"The person you mentioned is her?" The captain and vice-captain of the Black Armored Knights stood in the observation room reserved for the officials of Slaughter City, looking through the window at the scene on the fighting stage.
"That's right. She participates in Slaughter City's battles every other day," the black-veiled girl nodded slightly. "Aside from the first three matches, which followed the normal combat rules, the subsequent four were conducted under new regulations."
Slaughter City had two battle modes.
The first was a ten-person free-for-all, where only one victor emerged from each match, and all the losers perished.
The second mode was the Challenge Mode, where the challenger had to face one hundred opponents.
Victory was achieved by defeating all one hundred alone, and the record for such battles was set at ten wins.
However, among the hundred being challenged, if any one of them managed to kill the challenger, it would count as a victory for them.
This "unfair" rule meant that very few dared to participate in the Hundred-Man Challenge.
"Even the Asura King only fought two battles like this. Is the woman below really that strong?"
The captain of the Black Armored Knights turned his head toward the black-veiled girl. "You said she participates in a Hundred-Man Challenge every other day, and this is her fifth one. Am I understanding correctly?"
"Yes," the black-veiled girl nodded.
"Has she not been attacked on her way back?" The vice-captain, a masked elder with light-colored hair, spoke up. "With only a day's rest, does she not feel exhaustion?"
Slaughter City had no rules—winning a match didn't guarantee safety. Countless Soul Masters had been killed after their victories.
"This…" The black-veiled girl hesitated for a moment before replying, "Even in the Hundred-Man Challenge, she doesn't seem to be using her full strength. As for the specifics… I'm not entirely sure. You'll have to see for yourselves."
"Sigh…" The black-veiled girl sighed.
She never expected that the newcomer she had guided not long ago—a young lady who seemed untouched by the mortal world—would be this powerful… and elegant!
After so many battles, not a single drop of blood had stained her skirt.
Not only that, but no matter what kind of ambush was attempted, it was as if she had foreseen it all.
She was even more terrifying than that hundred-win Asura King, Tang San!
The noisy clamor of the audience reached even the officials' viewing room, where soundproofing was not a priority.
"Looks like it's about to begin." The Black Armored Captain crossed his arms, looking down at the Hell Killing Arena through the window. "Let me see what you're made of."
"Whether I recommend you to the great King will depend on your performance this time. But if you die here, it'll all be for nothing."
"A genius is only a genius if they grow to their full potential. Those who fall midway are merely stillborn."
Over the years in Slaughter City, he had seen far too many "falling stars."
Even among those personally brought in by the great King—if not for the King's prior orders forbidding their deaths—only Zhu Zhuqing and that Asura King, Tang San, would have made it out alive.
The Black Armored Captain, lost in thought, snapped back to attention and focused his gaze on the arena.
His pupils abruptly contracted.
"It really is a soul skill… No, wait, this doesn't seem like a soul skill…"
She wasn't using her Martial Soul, and the energy felt strange.
As a Title Douluo, he was far more sensitive to soul power fluctuations than ordinary Soul Masters.
The power that girl was using was bizarre, and she hadn't even summoned her Martial Soul.
Though burning with curiosity, he suppressed it for now.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
...
Over a dozen gunshots echoed across the arena.
Ning Rongrong's ghostly figure weaved through the crowd.
The Soul Masters couldn't even track her movements, and with each gunshot, multiple opponents collapsed, their foreheads pierced by bullets.
"Damn it, but there's only one of her!"
"Woman, don't get too cocky!" A rather plump Soul Emperor roared, trying to dispel his own fear with sheer volume as he thrust his staff toward Ning Rongrong's chest.
Yet, his weapon passed right through her.
"What?!"
The staff hadn't hit anything. The fat Soul Emperor froze in shock.
"Is it fun stabbing at an illusion?"
"You—" The fat Soul Master barely had time to react before his consciousness rapidly faded.
In his dazed state, the edges of his vision blurred with crimson.
BOOM!
The powerful Soul Emperor collapsed with a heavy thud, his bulk sending up a cloud of dust that settled over his lifeless eyes.
"Hah! Take this!"
Three throwing daggers shot toward Ning Rongrong from behind.
"Too slow."
With a casual flick of her hand, she caught all three spinning daggers between her fingers.
She then hurled them back at the attacker.
The daggers flew faster than before, streaking toward the Soul Master.
Ning Rongrong raised her gun.
Bang!
Bang!
Two bullets of condensed zhenqi struck two of the daggers, altering their trajectories at an incredibly precise angle.
Shhk!
Shhk!
Shhk!
The three daggers flew in different directions, striking three opponents simultaneously.
Instantly, three more Soul Masters clutched their slit throats, blood gushing as they crumpled to the ground.
Under Ning Rongrong's stylish dominance, the original hundred-strong battlefield was now reduced to fewer than twenty.
Yet, her breathing remained steady, showing no signs of exhaustion.
The Soul Masters of Slaughter City were already on edge.
Now, seven or eight of them snapped, launching reckless attacks in their madness.
Ning Rongrong didn't dodge.
"They've gone insane already?" Her eyelids flickered slightly, her skirt fluttering gently. "Well, I suppose I can use this here. After all, this is Slaughter City."
A bullet unlike any before—wrapped in silver-blue-white energy—flew toward the remaining twenty or so opponents.
Just before reaching them, the bullet suddenly stopped mid-air.
The surrounding space began to distort.
Ning Rongrong holstered her weapon, watching the frozen bullet.
"Leo Bullet—Spatial Quake."
The moment her voice fell—
BOOOOM!
The bullet erupted in a blinding flash, engulfing the remaining Soul Masters.
Then came the screams—agonized, wordless howls that shook even the spectators and the three observers in the viewing room.
The light persisted for seven or eight seconds before the distorted space smoothed back to normal.
By then, the arena held only one person standing—Ning Rongrong.
Everyone else was gone.
"A single move… annihilated over twenty people, including several Soul Kings."
Most terrifying of all—
Not a single soul ring had appeared the entire time.
Absolutely horrifying.