Tang San smiled slightly, saying:
"I call it a sleeve dart, it's also known as a silent sleeve dart. It only requires using a switch and three darts inside will shoot according to your control. It can fire one, and also can fire all three at once. Because the noise of launching is very small, it's not easy for the opponent to detect, therefore, when confronting enemies on par with you, it's able to produce very good effect."
Xiao Wu astonished said:
"Before when we exchanged pointers, how come I did not see you using this kind of thing?"
Tang San smiled calmly, saying:
"Blockhead, we are fellow students, and also friends. How could I use this kind of deadly weapon? Still remember that time I used stones to hit you? You think, that was only coincidence? Look, over there is a mosquito."
Xiao Wu followed the direction of Tang San's finger, three metres away, sure enough was a buzzing mosquito flying, and it could with difficulty be seen with the aid of moonlight.
"If I told you I could hit its left wing, and not kill it, what would you say?"
Xiao Wu stared at him saying:
"Are you joking?"
Purple light flashed in Tang San's eyes, abruptly raising his right hand, a faint shadow softly passed, and that mosquito disappeared in thin air.
Pulling Xiao Wu's hand, Tang San said:
"Follow me."
Pulling her to walk a short distance to stop before a large tree, not needing Tang San's finger, Xiao Wu also could distinctly see, on the tree trunk was a three cun long steel needle, glittering under the illumination of starlight.
Nailed by the needle to the tree, something seemingly struggled with all its effort.
Xiao Wu lowering her head for a careful look, and could not help but shocked make a strangled sound. Under that needle was nailed that same mosquito, the steel needle piercing the mosquito's left wing, firmly sewing it to the tree, and by that mosquito's thrashing about, obviously without danger to its life.
"Ho-, how did you do this?"
Xiao Wu gasping with astonishment looked towards Tang San. If not because she had all along been together with Tang San, she even would have thought this was prepared in advance.
Tang San pulled out the steel needle, when he again opened his hand, the steel needle had already disappeared,
"This is my secret, I call it hidden weapons, even dad doesn't know. I only want to tell you, I have the strength to protect my own little sister."
Regarding new things, Xiao Wu was always very interested, excitedly shaking Tang San's hand and saying:
"Good big brother, can't you teach me that."
Tang San said with a wry smile:
"With your violent tendencies, if you also learned hidden weapons, who knows how many people would suffer disaster. And also hidden weapon cultivation is not an overnight matter. The sleeve dart I gave you is also a kind of hidden weapon, so first grasp using it well."
Wanting to study Tang sect hidden weapons certainly was not easy, first of all one must have Mysterious Heaven skill as foundation, and Xiao Wu's spirit power already was not weak, cultivating Mysterious Heaven skill anew was clearly impossible. Tang San had already secretly resolved, afterward he would make some mechanism type hidden weapons equipment for her body. This should also be considered as sufficient.
Tang San personally put on the sleeve dart on Xiao Wu's left arm, properly adjusting the sleeve dart's size, completely fitting to Xiao Wu's wrist, afterwards he explained once the silent sleeve dart's use method details to Xiao Wu, letting her try it out several times. Xiao Wu was practically immediately in love with this treasure.
As Xiao Wu left to one side to try shooting the sleeve dart, Tang San slowly raised his head, watching the stars overhead, saying to himself:
"Dad, do you truly fear I would be unable to become strong at your side? You be at ease, I will work hard at cultivation, become a true man. Inevitable one day, I will become your pride."
"Tang Sect, I already left you for six years, but I will always be a Tang sect person, in this Douluo Continent, I definitely will carry on Tang Sect's everything to new heights."
A pair of hands like shining white jade suddenly threw out, light like countless threads of silvery light towered up, and in Tang San's eyes already was a purple radianance.
In slauther city.....
Everyone who came to Slaughter City struggled on the line of death each day, and all would subsequently be corrupted. Especially men. Because under this enormous pressure, each person needed a way for relief. But Chen yang didn't. After the fights ended, he would always cultivate in a cabin. He only left to go to Hell Slaughter Arena.
It was unknown how many women wanted to throw themselves into the arms of this Asura King, but what met them was only C.Y ice cold murderous spirit.
Nine people, attacking from nine different directions, but there wasn't the slightest bit of confusion in his mind. His figure flickering as if illusory, there seemed to be springs under his feet. C.Y had already dodged in front of a shuddering opponent in a split second.
The next moment, the steel knife in that man's hand was already embedded in his neck.
Turning, kicking, hands flying up.
Countless bright crystal rays of light shot out of C.Y's palms, brilliant steel needle after needle. Surging out, cutting through the air with ear-piercing sounds. Blood curdling screams rose and fell in succession.
Able to survive through Chen Yang's hidden weapons, were only three people.
It wasn't because they could dodge C.Y hidden weapons, but rather because they had grabbed their companions as shields in front of them, or to be precise, their corpses.
Two sixtieth ranked, one seventieth ranked. Or two Spirit Emperors and one Spirit Sage.
If they could use spirit abilities, these three were enough to threaten the life of the only 45+ something ranked Chen yang. But this was Slaughter City. Passing the forging of three great immortal herbs and two great spirit bones, C.Y's physical power was an unknown amount higher than theirs. Spirit power was admittedly important, but first came technique. Spirit power wasn't absolute.
These three moved simultaneously. All held a body in one hand, a weapon in the other. Under the effect of their deep spirit power, they charged at C.Y from three corners. Their minds were already locked in on this sixty seven victory Asura King. They knew that the outcome lay in this one move, and they only had this one chance.
'Want to block my hidden weapons? Fine, then I'll let you die from hidden weapons.'
Body hastily rotating one turn, nobody clearly saw just what C.Y did with his hands. Nine thin as willow leaf arcing flying knives already flew out from him.
C.Y hidden weapons ninth rank, Phoenix Guides Nine Chicks.
Nine flying knives were like nine phoenixes flapping their wings and crying, swaying in the air.
After three seconds, this battle stopped. On C.Y shoulder was a blood scar. That was left behind by the Spirit Sage among the opponents. Unfortunately, before cutting C.Y, there was already a flying knife embedded in the center of his back, the two big arteries on the side of his neck were also simultaneously cut by the other two flying knives. Consequently, that dagger filled with spirit power only managed to leave a three cunone long wound on C.Y.
The battle was over, but C.Y was in no hurry to leave. He slowly walked over to each of his opponents, and stomped.
Skulls shattered like chicken eggs under his feet, but the white light emitted under his feet kept even a drop of gore from landing on him.
Previous battles told C.Y that as long as an opponent's head wasn't crushed, he couldn't relax his vigilance. In order to learn this, he had once paid the price of three broken ribs.
He retrieved the hidden weapons one by one from the enemies bodies, storing them in Soul ring. This was Slaughter City, and he couldn't replenish his hidden weapons, so he had to treasure the life saving cards he had.
Sixty eight victories, this was C.Y's current record.
...
Slaughter City, a dark and expansive room.
There was an especially enormous chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystal. These crystals drew the outline of a drum tower shape[2]. Besides this chair, everything here was dark red.
"Asura King won another match."
A gloomy and cold female voice echoed in the dark room.
"I know."
A tall silhouette sat in the giant chair. His appearance couldn't be seen clearly in the darkness, it was only apparent that he was slim.
"Great king. Won't we start to contact him? Slaughter City already hasn't had a true power join for a very long time."
"Do you believe he is truly a power?"
The tall man sitting in the chair asked.
"At least in technique, he is. Asura King seems born for Slaughter City. His spirit power isn't especially strong, but all his techniques are terrifyingly powerful. Even if there was a Title Douluo in Slaughter City, they still might not be able to kill him without use of spirit powers. I can be sure that Asura King has at least one spirit bone."
The Slaughter King was silent a moment,
"Then do you believe he can complete one hundred matches and challenge the Hell Road?"
"Completing one hundred victories is only a matter of time. But as for Hell Road, perhaps he won't be able to."
The Slaughter King coldly said:
"No need to contact him."
"Why? Great king, don't tell me you don't want our Slaughter City to grow more powerful? Even though we had a pact with Spirit Hall a thousand years ago, who knows whether they'll tear it up one day?"
The Slaughter King coldly said:
"Spirit Hall doesn't have time to care about us right now. One month ago, there was a visitor. Do you remember?"
"Visitor?"
"Yes. One of the two living Deathgods of the present age."
"Don't tell me, that Asura King and that Deathgod are related?"
The ice cold woman shuddered.
The Slaughter King indifferently said:
"You guessed right. If you're speaking of true threats to Slaughter City in this world, then that isn't Spirit Hall, but rather these two Deathgods. They, even I couldn't offend. You should know that people who have passed the Hell Road can still use spirit abilities within the range of Slaughter City. And this Asura King was delivered there by the most terrifying of the two Deathgods. Just let nature take it's course. Even if I don't want another Deathgod to appear either, I'm even less willing to see that Deathgod's fury."
The ice cold female voice drew a deep breath,
"Mighty Slaughter King, I fear he will bring Slaughter City some unforeseen consequences. After all, the appearance of each Deathgod will be accompanied by a crisis for Slaughter City. Isn't there an admonishment like that on our Slaughter City's wall of legends? Deathgod descent, hell disaster. In the previous few times, each time a Deathgod appeared, there would be disastrous harm to Slaughter City, if there truly is another this time, I fear..."
The Slaughter King lowered his voice:
"I've anticipated this question as well.
With a wave of a big hand, a deep red liquid flew out from in front of him. In the darkness in front of him was unexpectedly an enormous blood pool, filled with viscous blood.
Gaping and swallowing the blood, in that dim light, two fierce teeth were vaguely revealed.
...
Passing time waiting and cultivation, sitting crosslegged in his small cabin, Chen Yang entire body was constantly reached by burst after burst of chills. The tremendous murderous spirit continuously revolved around his body, and also influenced him.
He had already been here for close to two years, and the distance to the champion title in the Hell Slaughter Arena was only one final match. However, C.Y discovered that he was about to collapse.
In two years, the people who had died by his hands far surpassed a thousand. Even though those people were all evil and depraved, with each person he killed, C.Y would feel his own murderous spirit rapidly increase somewhat. And this killing intent also constantly imperceptibly influenced him.
The reason why it had taken two years to gradually approach the final one hundredth victory, besides the issue of the number of people, was even more because of C.Y own problem.
The constantly rising killing intent was nothing much when it just started rising, but as the number of people C.Y massacred here surpassed a hundred, he discovered that this killing intent began to influence his will. Just at the start, he would only occasionally display a blood thirsty state of mind, but as time grew longer, the slaughter aura also became ever more clear. It was as if he wanted to kill any living organism he looked at. Casually killing people was as simple as crushing ants.
Therefore, besides participating in the matches, C.Y cultivation was no longer mainly in the direction of increasing his spirit power, but rather to suppress the ever stronger murderous spirit. Fortunately his spirit soul was eye which increases its mental control capability was extremely powerful, and he wasn't controlled by that idea of massacre.
At the same time, C.Y slaughtering in the matches could be considered a channel to vent.
Until not long ago, after C.Y completed ninety nine fights in the Hell Slaughter Arena, he faintly sensed that he was almost unable to contain the murderous spirit within him.
After three days, Hell Slaughter Arena.
Hong——
The final opponent's head exploded under Chen Yang's Clear Sky Hammer. Even he couldn't help raising his hands high right now, without the slightest reservation releasing the terrifying blood reeking slaughter aura from his entire body.
One hundred fights. The agreement with his teacher was finally fulfilled. Close to physical killing intent formed an enormous whirlpool in the air. In the large area surrounding the ring, the numerous spectating degenerates were as quiet as crows and peacocks under the effect of the tremendous murderous spirit.
The two words Asura King were just like the emblem of the god of death. This point was completely different from the status of the winner of the previous match.
Each person believed that the Asura King was the most terrifying existence, because his opponent's never left behind intact corpses, or even heads. No matter alive or dead, the Asura King would always stomp the skull of each of his enemies to ensure his victory.
Perhaps killing intent and strength weren't directly proportional, but right now, C.Y was the opponent anyone in Slaughter City was least willing to face.
"Congratulations, young Asura King."
A deep and sharp voice suddenly came from every direction. The killing intent C.Y released unexpectedly was instantly poured in reverse by this voice, once again pressed into his body, immediately making C.Y expression turn pale.
The atmosphere in the Hell Slaughter Arena immediately rose to its peak, because in midair, a blood red silhouette just dropped from the sky.
"Slaughter King, Slaughter King, Slaughter King..."
The degenerates shouted until their throats were hoarse, without showing the slightest intent of stopping.
C.Y's heart shivered, gazing at that scarlet figure in the air.
That was a tall man, his whole body wrapped up in an enormous scarlet cloak.
Pale face, a pair of completely blood red eyes, he descended gently from the air, apparently not suffering the constraints of any gravity.
C.Y had once seen the same sight with his teacher. He could be certain that this falling from the air Slaughter King was definitely a Title Douluo level power.
Floating in the air five meters from the ground, the Slaughter King stopped descending, looking down at C.Y from the air, that deep sharp voice echoed once again,
The Slaughter King's gaze fell on the spectators of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
"I'm very excited, to witness the birth of Slaughter Arena powers here today. It has already been decades since the appearance of a hundred victories, now appearing in the form youngsters. Relying on his own formidable strength and terrifying murderous spirit, they make you tremble, yes?"
"Yes—— Yes—— Yes——"
The Slaughter King seemed to possess a unique charisma, instilling a close to berserk worship in all the degenerates who saw him.
From him, C.Y could catch a faint scent, a somewhat intoxicating scent. Unfortunately, this influence wasn't very large on him.
The Slaughter King lowered his head, looking at C.Y,
"Asura King. Thank you for letting me feel the existence of passion. One hundred victories, very good. In order to honor your achievement, I've decided to make an exception and award you the title of Deathgod. From today on, you can both leave and enter Slaughter City as you wish. And moreover be treated as my ranking Slaughter City guests."
No need to walk the Hell Road? C.Y looked astonished ,
What sinister creature was this Slaughter King? Conferring the title of Deathgod without walking the Hell Road.
C.Y understand the Slaughter King's intention.
Walking the Hell Road, was no doubt extremely dangerous.
But behind the danger, was the enormous lure of the Deathgod Domain. The Slaughter King in front of them clearly didn't want them to obtain it.
C.Y took the lead to speak up,
"No need, mighty Slaughter King. You can't destroy the rules of Slaughter City for our sake. I want to pass the test of the Hell Road and then obtain your reward. I hope to rely on my own strength to leave from here, to become a true Deathgod."
The expression in the Slaughter King's eyes grew serious,
"Perhaps you don't know how terrible the Hell Road is. Hell Emissary, I hope you understand that people only live once."
C.Y laughed grimly,
"Mighty Slaughter King, you speak with me about life, isn't that a bit ridiculous? Here is the world of slaughter."
An even stronger red light flashed in the Slaughter King's eyes and passed.