwise he would have already arrived at the Hell Slaughter Arena.

The endless battles took a heavy toll on his stamina, but fortunately, he had an absolute advantage in strength; otherwise, he would have had a hard time getting this far.

"When did this inexperienced brat appear in this Slaughter City? He actually dares to come to the Hell Slaughter Arena!"

"They're really courting death!"

Many of the people guarding the Hell Slaughter Arena stared at Wang Feng with greedy eyes. Many of them actually wanted to enter the Hell Slaughter Arena, but entry required a ticket, and with their strength, they obviously didn't have that ability, so they could only stay at the entrance.

Wang Feng glanced at everyone out of the corner of his eye, then found a secluded corner to sit down and begin recovering his Soul Power.

"Hey kid, what's your name? How did you get in here?"

Just as Wang Feng sat down, a gaunt old man walked over. His sallow face forced a kind expression, but the murderous intent in his eyes was impossible to conceal.

Wang Feng ignored the old man, but remained wary of the potential threat he might pose.

"Heh! Looks like you're quite cautious."

The old man sat down with a smile, no more than half a meter away from Wang Feng.

The old man didn't say anything more after that, and Wang Feng ignored him completely.

The two sat there for a long time. Perhaps the old man couldn't bear it any longer, because he opened his eyes, looked at Wang Feng, and said, "Young friend, you must be going to enter this Hell Slaughter Arena! You should know that you need a ticket to enter. Although there are many people here, getting a Bloody Mary isn't so easy. However, if you're willing to cooperate with me, I can help you."

"Yeah?"

Wang Feng suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the old man, smiled strangely, and said, "Actually, I already have it right in front of me, so why should I get it from those people?"

The old man was taken aback. Wang Feng's meaning was quite clear: the "ready-made" thing he was referring to was actually him.

However, the old man wasn't worried, seemingly certain that Wang Feng wouldn't harm him.

"Young friend, you jest! I'm an old man with frail bones; how could you bear to do that to me!"

"Snort!"

Wang Feng snorted coldly and suddenly attacked without warning, striking the old man's head with a palm.

The terrifying killing intent instantly enveloped the old man, and the aura of death made it impossible for him to remain calm. He hurriedly raised his hand to block.

Bang!

Wang Feng slapped the old man's arms with a palm strike, the terrifying force sending the old man flying, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

Wang Feng stared expressionlessly at the disheveled old man, but inwardly he was utterly shocked.

Although his palm strike was meant to test the old man's strength, he used his full power. If he had killed the old man with that one strike, he would have gone straight to the Hell Slaughter Arena.

But to his surprise, the old man not only withstood his palm strike, but also seemed to have escaped serious injury.

The old man stood up, dusted himself off, and instead of being angry with Wang Feng, he chuckled and said, "Young friend, you're quite strong. You almost broke this old man's bones."

"Tell me! What do you want?"

Wang Feng said calmly, but in his heart he no longer dared to underestimate the old man.

The old man walked to Wang Feng's side, glanced at the figures squatting on high ground in the distance, and whispered, "See those guys? They're in cahoots."

"Get to the point!" Wang Feng said impatiently.

"Don't rush, this is a major taboo in the Slaughter City. Don't be fooled by their seemingly dejected appearance; their strength is not to be underestimated. These people could easily enter the Hell Slaughter Arena, but they just won't go in. Do you know why?"

Wang Feng glared at the old man but didn't reply.

The old man chuckled and continued, "The reason they stayed here is to stop everyone entering the Hell Slaughter Arena, in order to create an opportunity for those inside to achieve a hundred consecutive victories."

Wang Feng frowned, but then immediately understood.

"You mean, even if I have a ticket, I still need to get past them to enter the Hell Slaughter Arena?"

"Indeed, young friend, you are indeed clever."

Wang Feng frowned. It seemed that the Slaughter City was indeed not as simple as he had thought.

"You want to use me to get rid of them, and then go to the Hell Slaughter Arena?"

"No, whether my old bones go in or not is no longer important, but I have a grudge against them, so I only want them dead."

"Really?" Wang Feng stared intently into the old man's eyes, trying to discern how much of what the old man said was true and how much was false.

But he couldn't see anything, and after thinking it over, he could only nod and agree to cooperate with the old man.

"The one sitting in the middle is their leader. I'll go over there in a bit. Everyone else will definitely surround you, but with your abilities, killing him won't be a problem at all. Once he's dead, you won't need to lift a finger to deal with the rest."

"Good."

"Young friend, you're decisive. I'll head over now. You'd better seize the opportunity."

After saying this, the old man turned and headed towards the entrance of the Hell Slaughter Arena, Wang Feng stood quietly watching.

As the old man approached the entrance to the Hell Slaughter Arena, the people squatting on the high ground immediately turned their gazes toward him, like hungry wolves that hadn't eaten for days spotting their prey.

"Isn't that Old Man Si! He usually hides in some cave, how come he dares to come out today!"

"I've come to kill you all!"

The old man suddenly changed his kind expression, his body radiating a fierce aura, and he charged out like a cheetah.

"You fool, you're asking for it!"

One of them gave a cold shout and stood up to greet them.

They were all incredibly fast, which shows that their strength was definitely not to be underestimated.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If everyone were like what Wang Feng had encountered along the way, then this Slaughter City wouldn't live up to its name and wouldn't be as terrifying as rumored.

Perhaps what we see here is the true Slaughter City.