"Looking Back and Digging, dead!"
In a pitch-black room sat several Soul Douluo-level existences, all of whom had just remotely witnessed the White Queen kill Looking Back and Digging.
"The White Queen!" A short-haired man with a scar on his face sneered from the side. "Her reputation is well-deserved. After the Hundred-Man Matches began, the only one who could achieve consecutive victories back then was that Asura King."
"The White Queen's strength is likely far superior to that of the Asura King Tang Yin, who relied on peculiar abilities."
Even the Asura King had only ever killed an 81st-ranked Soul Douluo—one who couldn't use soul skills at that. His overall strength was only at the Soul Emperor level, completely incomparable to Looking Back and Digging, who had just faced the White Queen.
Looking Back and Digging had also been careless, failing to immediately activate his Martial Soul and soul skills. But even if he had, the White Queen had killed him effortlessly. He would've still lost miserably.
"Hmph, no matter how strong the White Queen is, if we all rush her at once, she might not be able to kill all of us."
A man with a rough appearance and messy hair slammed his hand on the table. "There are a hundred of us—how could we possibly lose to her?"
"Don't forget, in this Hundred-Man Battle, we're the dominant force."
Even without Looking Back and Digging, they still had three Soul Douluo among them.
"Then let's wait and see!" A young man with a rooster-comb hairstyle grinned. "I've almost fully adapted to my power. It's been too long since I've used soul skills, so I'm a bit rusty. Thankfully, the envoy delayed our participation."
The scarred man glanced coldly at the rooster-comb youth. "Even if they promised me a spot in the enforcement team, failure means we get nothing."
"Compared to us, the Asura God probably values the White Queen more." The scarred man's tone was icy. "We might just be expendable."
His words plunged the other two into silence.
It was an obvious truth.
There was no way to refute it.
Preparing so many Soul Emperors and Soul Sages…
Aside from wanting to kill the White Queen, another reason was that they might just be stepping stones for her growth.
"Isn't that fun?" The rooster-comb youth chuckled. "Being a stepping stone for a genius is still a glorious role for people like us."
"Besides… don't you want a taste of that pristine White Queen?"
The rooster-comb man toyed with a dagger in his hand, bringing it to his lips and lightly licking it.
"Wouldn't it be interesting to corrupt someone like her?"
"She'd have far more flavor than the women of Slaughter City."
"The envoy promised that if we win, the White Queen will be handed over to us to deal with."
"Hmph! Don't lose your life before that happens." The scarred man shot a cold glance at the rooster-comb youth.
The three Soul Douluo continued discussing in the modestly sized room.
Several days passed like this.
Ning Rongrong signed up once again for the Hundred-Man Hell Slaughter Tournament.
After waiting only an afternoon, she was notified that the match would begin the next morning.
"This time, gathering a hundred people was pretty fast!" Ning Rongrong was currently on her way to the arena.
Previously, the Hundred-Man Matches required a few days of preparation—at least until enough participants were gathered.
But this time, from registration to the start, it was just a single process.
She had signed up in the afternoon, and the match was starting the next morning.
"As I thought, I'm being targeted."
Ning Rongrong confirmed it once more in her heart.
"Soul Douluo, huh?"
If this were the outside world, bound by rules, as a weak, pitiful, and helpless support-type Soul Master, she might stand no chance against them. But now…
"Well, thank you for Slaughter City's generosity."
After this match, Kurumi would likely recover most of her strength.
Ning Rongrong twisted and turned through the corridors before soon arriving at the arena and meeting the staff.
"Here, my token." Even without presenting it, given Ning Rongrong's current fame and her unique appearance, the Slaughter City officials in charge of maintaining order recognized her immediately.
"Understood, Lady White Queen. I'll escort you to the arena now."
After more winding paths, Ning Rongrong arrived at the usual cramped waiting room.
She extended her perception outward.
A moment later, her brows furrowed slightly.
"Are you people selecting suitable candidates to join the Clear Sky Sect, or are you planning a humane extermination?"
Aside from the three Soul Douluo, not a single one of the remaining participants was below Soul King level.
As the doors on both sides opened, a sliver of light shone through, bringing a faint warmth to the cold, gloomy space.
Ning Rongrong stepped through the doorway and into the arena. Once she was fully inside, the surrounding space was already filled with the other participants—or rather, the opposing team.
Among the hundred Soul Masters, there were both men and women, though females made up only a small portion. Most were male.
"White Queen, today we'll be the ones to end your winning streak."
The rooster-comb youth swaggered forward, a baseball bat resting on his shoulder, exuding the aura of a street thug.
"Heh, you're quite the looker. I wonder if your skills are just as impressive."
"My skills? You won't live long enough to find out. Besides, all of you will die here." Ning Rongrong's cold gaze swept over the hundred Soul Masters, who had gradually spread out and assumed formation.
"Hahahaha, die?" The rooster-comb youth burst into laughter, using his free hand to slowly point his thumb at himself.
"You think I'm some trash like the ones you've killed before?"
"Relax, this Hell Slaughter Tournament has the Asura God's approval. You don't have to die. But… you know the consequences of losing a Hell Match, right?"
Consequences? What consequences?
A defeat CG?
Joke's on you—you'd have to win first!
Ning Rongrong internally mocked them for a moment before narrowing her eyes. "The Asura God…"
Rumors had it that over the past few months, the Asura God had been cultivating in the highest palace. She didn't know the specifics, but even though he had personally given the order, he hadn't bothered to come watch the match.
Toot—
A whistle blew, marking the official start of the Hell Slaughter Challenge.
"Come on, let's dance!" The rooster-comb youth leaped into the air. "Martial Soul, Possession!"
Then, he landed dozens of meters away, retreating to the rear.
Ning Rongrong: "..."
Impressive!
She had thought he was reckless, but after activating his Martial Soul, he immediately retreated.
What a sneaky, cautious bastard.
Nearby, the scarred man bellowed:
"Assault-type Soul Masters, advance! Agility-type Soul Masters, strike at the right moment!"
"Support Soul Masters, focus on backing us up! If we take down the White Queen today, tomorrow I'll treat you all to a feast! Charge!"
A hundred Soul Masters simultaneously activated their Martial Souls and unleashed their soul skills.
This was something unprecedented in the history of the Hell Slaughter Arena. Though Slaughter City was a dangerous place, many Soul Masters still came to watch the matches. Witnessing this scene, the audience was stunned.
What was going on?
In Slaughter City, only those recognized by the Asura God were supposed to be able to use soul skills, right?
Had these people joined the enforcement team?
The spectators whispered among themselves.
No matter how chaotic the outside chatter was, the battle between Ning Rongrong and the hundred-strong army of Soul Masters raged on fiercely.