Chapter 118: One Man and One Pig, A Massacre!
After dealing with a group of suicidal fallen ones, Yu Xiaolie walked through the bustling crowd and headed straight for the core area of the Killing City.
There, there is a rather conspicuous building, which is the Hell Slaughter Field.
It was a building constructed entirely of dark red rock, its surface covered with grotesque runes.
The red light cast a shadow, creating a feeling of oppression and gloom.
A strong, pungent smell of blood permeated the air around it, sending chills down one's spine.
At the entrance to the passage, there is a dilapidated wooden platform.
Several blood-stained number plates were placed on it, and next to them was a huge wooden sign that read: "Registration Office".
Yu Xiaolie casually tossed out the number plate, his expression indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
"I want to sign up."
The staff member glanced at him, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
In this killing city, Yu Xiaolie only needs to go all out and slaughter to survive.
All I need to do is go on a killing spree and push my bloodlust to the extreme.
The area around us was packed with spectators. We stood or sat, our faces filled with excitement and anticipation, and we cheered from time to time.
His spine was broken, his internal organs ruptured, and he could only scream in agony as he vomited blood.
The remaining fallen ones, witnessing that scene, cried out in terror.
"Hehehe~ Whether it's it or him, they're all waiting to die on your little hammer."
My movements were ghostly and unique, and in conjunction with the dragon cub's defense, I swung out a fist the size of a sandbag.
A Fallen One brandished a warhammer and charged toward Yu Xiaolie. The Fallen Ones who were fighting each other in front of him saw this and charged toward me as well.
"That guy is a bad guy."
Charging headlong, he shielded Yu Xiaolie from attacks coming from all seven directions.
"ah--"
However, the dragon cub is a special beast martial soul.
Inside the killing field, the light was dim, and the air was filled with a mixture of the smell of blood and sweat.
It's safe to say that in the far north, you need to be cautious and complete missions to survive.
We were covered in blood, and those who had just mocked us had become food for the dragon cubs.
Zhang Zhenming gave us a warm look.
Blood gushed out instantly, and the fallen one screamed before collapsing to the ground, dying on the spot.
Another fallen one brandished a longsword and thrust it at Yu Xiaolie, the tip of the sword gleaming coldly.
"Haha, look at that guy, carrying a pig spirit, he still dares to participate in the killing arena, he really overestimates himself!"
We were surprised to learn that the newcomer, unarmed, was so brutal, each move deadly, showing no mercy whatsoever.
The surrounding audience gasped in surprise. We never expected that the seemingly unremarkable young man would have such weak fighting power.
The dragon cub roared beside Yu Xiaolie, its round body radiating a faint aura.
However, my attack was easily dodged by Yu Xiaolie.
Even the newly promoted Giant Axe Warrior in the Killing Arena, who had won seven consecutive matches, was killed by me so easily.
"I'm sure everyone here is familiar with the rules. Once you step into the hellish killing field, there's no such thing as failure or death. In the end, no one can leave alive!"
Indeed, in the City of Slaughter, weapon spirits have an advantage over beast spirits because they can use spirit skills.
Yu Xiaolie's number plate was very new, obviously indicating that he had just arrived.
Among them were many scantily clad, depraved women who flirted with him.
"The power of evil and weakness!"
We were surprised to find that the elderly person was so weak.
That battle, fought by Zhang Zhenming and the renowned Pig Martial Soul, was a brutal, hand-to-hand combat style that delivered an unparalleled sense of awe.
It symbolizes that I can live a year less in the killing city and enjoy myself to the fullest, even if it means breaking the rules.
Those who just arrived and are in such a hurry to sign up probably don't realize how cruel this place is.
Below the sandpit, the four Fallen Ones were not yet standing. Our expressions varied: some looked fierce, some were respectful, and some were crazed.
I didn't turn around, I just frowned slightly.
The referee's voice rang out in the arena, and he quickly moved to the side.
A burly Fallen One pointed at Yu Xiaolie and chuckled. The giant axe in my hand gleamed coldly in the red light of the killing field, as if it were thirsting for blood.
Yu Xiaolie ignored our mockery, just looked at us intently, a glint of warmth in his eyes.
"Hmph, that's overestimating yourself."
But Zhang Zhenming didn't care, and immediately took a step back from the killing field.
We are the weapons we wield, the scars on our faces and the wounds on our bodies are medals symbolizing the countless killings we have endured and the countless corpses we have crawled out of.
After a short while, a deep voice rang out:
Yu Xiaolie closed his eyes, ignoring the group of people.
Slaughter! Slaughter!
After seeing that the other person had finished everything, Yu Xiaolie casually found a spot, leaned against the wall to rest, and waited for the match to begin.
The dragon cub didn't give us any chance. It then stomped hard on my chest again, bared its fangs, and like a wild beast, began to tear at my throat.
Immediately, everyone spontaneously changed direction and attacked Yu Xiaolie in groups.
We were fighting each other, clearly not taking Yu Xiaolie seriously.
Before I could even react, I felt a tremendous force coming from in front of me.
Before the final defeat, Yu Xiaolie came out, and a waiter handed me my number plate with both hands. There was a mark missing from the bottom of the plate.
Fifteen minutes ago.
"Hey, newbie, the last match was a seven-game winning streak, but we're one short of the ten. We can end it now."
Yu Xiaolie let out a small shout, and his body shot towards the nearest Fallen One like a white lightning bolt.
Yu Xiaolie slammed his fist into the opponent's chest, the weak force shattering the opponent's sternum and leaving a fist-shaped mark on the opponent's back.
It seems that the newcomer was the least problematic player in that match.
But the staff quickly reverted to their professional indifference and promptly arranged another match for him.
As soon as the words were spoken, the Fallen Ones in the center of the arena all sprang into action.
The dragon cub roared, and its body instantly charged towards a fallen one, its weak force sending the opponent flying.
"roar--"
The strategy outside is often to work together, first eliminating the weakest one, and then the remaining people compete for the victory.
In the center of the entire killing field was a huge circular sand pit.
That staff member was obviously looking down on me, just trying to get rid of me as soon as possible.
Every now and then, several fallen individuals with different expressions would walk by, all of them casting provocative glances at Yu Xiaolie.
"You're asking for it!"
In an instant, the surrounding audience erupted in cheers.
In the center of the arena, only Zhang Zhenming and Longzai remained.
Immediately afterwards, I was kicked away and crashed heavily into the sandpit.
Zhang Zhenming opened his eyes and looked at the staff member who was shouting at him.
Immediately afterwards, I slammed my fist into the other person's face. The weak force shattered his skull, and blood and brain matter splattered out instantly.
Suddenly, Yu Xiaolie leaned forward, dodging the sword strike.
Wherever the fist passed, the power of thunder crackled and popped.
"Another Fallen One shouted, holding a tiny warhammer in my hand, a look of utter contempt on my face."
A fallen being saw Yu Xiaolie charging towards me and swung his giant axe at me, but only managed to strike thin air.
That commotion instantly drew the attention of the other fighters.
The leader, a fallen man wielding a warhammer, gleamed with a fierce light in my eyes, his momentum unmatched.
A peaceful sound came from in front of me.
The fallen creature tumbled through the air several times before crashing heavily into the sandpit with a scream.
He kicked the person to death with one kick.
Unfortunately, we had no way out in the hellish killing field and could only grit our teeth and continue fighting.
Upon seeing this, Yu Xiaolie's lips curled up slightly. A moment ago, I moved my feet and instantly disappeared from the spot.
Immediately afterwards, Yu Xiaolie kicked my knee hard. With a "crack," my kneecap shattered, and I fell to my knees, howling with glee.
Let's meet!
Even in its un-transformed dragon state, its physical weakness is in no way stronger than that of an adult sub-dragon.
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