"You must be new to Slaughter City. Are you perhaps the descendant of one of the Gods of Slaughter?"
The Narrator couldn't hide her astonishment at Ye Feng's composed demeanor, prompting her to ask.
This was the first time she had seen someone so unfazed.
Slaughter City was a place where people only entered—never left. Unless one was a God of Slaughter, no one could possibly know what it was truly like.
"I just adapt quickly," Ye Feng replied casually, clearly unwilling to elaborate.
"Well then, it's been a while since someone interesting arrived in Slaughter City. The two of you might just bring some extra excitement~"
The Narrator licked her lips, as if anticipating something.
After all, strength was the only thing that mattered in Slaughter City. Knowing the rules beforehand wouldn't make a difference.
Arriving full of confidence, only to die in despair—that was Slaughter City's finest entertainment.
"Let's go. Take us to the Hell Slaughter Arena." Ye Feng glanced around, finding nothing of interest, and decided to head straight for the fights.
A hundred matches—better to finish them sooner rather than later.
Ye Feng planned to wrap up his time in Slaughter City within a month.
If he were to train normally, two or three months would suffice. There was no need to waste time here.
"Very well, follow me."
The Narrator could tell these two weren't Fallen Ones but had come specifically for Slaughter City, so she didn't bother explaining further.
To truly understand Slaughter City, the Hell Slaughter Arena was an unavoidable experience.
...
Moments later.
The three arrived before a massive conical structure.
The base of the conical building was the widest, narrowing as it rose, resembling the ancient Roman colosseums from Ye Feng's past life—only much smaller.
The black structure exuded an oppressive aura. Towering ten meters high, its grand entrance was carved with intricate patterns forming the shape of a dark-red bat, lifelike in its detail.
"This is the Hell Slaughter Arena. You can register with your identity tokens and wait for the slaughter to begin."
"Each match consists of ten participants. Only when a single survivor remains will the battle conclude."
"The Hell Slaughter Arena has spectator stands. To watch, you must offer a Bloody Mary as admission—either your own or someone else's."
The Narrator explained slowly.
"I'll go first."
Qian Renxue, driven by her Competitive Spirit, decisively stepped ahead of Ye Feng and entered the Hell Slaughter Arena.
After handing her identity token to the guards, she was immediately escorted to the preparation area.
"She's special to you, isn't she? Aren't you worried? Why not go in and watch?"
The Narrator turned to Ye Feng, curiosity in her voice.
"No need."
Ye Feng's eyes flickered as he shook his head lightly.
His "Starry Eyes" granted him X-ray vision. Standing here, he could see everything happening inside the Hell Slaughter Arena.
The interior of the arena was crude—rows of spectator stands rose in tiers, while below lay a vast open space spanning over a hundred square meters.
The enormous seating area was sparsely occupied by just a few dozen people.
Inside the arena, screams echoed continuously. Soon, nine corpses littered the ground.
A blood-soaked figure collapsed, crawling weakly toward the victor's gate...
But his injuries were too severe. Halfway there, he finally succumbed, dying on the spot.
10 participants, total annihilation.
Ye Feng withdrew his gaze and looked toward the preparation area.
As a newcomer, the matchmaking was swift. The moment Qian Renxue entered, she was matched with nine unlucky souls.
The ten of them walked slowly into the vast arena through ten different gates.
Most of the people here were Fallen Ones—death row prisoners sent by the Spirit Hall—dressed in tattered rags.
Only Qian Renxue stood out, clad in resplendent attire, radiant and immaculate.
In an instant, all nine pairs of eyes locked onto her.
Perhaps they thought she was an easy target, or maybe it was envy or resentment.
Or perhaps it was the faint aura of sanctity emanating from Qian Renxue, so out of place in this hellish setting.
As if by silent agreement, the nine raised their weapons and began encircling her.
"Kill her!!"
"Damn bitch, how dare she dress so finely!"
"Heh, another newcomer. I won't let you die too quickly..."
"I suggest we capture her first, let my little brother have a go—"
"Swish—"
Mid-sentence, a streak of silver-white light flashed before their eyes.
The next moment.
Before they could even register what had happened, a sharp pain seared their necks.
"Thud, thud, thud, thud—"
Nine fresh heads soared into the air, arterial blood gushing like fountains, spraying three to four meters high.
"Thump, thump, thump—"
Lifeless bodies crumpled to the ground, the severed heads rolling far across the floor.
Crimson blood splattered the ground, but the arena's grid-like floor absorbed it all, draining the scarlet tide into unseen depths below.
The spectators were stunned into silence, only erupting into cheers after a long pause.
"Boring."
Ignoring the clamor, Qian Renxue sheathed her greatsword and strode toward the open exit.
Moments later.
She emerged.
"Huh? That fast?"
The Narrator blinked in disbelief as Qian Renxue reappeared so soon—without a single trace of battle on her.
Though stationed at the Hell Slaughter Arena's entrance, the Narrator was too far from the combat zone to hear anything inside, leaving her clueless about the specifics.
"Impressive. Clean and efficient."
Ye Feng gave Qian Renxue an approving nod.
"Hmph, of course. Just a bunch of trash. One slash was all it took~"
For some reason, Ye Feng's praise filled Qian Renxue with indescribable delight, her tone brimming with smug satisfaction.
"One slash... Are you sure you're just a Soul Saint?" The Narrator couldn't hide her skepticism at Qian Renxue's boast.
She acknowledged Qian Renxue's strength, but Soul Masters deprived of their Soul Skills lost ninety-nine percent of their combat prowess.
She'd even witnessed Soul Grandmasters and Spirit Kings fall to mere martial artists.
For this woman to annihilate nine opponents in a single strike defied belief.
"A hundred consecutive wins doesn't seem hard. If all battles are at this level, I could finish in a day." Qian Renxue shot the Narrator a disdainful glance, her challenge unmistakable.
"Heh, you think Slaughter City is only about killing? Many shared your arrogance. In the end, they all became glasses of Bloody Mary."
The Narrator also let out a cold laugh, clearly somewhat unconvinced.
The true danger of Slaughter City wasn't the Hell Slaughter Arena, but the ever-growing bloodlust.
No matter how powerful one might be, if they couldn't control their bloodlust, they would eventually go completely mad.
Such lunatics would destroy themselves without anyone needing to kill them.
"One hundred matches a day might be too much, but ten is doable," Ye Feng said as he walked toward the gates of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Although Qian Renxue wanted to go in and watch the matches, she ultimately decided against it.
It wasn't because she lacked a Bloody Mary—she simply felt Ye Feng would finish very quickly.
It would be awkward if she hadn't even entered yet by the time he finished his fight.
Besides, one match was far from her limit.
A hundred matches a day might be impossible, but ten would be effortless.
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