The token rolled a few more times and stopped at the foot of a burly man who had just entered the arena.
The gazes of everyone in the arena turned towards the burly man and Han Li, eager to see what would happen next.
Han Li looked at the soul master opposite him, who was covered in muscles and had a menacing scar on his forehead. He politely asked, "Excuse me, could you please kick the token over here?"
The atmosphere in the entire duel arena froze. Not only did the burly man across from him pause, but even the spectators who were ready to watch the excitement were taken aback.
Wasn't this pretty boy all imposing when he entered the arena just now?
And Wang Meng was also trampled under his feet. Why is he being so polite now?
From the stands, a voice rang out into the arena: "Are you still nursing? Do you think the Hell Slaughter Arena is a playground?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire stand erupted in laughter. The Hell Slaughter Arena, which had been relatively quiet, was suddenly filled with laughter, returning to the noisy chaos of a marketplace.
Han Li's smile remained unchanged as he looked up at a small figure weaving through the seats in the stands. It was this person who had spoken just now.
Found you.
Han Li's smile brightened a few degrees, causing everyone watching him to feel puzzled.
The next second, the head of the short man burst like a watermelon hitting the hard ground, causing those around him to stop their noise and watch as his body took a few steps forward out of inertia before collapsing.
The people in the stands noticed something was wrong and looked over, then quickly shifted their gaze back to Han Li.
As Han Li's gaze swept across the stands, the Hell Slaughter Arena fell silent again, with no one daring to laugh.
Han Li turned his attention back to the arena, where the burly man opposite him stood rigidly.
"You violated the rules."
The first person to enter the arena looked at Han Li with a gloomy expression, then shifted his gaze to the veiled woman in black in the stands.
His words were directed at Han Li, but he was speaking to the veiled woman.
However, to his surprise, the veiled woman kept her head down and did not react after hearing his words.
"Oh? How did I violate the rules? Can you tell me?"
Han Li turned his gaze towards the first person who entered, still smiling.
"No killing in the stands..."
He entrant blurted out, but as he spoke, he suddenly realized.
Right, Han Li was in the arena, not on the stands, and the man's death was somewhat mysterious.
Although he suspected Han Li had used spiritual power to attack the man, he had no evidence. Moreover, according to the rules, it seemed that Han Li hadn't broken any laws. It was just that he couldn't do it and didn't dare to.
He gritted his teeth and stopped arguing with Han Li, turning his head to look at the other people in the arena.
"Anyone who doesn't want to die a meaningless death, join me in attacking him. Damn it, we're all in the arena anyway. If we don't deal with him, we're all dead."
A hint of red flashed in his eyes, and a murderous intent rose from within. It wasn't the first time he had encountered someone stronger than himself, but the last one standing was the winner.
Hearing his words, the others did not respond but all shifted their gaze to Han Li.
They had no choice; they didn't want to die either. Now it seemed that if they didn't join forces to kill Han Li first, they wouldn't survive.
They began to move, shifting from their original scattered positions to surrounding Han Li, all while remaining wary of each other.
Only the burly man across from Han Li remained motionless, seemingly scared stiff, standing there with his head down.
Clang, clang, clang
Loud chimes echoed through the Hell Slaughter Arena, signaling the start of the official slaughter.
Almost as soon as the first chime sounded, the participants in the arena completed their martial soul possession and, maintaining a certain distance, quickly charged at Han Li.
Among the seven attacking Han Li, five had beast martial souls, and two had tool martial souls.
The first entrant had a rare elephant-type martial soul. However, unlike a normal martial soul, his trunk had transformed into a long, straw-like appendage covered in blood-red spikes, exuding a strong scent of blood and opening and closing like a carnivorous plant, functioning more as a mouth than a nose.
The others' martial souls were similar, all exuding a bloody aura. Only two appeared non-mutated from the outside, but the intense smell of blood on them indicated they were not good people.
Leading the charge towards Han Li was a soul master with a rat-type martial soul. He attacked from the rear side, his blood-red incisors elongating under the influence of his soul power, aiming to pierce Han Li's head directly.
Unfortunately, he was too slow.
Han Li's body seemed to sway slightly before his figure disappeared from the spot.
The blood-red incisors missed their mark, and Han Li reappeared to the left of the rat-type soul master. A flash of red light and the rat-type soul master clutched his neck, collapsing to the ground without a drop of blood spilling from his wound.
"Hmm, this won't do. It's a bit wasteful; this habit needs to change."
It wasn't until the rat-type soul master fell that Han Li realized his habitual attack methods didn't align with the rules here. He had to restrain his elemental power a bit.
Otherwise, killing without shedding blood wasn't beneficial. He wouldn't be the one dealing with the aftermath of the bodies, and all the soul energy would simply benefit the King of Slaughter, which would be a huge loss for him.
At this moment, the other fallen soul masters barely reached Han Li's previous position, seeing the body of the fallen rat-type soul master.
"He's an agility-type soul master. Compress his position so he has nowhere to escape."
Someone shouted. Due to Han Li restraining the fluctuations and glow of his Ice and Fire Dragon God Blades, combined with his extreme speed, the others misjudged, thinking he had taken the twin blades from a storage soul tool.
In the City of Slaughter, while storage soul tools were not common, they weren't entirely rare either. Many soul masters whose martial souls weren't suited for direct combat used weapons to fight. Clearly, in their eyes, Han Li was one of these people.
After all, his twin blades were quite ornate, and they didn't glow, likely indicating he had robbed them from somewhere before entering.
Han Li's face still held a faint smile. Hearing the person's words, he didn't refute but instead actively charged towards the few people.
"Explosive Step."
Han Li's lips moved slightly, but no sound emerged. As a cloud of dust erupted from his original position, the body of the rat-type soul master at his feet also exploded under his step.
Han Li had already appeared in front of the person who had spoken.
The person instinctively swiped a claw at Han Li, but it directly collided with Han Li's reversed ice blade, severing his right forearm. His eyes widened slightly, and just as he opened his mouth to make a sound, a blade of light flashed by, and his head flew off.
On the other side, just as Han Li charged over, a soul master wielding a long spear had a ruthless glint in his eyes and thrust his spear with full force toward the unfortunate soul master's previous position.
He couldn't keep up with Han Li's speed, but he was betting that Han Li would prioritize taking out the one who incited the attack.
When Han Li's figure indeed appeared in the direction his spear was pointing, an involuntary smile appeared on his face.
Sure enough, he had bet correctly.
Both of them could die together; after all, they were competitors.
A sinister smile appeared on his face, and he put even more force into his spear, causing a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air.
However, the next second, his smile froze.
His spear was blocked by Han Li's right-hand fire blade, and he hadn't expected the other person to be so useless, being instantly killed by Han Li.
What made him uneasy was that Han Li, using the momentum to kill that person, spun around, with his right-hand blade blocking the spear, and charged quickly towards him.
Where the fire blade and spear met, sparks flew due to Han Li's acceleration, confirming that they had all guessed wrong; Han Li's twin blades were indeed his martial soul.
Seeing Han Li about to reach him, he decisively released the spear and quickly retreated, trying to shout.
Then, he saw Han Li smile at him, and one of the twin blades in his left hand was directly thrown out, rapidly enlarging in his vision and piercing his throat.
Another body fell, and Han Li was now surrounded by the few remaining soul masters.
His left hand moved slightly, and the thrown ice blade returned to his hand without a drop of blood on it.
"It seems like it's you who are surrounded by me, isn't it?"
Han Li looked at the two people in front of him with a faint smile, not caring at all that there were still two people behind him.
"Damn you! You're just bluffing..."
A violent voice had just sounded when Han Li's figure disappeared again, and a blade engulfed in flames had already pierced through the speaker's mouth.
Han Li didn't stop, quietly watching as the flames grew stronger, burning the body until it fell, charred and convulsing.
His expression turned cold.
"I don't like foul language, so even if you're about to die, swallow your words."
"He is the first, but not the last. Believe me, you don't want to know what I will do."
Han Li's gaze shifted to the stands, and those who met his eyes felt a chill, either lowering their heads or looking away. Some even smiled at him, but there were no retorts for a brief moment.
Taking this opportunity, the three surviving soul masters grouped up, their faces looking grim.
"Alright, it's your turn."
Han Li looked at the three with a smile, his figure flashing and disappearing again.
On the other side, behind the burly man who had remained motionless, Han Li's figure appeared, and the ice blade pierced into his back.
"Next time, be quieter when gathering soul power. This is the City of Slaughter; how could I forget about you?"
A hint of unwillingness and resentment flashed in the burly man's eyes as he fell heavily to the ground.
From his right hand, which had been behind his back, a tiny needle-like martial soul dissipated as he died.
Thirty seconds later, the battle was over.
Han Li didn't expend much effort dealing with the remaining three. His speed was much faster than theirs, and the other two beast martial soul evil soul masters were easily killed when he caught them making mistakes.
The soul master who had entered first lasted a few more hits thanks to his martial soul's characteristics, but only a few.
However, to those watching from the stands, this only added to their fear of Han Li.
Most of them felt that this newcomer held grudges extremely well. Just a few words at the beginning had made him target them. Able to kill his opponent easily, he stabbed him several more times before finally killing him.
As for Wang Meng, the unlucky soul master thrown in by Han Li, he had long since lost his life at some unknown point, his body defrosted, leaving everything to the blood-red patterns on the ground.
Han Li stood quietly in the arena, feeling the strange energy surging toward him after the battle ended.