"Are you sure you want to go to Hell's Slaughter Soul Field? If you're having second thoughts, it's not too late to back out; I'll give you another thirty seconds to think it over."
The guide had been kindly urging Tang San to think it through, reminding him that not every Soul Master was capable of defeating the formidable opponents in Hell Slaughter Soul Field!
She even looked down on Tang San somewhat!
She figured this kid would probably panic and fail to last through three matches!
"I've thought it through on the way here; I came specifically to compete for the champion of Hell Slaughter Soul Field. Please, guide, hurry up and take me to the competition site to sign up."
"By the way, I can also take a look at the environment of Hell Slaughter Soul Field and the capabilities of the competitors to have at least some idea of the certainty of my chances."
Tang San spoke up at this moment.
Following this, the guide, seeing Tang San's determination, continued to lead the way at the front.
Tang San followed closely behind.
He noticed that as he passed each small intersection, he could see people in black cloaks all over the outer city!
Every time he passed by, the strangers looked at him with peculiar expressions.
They always figured this kid was courting death, their frightening eyes fixating on Tang San.
Netherworld Dew!
Tang San appeared before them, alive and well.
It was as though a pack of wolves had spotted their prey and were eager to tear him apart immediately!
"Spare me, please, I don't want to die."
A man pleaded for mercy.
Upon entering the outer limits of Slaughter City, one could see many thugs bullying the weaker individuals.
"Haha, kill him and Netherworld Dew will naturally be ours, and our task for today will be accomplished," said the crowd.
Once someone enters Slaughter City, their hearts are bound to change, all to ensure their own survival and prevent being murdered by others. You have to become stronger so others dare not come near you.
"Seeking death—"
Tang San watched helplessly as one weak individual after another was slain before his eyes!
He felt somewhat helpless inside.
There was nothing he could do but watch as their lives ended in front of him.
At this moment, Tang San was about to move forward to take a closer look.
Suddenly, the body disappeared.
It was as if a tornado had whisked the victim away.
This completely bewildered Tang San.
This meant that there were many powerful competitors in Slaughter City; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to deal with the victim so effortlessly!
Without any difficulty at all.
In his mind, Hell Slaughter Soul Field would have even stronger opponents waiting for him!
"Don't stare. It's like this almost every day here, nothing out of the ordinary; this is the outer city of Slaughter City, they all carry out tasks daily, seeing dead people is nothing strange," the guide told Tang San.
"Only the strong survive here."
Tang San looked emotionlessly ahead.
He was just curious a moment ago.
He wasn't there to join in the mayhem or look for trouble; it would be a waste of time.
"Ah!?"
Another victim!
This one was stabbed directly in the head by a sharp hidden weapon, not even having time to convulse a few times before quickly succumbing.
Another life was lost.
This is what it means to be strong; wherever you go, you stand out.
Suddenly, a pair of terrifying eyes stared at Tang San.
The man had set his sights on him.
Tang San walked straight past the man, not intending to acknowledge him.
He chose to turn a blind eye!
"Stop right there!"
A voice called out.
Tang San was stopped.
He paused.
"You're new here, aren't you?" the people asked.
Tang San saw their provocative stance and realized he wouldn't be able to leave just yet.
He had to demonstrate his strength and make it clear he was not one to be trifled with.
His eyes, deathly and determined, met theirs.
"Sssss—"
The Bluesilver Emperor appeared before everyone's eyes.
Soul Rings lit up.
The sky turned dark in an instant.
A storm was about to break!
The crowd looked on as Tang San unleashed the Bluesilver Emperor, their faces tensing with anxiety!
Their features twitched in anticipation!
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I was terrified.
If a real fight broke out, I would be the one at a disadvantage.
"Ah, I'm really sorry about before, my mistake!"
People started to speak out.
The truth was, it wasn't that Tang San was all that formidable; it was the interpreter standing by his side who was the truly fearsome one.
To an outside observer, she might have seemed like just any ordinary interpreter, but she was actually an emissary of the King of Slaughter.
This woman was definitely not simple!
The crowd spared Tang San because of the emissary of the King of Slaughter.
So they decided not to trouble Tang San!
Moreover, the great King of Slaughter was always watching everything they did!
"Let's go!"
The interpreter spoke to him.
Then they continued onward.
Hell Slaughter Arena.
First, they took Tang San to watch competitors fiercely battling in the arena.
Tang San just glanced a few times.
Then he walked towards another direction.
That was the front desk.
"I want to register."
Tang San said to the person there.
The receptionist gave him a look.
Her face was full of doubt.
Was this man really here to compete? He looked like nothing more than a weakling!
Could he be here to joke around?
"Are you sure you want to register? You can't back out once you do."
Her words implied that there were many strong competitors; this was not a game!
The beautiful receptionist shook her head.
Even she could hardly believe that Tang San was there to take part in the Hell Soul Arena competition!
"Of course."
Tang San's tone was full of self-assured confidence.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have come here.
This was also his father's command: he must win the championship of this year's Slaughter City Soul Arena!
And he had to return alive.
"Here you go, right this way, please."
The beautiful receptionist spoke to Tang San.
Tang San followed her instructions to the waiting area's lounge to await his turn to enter the arena.
Upon entering, he found many people waiting there as well.
Dozens of contestants.
All eyes turned towards him.
Suddenly, an extremely arrogant man deliberately stood in his way.
With his hands on his hips, he acted as if he owned the place!
Very overbearing!
The man noticed a woman standing behind Tang San.
And upon seeing her, he immediately backed down.
The emissary of the King of Slaughter!
Out of fear.
All the people seated on the sofas hurriedly made room!
Soon after, the emissary of the King of Slaughter vanished without a trace.
Her mission complete.
Tang San looked puzzled as he noticed her disappearance, and she left without any acknowledgment.
Very impolite!
Perhaps she was off to greet another newcomer!
On the other side was Ye Feng.
He was alone in a VIP lounge, sipping tea while watching the big screen showing the competitors' fights.
As if he were there to watch a movie.
Enjoying VIP membership.
He hadn't used gold coins for a long time, so opening his own personal lounge in Slaughter City didn't seem excessive.
It cost nearly five hundred gold coins.
Ye Feng felt that Slaughter City was just a place to burn through money!
If it wasn't for being able to rest and recuperate properly before the competition, and to be in good shape to compete, the expense was necessary.
He could also take the opportunity to closely observe the strengths and weaknesses of competitors who kept winning.
It would be easiest to strike at the opponents' weaknesses!
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