Anyone who comes to the city of slaughter, struggling on the brink of death every day, will succumb to corruption. Especially men, because under such immense pressure, each person needs a way to relieve it. But not Tang San. After the battle, he would always go to a small hut to train. When he left the hut, his only destination was the hellish killing fields.
I don't know how many enchanting women wanted to throw themselves at the Asura King, but what greeted them was only Tang San's icy killing aura.
As early as when Tang San had achieved twenty victories, Hulena was sure that this man had the same goal as her for coming here—to train himself.
