Chapter 321: It's not surprising that I have a special hobby!
Apparently, these two brothers had rather unique hobbies.
Of course, in a hellish place like Slaughter City, all kinds of people exist, so a few unusual hobbies are not surprising!
Just like Ye Chen, a Spirit Master who also happens to be an art sculpting Grandmaster; have you ever seen an art Grandmaster come to a hellish place like Slaughter City?
"Pfft—, Ye Chen, I didn't expect you to be so popular?"
Listening to the two brothers, Hu Liena glanced at Ye Chen and couldn't help but laugh.
Hu Liena never imagined that her great beauty would be less appealing than Ye Chen in the eyes of these two brothers?
"Hmm? Second brother, this little girl looks quite good when she smiles. How about we both have her?"
Seeing Hu Liena's beautiful smile, the tall middle-aged man's unique hobby, though not completely reversed, was at least slightly steered back on track.
"Alright, let's do that!"
The short middle-aged man nodded in agreement.
"Have you two finished discussing?"
Ye Chen, with black lines appearing on his forehead, spoke to the two brothers with an unfriendly expression.
The tall middle-aged man said arrogantly, "Kid, hurry up and serve us brothers. If you make this lord comfortable, we'll guarantee your safety in Slaughter City!"
Although the tall middle-aged man was arrogant, his arrogance had a basis.
Don't let their lewd appearances fool you; before coming to Slaughter City, both brothers were Soul Sages (7 Rings). It was only when they nearly fell into the hands of Spirit Hall during a robbery that they were forced to flee into Slaughter City to survive.
In Slaughter City, their strength, though not top-tier, was still considered among the rare experts.
"Hmph!"
Ye Chen snorted, too lazy to waste more words on these disgusting brothers. A dark green light flashed across his torso, activating the Soul Bone Skill: Myriad Branches, from the Demon Eye Magic Tree Torso Spirit Bone.
Instantly, countless branches abruptly materialized, and a sharp whooshing sound filled the air as they lashed out at the two lewd middle-aged men.
"Not good!"
Immediately, the tall middle-aged man's pupils constricted, and he instinctively raised his hand to block.
However, how could a hundred-thousand-year Soul Bone Skill unleashed by Ye Chen, an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, be resisted by two mere Soul Sages (7 Rings) who couldn't even use Spirit Abilities?
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The dense whipping sounds of the branches rang out. The two lewd brothers, with their unique hobbies, didn't even have time to scream before they were whipped into two piles of rotten flesh by the Soul Bone Skill: Myriad Branches.
"Tsk~, they don't even have Spirit Bones?"
After instantly killing the two with a single Soul Bone Skill, Ye Chen was a bit disappointed that neither of the brothers dropped a Spirit Bone.
Spirit Bones, even if he couldn't use them himself, were quite valuable in the outside world. No matter how low their age, they could be exchanged for many shiny little darlings.
"Hiss—"
Instantly, Ye Chen heard gasps of cold air from around him.
There were many people in the inner city of Slaughter City, and the commotion that occurred here was naturally seen by the surrounding Fallen Ones.
They had originally thought that this handsome young man was about to suffer a tragic fate, but they never expected that this unfamiliar youth was actually a 'dragon crossing the river'?
With just one Soul Bone Skill, and a crowd-control type at that, two high-level Soul Sages (7 Rings) were taken down so easily. This was definitely a formidable individual!
Immediately, the nearby Fallen Ones who were watching the show labeled Ye Chen as someone not to be provoked.
Although the Fallen Ones were bloodthirsty, those who managed to survive were not fools. Knowing someone was a tough opponent, they wouldn't provoke them unless absolutely necessary.
Afterward, skipping this small interlude, Ye Chen began to browse the System Shop.
In a place like Slaughter City, the effectiveness of firearms against Spirit Masters was much greater than in the outside world.
After all, in Slaughter City, aside from a few Fallen Ones who possessed Spirit Bones, Spirit Abilities could not be used.
And Spirit Masters generally had no body tempering techniques; their defense relied solely on protective spirit power. Compared to Spirit Masters in the outside world who could use defensive Spirit Abilities, they were more easily killed by firearms.
Soon, Ye Chen took a liking to a 12.7mm caliber Gatling six-barrel rotary machine gun.
He had Soul Bone Skills, so he didn't need this item, but Hu Liena's inherent strength wasn't high, so it was very necessary for her.
The System Shop did have larger calibers, but larger caliber autocannons were inconvenient to carry, and the power of a 12.7mm Gatling machine gun was already sufficient.
In the outside world, this machine gun could at most only be used to deal with Six-Ring Spirit Emperors with non-defensive Spirits.
But in Slaughter City, a Soul Sage (7 Rings) couldn't release defensive Spirit Abilities or their Martial Soul True Body. A single bullet hitting a non-vital area might not pose a fatal threat to a Soul Sage (7 Rings), but a machine gun doesn't fire single shots. A burst of bullets would definitely be impossible to withstand.
The net weight of the gun body plus the weight of a hundred-round ammunition belt was only about a hundred catties. Although Hu Liena was a delicate young woman, with her physical quality as a Five-Ring Soul King, she could easily lift it.
Moreover, her strength, far exceeding that of ordinary people, would allow Hu Liena to fire this rotary machine gun, ignoring most of the recoil during firing and ensuring bullet accuracy.
"What is this thing?"
Seeing Ye Chen pull out a strangely shaped black lump, Hu Liena asked curiously.
"This is a good item, for you to save your life in the Hell Slaughterfield! This thing is absolutely a massacre when used against low-level Spirit Masters. In the Hell Slaughterfield, even a Spirit Saint will fall."
Saying that, Ye Chen loaded the machine gun with an ammunition belt and handed it to Hu Liena.
"It can deal with a Spirit Saint?"
Looking at the weighty item in her hand, Hu Liena was stunned. Is it really that powerful?
She hadn't sensed any spirit power fluctuations from it, which meant this thing was not a spirit tool.
"It might not work in the outside world, but in the Hell Slaughterfield, it definitely can."
In the outside world, facing such a head-reaping machine, a Soul Sage (7 Rings) could not only use Spirit Abilities to defend but also rely on surrounding terrain and movement to dodge the bullet storm.
But in the Hell Slaughterfield, there was no way to perform'snake-skin' movement. Once inside, participants could not leave the Slaughterfield until they won. No matter how fast they ran, a Soul Sage (7 Rings) couldn't outrun the bullets' firing rate.
Moreover, the little fox follows the path of mental control. As long as she slightly affects her opponent with her mental force, even a momentary daze would be enough for the opponent to be shot into a sieve.
"Then how do I use this thing?"
"Hold the carrying handle with your left hand, point the muzzle at the target, and pull the trigger with your right hand."
Immediately, Hu Liena, still somewhat skeptical, pressed the trigger.
"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"
Instantly, the Gatling machine gun's six rotary barrels spun wildly, bullet casings scattered across the ground, and a flame over half a meter long spewed out. The scorching bullets formed a metal torrent, striking a building not far ahead.
Chapter 322 You, give me the Bloody Mary in your hand!
"Good~, fun! Too good... huh, why did it stop?"
As soon as she pulled the trigger, Hu Liena fell in love with the feeling of frantic shooting.
Although she couldn't fully see the trajectory of the bullets, judging from the buildings hit in the distance, under the muzzle of this black lump, ordinary Spirit Emperor (6 Rings) were equal to all living beings.
Don't look at the commotion caused by the bullets hitting, it wasn't as spectacular as a low-level Spirit Master releasing a Spirit Ability, but the single-point attack of the bullets was extremely high, and the frequency was super fast.
However, just as she got excited, before she could enjoy it for long, why did it stop? Was it that fragile?
The rate of fire of a Gatling gun far exceeds that of a single-barrel machine gun, with the fastest even reaching 6000 rounds per minute.
Although this 12.7mm caliber one wasn't that fast, its maximum rate of fire also reached 3000 rounds per minute, and it was currently set to the fastest third gear.
A single belt only had a hundred bullets, so it could only be played for two seconds?
"This thing can fire up to fifty bullets per second, and the loaded belt only has a hundred rounds, so it naturally runs out very quickly."
"See this here? This is the gear, it can be manually adjusted.
Right now, it's on the fastest third gear, firing 3000 rounds per minute, while the second gear fires 2000 rounds per minute, and the slowest first gear fires 1000 rounds per minute."
"Is that so? Quickly, give me those bullet belts!"
Hu Liena immediately adjusted the gear to the slowest first gear, then asked Ye Chen for bullet belts.
"Here you go, use them sparingly!"
Ye Chen didn't refuse, immediately buying a hundred 100-round bullet belts from the System Shop.
Ordinary machine gun bullets are different from high-precision sniper rifle bullets; they are much cheaper.
For the same 12.7mm caliber, a high-precision sniper bullet costs one gold coin, but an ordinary machine gun bullet only costs half a gold coin.
Ten thousand bullets, which is five thousand gold coins, was just a drop in the bucket for Ye Chen, who was not short of money now.
Afterward, Hu Liena fired off a few more bullet belts, finally having her fill.
"Should I collect these things?"
Hu Liena pointed to the empty casings scattered all over the ground.
"No need! There's no use collecting them."
Ye Chen shook his head. They were just bullet casings, with no recycling value.
Even if they were collected, they could only be sold as scrap copper, not worth much money.
"Alright then! Let's go, Ye Chen, I want to try this thing in the Hell Slaughterfield to see if it's any good!"
Nodding, Hu Liena happily put the machine gun, loaded with a bullet belt and ready for frantic shooting at any time, into her spirit tool, then walked towards the Hell Slaughterfield.
'I didn't realize! The little fox has a tendency to be an outlaw?'
Looking at the joyful Hu Liena, Ye Chen thought to himself.
...
Soon, the two arrived at the Hell Slaughterfield.
"I want to sign up for the competition!"
Hu Liena took out her identity token and handed it to a staff member inside the Hell Slaughterfield.
"Lady Number 4213, including you, there are currently six participants in the competition.
Please wait a moment."
Not long after, the staff member registered Hu Liena.
As for 4213, that was the number on Hu Liena's identity token.
In Slaughter City, almost no one had a name; all they had were identity numbers and blood-soaked titles.
"Six people? Then it'll be a wait."
Hu Liena nodded.
The Hell Slaughterfield required ten participants to start; if there weren't enough people, they could only wait.
And during the waiting period, participants were not allowed to leave the Hell Slaughterfield.
Of course, waiting participants weren't without benefits; during this time, all requests, as long as they didn't violate the rules of Slaughter City, would be granted.
Perhaps their luck wasn't very good today, as there weren't many participants.
The two waited for more than two hours before ten people, including Hu Liena, were finally gathered.
"I'm going to the spectator stand!"
Ye Chen said to Hu Liena.
For safety, Ye Chen planned to watch every one of Hu Liena's matches.
Although Hu Liena's strength was considerable, and she could generally win even against a Soul Sage (7 Rings), if she unluckily encountered an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, it would be extremely dangerous.
If necessary, Ye Chen could intervene from the spectator stand.
As for whether this violated the rules of Slaughter City? Ye Chen wouldn't care; on Douluo Continent, no matter where, the strongest fist always ruled.
Perhaps he might not be able to defeat Tang Chen, who was Parasite by the Nine Headed Bloody Crimson Bat King, without using Spirit Abilities, but he could certainly forcibly leave Slaughter City with Hu Liena.
Of course, the Slaughter King feared Bibi Dong, the Slaughter God, so Hu Liena would most likely not encounter a Spirit Douluo-level opponent in the Hell Slaughterfield.
Otherwise, Bibi Dong would absolutely slaughter the entire Slaughter City to avenge her disciple.
"Mm."
Hu Liena nodded.
Afterward, Ye Chen headed to the entrance of the spectator stand.
To gain spectator access to the Hell Slaughterfield, one needed a bloody mary as a ticket; otherwise, entry to the spectator stand was impossible.
Ye Chen didn't have one, but it was fine as long as someone else did.
At the entrance, several Fallen Ones carrying bloody marys happened to arrive.
Immediately, Ye Chen stepped forward and stopped the last person.
This was a burly man, with a Scarface extending diagonally from his brow to his chin, looking rather unsightly, but his strength was decent, with a spirit power level of Spirit Emperor (6 Rings) at level 63.
Although this Scarface was the strongest among these Fallen Ones, Ye Chen didn't care; in his eyes, a Spirit Emperor (6 Rings) was not much different from an ordinary person.
"You, give me the bloody mary in your hand!"
Ye Chen, not intending to waste words, spoke directly to Scarface.
He also cast a simple illusion on Scarface, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to get a bloody mary just by talking.
Seeing Ye Chen's actions, the surrounding Fallen Ones immediately prepared to watch the show, anticipating Scarface smashing Ye Chen's head, full of schadenfreude.
However, to their astonishment, Scarface showed no resistance at all, as if he had seen his own father, and respectfully handed the bloody mary in his hand to Ye Chen.
"Good, you're sensible!"
Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction, no longer bothering with Scarface and the others around him.
He took the bloody mary, poured it into a huge container at the entrance, and walked into the spectator stand.
"Hiss—"
After Ye Chen left, the Fallen Ones reacted, all gasping in cold air.
It was clear that the handsome young man just now was definitely a master skilled in mental force.
Freed from Ye Chen's control, Scarface, who had been caught in the illusion, quickly regained his senses.
However, Scarface was also a smart man; he didn't clamor about wanting to get even.
Chapter 323: Outlaw
Since Ye Chen could control him so silently, he must be a powerful figure, definitely not someone he could provoke.
Scarface, having understood this, immediately looked at the Fallen Ones beside him.
He had no bloody mary in his hand, so what should he do if he wanted to go in and watch the match? Of course, he would snatch one! Was he going to bleed himself?
"You, give me the bloody mary in your hand!"
Immediately, mimicking Ye Chen's earlier actions, Scarface pointed at a Fallen One and said.
"This~"
Facing Scarface's suggestion, this Fallen One hesitated, wondering if he should just give in directly, or subtly give in?
That's right, it was giving in, because this Fallen One knew he was no match for Scarface.
However, he couldn't appear too submissive, otherwise, if he was too weak and seen as a soft target, in a man-eat-man place like Slaughter City, everyone would come to bully him!
"You're asking for it!"
Watching the Fallen One fall into hesitation, Scarface had no patience to wait for him to choose. spirit power surged, and a tiger-striped broadsword Spirit materialized in his hand.
A flash of a blade, and this Fallen One, whose strength was merely that of a four-ring Spirit Ancestor, had his head chopped off.
This Fallen One told the others nearby with the price of his life that when it was time to give in, there should be no hesitation, otherwise, it might be too late!
Taking the bloody mary from the Fallen One's hand, Scarface did not forget to say, "Hmph, although I can't compare to that powerful figure just now, I'm not someone you, a mere minnow, can refuse!"
...
After entering the viewing platform, Ye Chen found that the interior of the Hell Slaughterfield was very simple.
The central area was a huge arena with a diameter of over a hundred meters, surrounded by tiers of ascending spectator stands.
In addition to the top of the arena, there was also a layer of blood-stained iron railings around it, resembling a beast-fighting cage.
Of course, Ye Chen knew that a single layer of railings was definitely not made of ordinary steel, otherwise, it would not be of much significance to a Spirit Master.
At this time, the number of spectators in the stands was not large; only about twenty percent of the vast venue was occupied, far less than the Great Spirit Arena outside.
Clearly, bloody mary was not gold coin, and ordinary people could not afford it.
Of course, the 'excitement' or rather, the bloody nature of the Hell Slaughterfield matches, was certainly worth the expensive ticket price.
In a Spirit fight at the Great Spirit Arena, unless it was a death match, there would generally be no life-threatening danger, but in the Hell Slaughterfield, of the ten people who went on stage, at most only one could walk off the ring alive.
There were even instances where all ten participants fell on the ring.
Finding an empty seat, Ye Chen prepared to watch the match.
As soon as he sat down, Ye Chen saw Hu Liena and ten other contestants walk onto the stage one by one.
With Ye Chen's mental force level, he naturally saw through the strength of the other nine at first glance. The highest level was a 59th-level Spirit King, and the lowest was only a 43rd-level Spirit Ancestor. The Charming Fox was sure to win this round.
There were no referees in the Hell Slaughterfield matches. After the ten contestants went on stage, the entrance and exit gates were immediately lowered, and the exit would only be opened after the ten had determined the final winner.
The match began.
Hu Liena had only recently arrived in Slaughter City and had not yet made a name for herself. The others were unaware of her strength, and her spirit power level was not the highest, so she was not targeted by the other nine immediately.
However, while the other nine didn't target her, that didn't mean Hu Liena wouldn't target the other nine.
At the start of the match, Hu Liena transformed into an outlaw, pulling out a Gatling rotary machine gun from her storage spirit tool.
Then, she pressed the trigger, and the six barrels spun wildly, spitting fire. Hot bullets formed a torrent of metal, sweeping wildly towards the nine.
"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!"
In a moment, three opponents were caught off guard, riddled with bullets, and fell into a pool of blood.
Ye Chen, in the stands, suddenly had a sense of déjà vu, like watching an anti-Japanese war drama.
However, in the drama, the soldiers carried broken Czech rifles, while Hu Liena carried a 12.7mm caliber Gatling.
'Too bad it's not shooting blue flames!'
Looking at the orange-red flames from the Gatling's muzzle, Ye Chen felt a bit of pity.
On the arena, seeing Hu Liena take down three opponents in an instant, the remaining six immediately realized something was wrong. They all disengaged from their opponents, preparing to form a temporary alliance to deal with Hu Liena together.
However, how could Hu Liena, who had transformed into an outlaw, be easy to deal with?
With her Demon Fox Spirit attached, Hu Liena's eyes emitted a hazy, enchanting light. mental force surged out, and the six all froze for a moment.
In that brief moment, the scorching torrent of metal arrived.
Blood flowers bloomed, and after Hu Liena emptied a belt of ammunition, five more people were riddled with bullets.
By then, on the arena, besides Hu Liena, only the 59th-level Spirit King with the highest spirit power level remained.
"Haha, little girl, that thing of yours is useless now, isn't it? Let this lord properly dote on you!"
Seeing the strange and terrifying weapon in Hu Liena's hand go silent, the surviving Fallen One immediately laughed triumphantly.
"Hmph~, is it hard to deal with trash like you?"
With a cold snort, Hu Liena put away the Gatling machine gun in her hand, picked up her short sword again, and charged towards the Fallen One.
mental force surged out, and the Fallen One immediately froze for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he only saw a sharp sword slashing towards his neck.
"Puff—"
His head flew, and the Fallen One's consciousness plunged into darkness.
...
"Ye Chen, this thing is going to be useful!"
In the hall of the Hell Slaughterfield, Hu Liena said excitedly to Ye Chen.
"Charming Fox, this is for your protection. If you can avoid using it, try not to, and don't forget your purpose in coming to Slaughter City."
Ye Chen said to Hu Liena with a serious expression.
"Mhm, mhm."
Hu Liena nodded. She came to Slaughter City for training and to obtain the Slaughter God Domain, not just simply to kill people.
Moreover, firearms have great limitations. They are very effective against low-level Spirit Masters, but for true experts, they cannot pose a threat. If one relies too much on them, it would not be good for future growth.
Of course, this only refers to ordinary firearms, not high-level spirit tools or high technology.
"By the way, are you going to participate in a match?"
Hu Liena asked Ye Chen.
"Yes."
"Then you'll have to wait. A match just ended, and it will take some time to gather enough people."
Facing the ninety percent mortality rate of the Hell Slaughterfield, only those truly confident in their own strength would come here to seek death.
If it weren't for the rule in Slaughter City that everyone must participate in a match in the Hell Slaughterfield once a year, it's estimated that no Fallen Ones would come to participate.
Chapter 324 Those who don't come will die!
"I've thought of a way that should allow us to quickly accumulate a hundred consecutive wins."
"Oh? What way?"
Hu Liena asked Ye Chen curiously.
"You'll know soon enough."
Ye Chen said mysteriously, without elaborating.
Even before coming to Slaughter City, Ye Chen knew that due to the extremely high death rate in the Hell Slaughterfield, achieving a hundred consecutive wins in a short period would not be easy.
After all, people are afraid of death. If it weren't for the rules of Slaughter City, almost no one would go to the Hell Slaughterfield to participate in matches with at least a ninety percent death rate.
Moreover, as the number of consecutive wins increased and his fame spread, anyone with a functioning brain would steer clear of him.
Although the Fallen Ones in Slaughter City are mad and bloodthirsty, that doesn't mean they are all brain-dead.
If he didn't use some tricks, trying to get a hundred consecutive wins in a short time would be out of the question.
Fortunately, his mental force was strong enough to subtly control some Fallen Ones with weaker mental force, making them voluntarily sign up for the Hell Slaughterfield to become his easy targets.
However, Ye Chen did not adopt this plan. While it wasn't very difficult, it was quite troublesome, and he had a simpler method.
Among the many Fallen Ones in Slaughter City, there were also experts. Although there wouldn't be any Titled Douluo, there were quite a few who had reached the Eight-Ring Soul Douluo level.
These powerful Fallen Ones usually had many subordinates, establishing themselves as local forces in Slaughter City.
Ye Chen wasn't thinking of replacing them, but rather intimidating them with his powerful strength and making them pay protection fees.
This protection fee was not gold coin, nor bloody mary, but rather having them find people daily to sign up for the Hell Slaughterfield, so that he and Hu Liena could quickly achieve a hundred consecutive wins.
Leaving the Hell Slaughterfield, Ye Chen circulated his spirit power, leaped up, and after a few twists and turns, quickly arrived at the top of the Hell Slaughterfield.
Then, Ye Chen roared to the sky: "All Fallen Ones in Slaughter City whose spirit power level has reached eighty or above, you have ten minutes to come to the Hell Slaughterfield. Those who do not come, die!"
The sound, amplified by his spirit power, traveled very far and quickly spread throughout the inner city of Slaughter City.
...
Inside a dark and spacious hall.
"Those who do not come, die? Interesting, truly too interesting!"
The tall figure sitting on the chair immediately showed a hint of curiosity after hearing the 'notice' issued by Ye Chen.
A cold female voice sounded in the darkness: "Great King, this person is too arrogant. He will definitely not live past today!"
That's right, this tall figure was the Slaughter King, also the missing ancestor of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Chen.
"Is that so? I'm quite looking forward to it!"
Ignoring the woman in the dark, the Slaughter King looked towards the Hell Slaughterfield and muttered.
...
"Those who do not come, die?"
In a stone house, a Burly Man who was exercising on a voluptuous woman, heard Ye Chen's notice and immediately stopped, put on his clothes, and rushed towards the Hell Slaughterfield.
Such arrogant words naturally made the Burly Man want to go and see, as his spirit power level had reached 84, which fell within the range of eighty or above.
If the person who spoke was not strong, needless to say, his fate would only be to become cups of bloody mary.
But if his strength was formidable and he had the right to say such words, then he absolutely had to be present, otherwise wouldn't he die a very unjust death?
In Slaughter City, many Fallen Ones whose level had reached eighty or above held similar thoughts to the Burly Man, but similarly, some also dismissed these words as idle talk and chose to ignore them.
Ye Chen's words were heard by everyone in the inner city of Slaughter City, so there was no shortage of people coming to the Hell Slaughterfield to watch the show.
Within a few minutes, over a thousand Fallen Ones gathered near the Hell Slaughterfield to watch.
It was foreseeable that there would definitely be a good show starting here soon, and these Fallen Ones were very much looking forward to it.
...
Soon, ten minutes passed.
Spreading out his mental force to sense, Ye Chen found that six Fallen Ones with spirit power levels of eighty or above had already arrived at the Hell Slaughterfield, and indeed, quite a few had not come.
However, not all of the Eight-Ring Soul Douluo he sensed who hadn't arrived were Fallen Ones.
After all, in the inner city, there were also quite a few enforcers whose level had reached eighty or above.
Ye Chen didn't immediately go to trouble those Fallen Ones who hadn't arrived, planning to deal with the current situation first.
But since those Fallen Ones didn't come and treated his words as idle talk, they were disrespecting him, so he might as well send them on their way.
Anyway, there were no good people in Slaughter City, so Ye Chen had no psychological burden when taking action.
While Ye Chen was using his mental force to sense, the six Spirit Douluo-level Fallen Ones below were also observing Ye Chen.
As soon as they saw Ye Chen standing at the top of the Hell Slaughterfield, they immediately realized that with their Spirit Douluo-level strength, they couldn't see through Ye Chen's true power at all.
There were only two possibilities: either Ye Chen's strength far surpassed theirs, or Ye Chen possessed a special spirit tool or a Soul Bone Skill that concealed his aura.
Since they were able to come here, it meant all six were intelligent. Without knowing Ye Chen's true power, they wouldn't act rashly, and even if they were to make a move, they couldn't be the first to charge.
Scanning the crowd gathered below, Ye Chen pointed at the six Spirit Douluo-level Fallen Ones and said, "You six, step out!"
Hearing the commanding tone in Ye Chen's voice, the six couldn't help but burn with anger. Which one of them wasn't a renowned expert in Slaughter City?
However, due to not being able to see through Ye Chen's true power, and not wanting to be the first to charge, the six all held back and stood at the entrance of the Hell Slaughterfield.
'Hmm?'
Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. He didn't expect anyone to be the first to charge? This wouldn't do, he was planning to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys!
Otherwise, without a typical example in front of them, what if these six didn't obey?
After thinking for a moment, Ye Chen had an idea.
"You, kneel down!"
Ye Chen pointed at a thin middle-aged man among the six and said.
This thin middle-aged man was the typical example Ye Chen planned to use to establish his authority. There was no other reason; he just glanced at the little fox in the crowd one too many times.
It wasn't that Ye Chen didn't allow others to look at his little fox, but the middle-aged man's gaze was full of lust. No more words, it's you!
As soon as Ye Chen's words came out, the other five immediately distanced themselves from the thin middle-aged man.
Since they could survive in Slaughter City until now, the five were naturally not stupid. They immediately guessed that Ye Chen was preparing to establish his authority, and they all turned into spectators, looking forward to the show starting and also wanting to see how strong Ye Chen truly was.
Chapter 325 Killing the Chicken to Frighten the Monkeys
If he far surpassed them, then there was no need to say; as long as they didn't want to die, they could only obediently listen.
If his strength was insufficient, or only slightly surpassed them, then everyone would go together and reclaim the face they had lost earlier.
"You want me to kneel? Why?"
The thin middle-aged man's face was extremely grim, and he asked Ye Chen in a deep voice.
He wasn't an idiot; he knew that since Ye Chen had made such a grand display and deliberately provoked him, it meant Ye Chen was very confident in his own strength and had the assurance to kill him here.
However, what he couldn't understand was why Ye Chen chose him to establish his authority, as he wasn't the strongest or the weakest among the six.
He didn't seem to have offended Ye Chen before, did he? Logically, shouldn't the target for establishing authority be the strongest one?
"Not kneeling? Then go to hell! Soul Bone Skill: Eye of Corrosive Poison!"
Immediately, as spirit power surged, a dark green light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and a terrifying, dark green giant eye suddenly materialized in the air.
"This is bad!"
Seeing Ye Chen activate his Soul Bone Skill, the thin middle-aged man immediately thought it was bad and prepared to dodge.
However, how could a 100,000-year Soul Bone Skill be so easily avoided?
The terrifying giant eye in the air shot out a emerald green ray, and no matter how the thin middle-aged man dodged left and right, it still accurately hit him.
"Ah—!"
Instantly, the thin middle-aged man, struck in the chest by the Soul Bone Skill: Eye of Corrosive Poison, felt the corrosion of toxins within his body and couldn't help but scream.
Within two seconds of being hit by the emerald green ray, the thin middle-aged man's exposed neck and shoulders all showed an unusual dark green color, which quickly spread throughout his entire body.
Accompanying the thin middle-aged man's screams, the toxins from the Soul Bone Skill: Eye of Corrosive Poison completely erupted.
Flesh dissolved, bones decayed; in less than ten seconds, all that remained at the thin middle-aged man's original position were some clothes, a decayed skeleton, and a pool of pus.
The thin middle-aged man never knew until his death that the cause of his demise was merely looking at someone's sister in the crowd one too many times.
What Ye Chen found somewhat regrettable was that no Spirit Bone dropped from the thin middle-aged man.
'It seems that Spirit Bones are rare items, whether in Slaughter City or the outside world!'
Ye Chen thought to himself.
"Hiss—"
Seeing this scene, whether it was the many Fallen Ones gathered around to watch the show, or the five Eight-Ring Soul Douluo called out by Ye Chen, all gasped.
Especially those five Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, cold sweat was now seeping from their backs.
One had to know, if Ye Chen hadn't called out the thin middle-aged man just now, it would have been one of the five of them.
It could be said that all five of them had walked through the gates of hell.
"Your Excellency, what do you wish to command? Please speak freely; we will do our utmost!"
After regaining their senses, the Burly Man among the five immediately spoke respectfully to Ye Chen.
"'Blood Axe' is right; Your Excellency, whatever you need us to do, just command us!"
After the Burly Man, also known as 'Blood Axe,' spoke, the other four immediately followed suit.
"Very good. Starting today, I want you five to find eighteen people every day to sign up for the Hell Slaughterfield. If you can't do it, then please, the five of you can hit the road! Trust me, you won't escape."
Ye Chen nodded in satisfaction, stated his demand to the five, and also threatened them.
Arranging eighteen people every day meant that he and Hu Liena would each fight one match.
A hundred consecutive victories? That's only a hundred days, just over three months.
As for how the five would find people to participate in the Hell Slaughterfield matches, that was none of Ye Chen's business; he only wanted the result, not the process.
Anyway, every single Fallen One in Slaughter City was definitely not innocent.
As for not having enough people? That was impossible. Just the Fallen Ones currently gathered around the Hell Slaughterfield already numbered two thousand, not to mention many more who hadn't come to join the fun.
Furthermore, while the Hell Slaughterfield consumed participants quickly, Slaughter City also had its replenishment; a considerable number of Fallen Ones came to Slaughter City and entered the inner city every day.
"Your Excellency, we guarantee to fulfill your request!"
Listening to Ye Chen's demands, the Burly Man and the other four immediately breathed a collective sigh of relief.
As the saying goes, better a dead fellow Taoist than a dead poor Taoist. Isn't it just forcing some Fallen Ones to participate? For them, this was not an impossible task.
Anyway, no matter what, forcing those Fallen Ones to sign up for the competition was much better than dealing with Ye Chen, whose strength's lower limit surpassed theirs and whose upper limit was unknown.
As soon as these words were spoken, the many Fallen Ones who had spontaneously gathered to watch the show immediately froze.
Good heavens, would they themselves become one of those eighteen people every day in the future?
Especially for those Fallen Ones who weren't very strong and had no backing, this was absolutely a very real possibility.
...
The Burly Man and the other four were very efficient. In less than half an hour, they found seven unlucky souls.
Adding Ye Chen and two Fallen Ones who had already signed up, they gathered enough for the Hell Slaughterfield's ten-person group match.
The process goes without saying; with Ye Chen's strength, facing these weaklings whose levels were all below 60, it was naturally effortless.
He didn't even use his Soul Bone Skill; he just glared, and a powerful mental force surged out, causing the other nine to immediately pull out their personal weapons or Spirits and slit their own throats.
It only took a few seconds on the field for Ye Chen to achieve his first victory in the Hell Slaughterfield.
Half an hour later, the Burly Man and the other four again gathered nine people, offering them up as kills to Ye Chen, allowing him to achieve his second consecutive victory.
Of course, in order to gather the nine people to be sacrificed, the Burly Man and the other four also killed more than a dozen Fallen Ones outside the Hell Slaughterfield.
Why would Fallen Ones agree to be sacrificed to Ye Chen in the Hell Slaughterfield, even knowing it meant death?
This was naturally because there was a big difference between different ways of dying. Being sacrificed to Ye Chen was quick and clean, without suffering too much.
The Burly Man and the other four were not good people. If one didn't agree to be sacrificed to Ye Chen, they would have to 'enjoy' themselves thoroughly before dying.
After all, there were countless ways in this world to make life worse than death.
Moreover, forcing Fallen Ones to sign up for the competition was not considered a violation of Slaughter City's rules. After all, the price of failure in the Hell Slaughterfield was the loss of life; there would absolutely be no situation where someone would throw a match.
"Ye Chen, where are we going now?"
After leaving the Hell Slaughterfield, Hu Liena asked Ye Chen.
"Some people aren't obedient, and since I have time now, I'll go deal with them."
Ye Chen said indifferently.
He hadn't forgotten that there were still some Fallen Ones above level eighty who hadn't honestly come over earlier!