Bab 622: Chapter 618: You're That Confident? The Beautiful-Legged Waitress Is Stunned!_1
Hell Arena.
The most brutal place in the inner city of Slaughter City.
Full of bloodshed and violence, yet it was the favorite haunt of these utterly vicious scumbags.
The tall and magnificent black buildings rose from the ground, emanating a dense aura of slaughter.
Luo Yu and the three women, Bi Bidong, stood at the entrance of the Hell Arena, their garments fluttering. A thick scent of blood assaulted them from within the arena.
"Nana, where do we sign up?"
Hulena looked at Luo Yu, who had asked the question, and hesitated, "Brother Yu, I've already won sixty-four consecutive victories, and I'll soon complete a hundred and ask the Slaughter King to open the Teleportation Array."
Luo Yu shook his head.
"You... are not fast enough."
"Let me handle these sorts of fights and killings," he said.
Hulena's beautiful eyes shimmered, her small mouth slightly agape.
She found it a bit unbelievable.
She had already achieved sixty-four consecutive victories, whereas Luo Yu hadn't participated in a single bout.
And he had the confidence to complete a hundred victories before her?
"Nana, lead the way ahead and don't doubt your mentor," Bi Bidong said.
"Alright... okay."
Hulena's eyes flickered with light, now extremely curious about what Luo Yu's move would look like, to have earned such trust from her teacher.
She led the three of them into the arena and found the sign-up area.
She smoothly registered Luo Yu for the competition.
They were led by a servant into the battlegrounds.
There were over a thousand spectators in the stands surrounding the battleground, and Luo Yu noticed they all shared one significant trait.
They were full of malevolent energy, and their hands were likely stained with countless lives.
Their voices rose in perverse excitement, shouting loudly toward the arena.
"Boom boom!"
Blood flew in all directions in the arena at that moment, as two villains covered in wounds fought a fierce battle for life and death.
Their eyes were already bloodshot with rage.
Shattered limbs and mutilated torsos littered the ground around them.
The blood-red liquid splattered everywhere, trickling along the ground.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound rang out as one of the ruffians' left arms was blown apart by a punch.
At the same time, he cracked a cruel and triumphant smile, as if the bursting of his arm was merely a bait to lure his opponent into exposing a weakness.
Without hesitation, his fist launched forward.
It blew his opponent's head apart.
He stood tall, lifting his only remaining arm, roaring triumphantly.
His eyes dominantly swept over the entire arena.
"Roar roar roar!!"
Excited roars burst from the spectators in the stands, some of them so agitated they downed a Bloody Mary in one gulp, shattering their glasses, with shards and crimson liquid splashing all over the ground.
Compared to the wild and excited audience, Luo Yu and his party, newly led by a servant into the waiting area, seemed out of place for their quietness.
Bi Bidong glanced at the men around them with disdain.
"A bunch of trash consumed by slaughter, they'll never amount to anything," she uttered disdainfully.
Poseissi frowned and commented, "Honestly, I don't like this place; it's rotten."
Hulena followed with a nod.
"I don't like it here either, but this is indeed a good place to improve strength. After so many life-and-death battles, I feel my combat skills have significantly improved," she said.
Luo Yu's mouth curved upward, his tone teasing, "I think the chances of becoming possessed are also significantly higher."
"Brother Yu, you're so annoying!" Hulena pounded her delicate fist on Luo Yu's chest.
"Hmph!"
Bi Bidong let out a cold humph.
Her expression turned a few degrees more severe.
Hearing the humph, Hulena shrank her neck, her delicate body trembling slightly.
Bi Bidong said with a stern and authoritative voice, "Nana, he is your mentor; show some respect."
"Yes, disciple understands," Hulena said. She feared no one in her life but was truly afraid of Bi Bidong.
It was because, when she and her brother Evil Moon were wandering the streets, it was Bi Bidong who brought them back to the Martial Soul Hall.
Therefore, to Hulena, Bi Bidong was not only the Female Pope and a teacher but also like a mother.
However, this mother was a bit cold...
"Ahem, kids, they love to roughhouse. It's pretty normal. Dong'er, you don't need to be so serious," Luo Yu said with a smile as he spoke up for Hulena.
As a result, not only did Bi Bidong shoot a sharp glance at him with her phoenix eyes, but even Hulena gave him an annoyed look.
"Nana is already a young lady of marriageable age, and you're still calling her a child?"
"Ahem."
Luo Yu looked somewhat unnatural.
A young lady of marriageable age?
It seemed Hulena was one until a day ago, but now...
"Contestant number 9567, please prepare to enter the stage!"
A female attendant wearing a black uniform, displaying sickly pale yet beautiful legs, walked over to Luo Yu to remind him to get ready to go on stage.
Luo Yu wasn't in a hurry; instead, he cast his gaze towards Bi Bidong.
"Why are you looking at me?" Bi Bidong rolled her eyes.
Luo Yu said, "I'm about to go and fight a battle to the death, with only a one in ten chance of survival. Can't you give me a hug for encouragement?"
"You want encouragement?"
Bi Bidong gave him a big roll of her eyes and mockingly rebuked,
"Encouragement my ass."
"Watch your language. What if I don't come back?"
Bi Bidong nodded and said, "Then don't come back. I'll remember to mourn for you."
The female attendant beside them had a stunned expression on her face.
Before others entered the arena, there would usually be words of encouragement, or at least some comforting.
But here?
The words were more ominous with each utterance.
Hell, even the phrase 'mourn for you' was said.
Luo Yu seemed to understand the look in her eyes.
He waved his hand.
"Let's go, lead me to the stage!"
"Nothing surprising here. When you have true strength, you naturally have no taboos and nothing to fear," he said boldly.
So arrogant! That's the only feeling the female attendant had about Luo Yu.
She had lived in Slaughter City for many years, receiving countless contestants. However, they had all died.
Men's confidence appeared to her as a display of ignorance.
Perhaps this man had no idea of the ferocity of the opponent he was about to face.
"Good luck, 9567. You're quite pleasing to the eye, and I hope you live through the day," the female attendant offered her wishes.
Luo Yu nodded.
"As you wish."
"You will see," he assured her.
The female attendant shook her head. "You are really confident. I hope you can maintain such an optimistic attitude after you enter the stage."
It didn't take long.
Under the gaze of thousands in the audience...
The arena, filled with blood and severed limbs, welcomed another group of contestants.
Ten contestants ascended the stage in succession.
The ones in front were burly and muscular, exuding dense Blood Evil Qi; none looked easy to provoke.
When Luo Yu, a youth without a hint of murderous aura, handsome and upright, took the stage...
The incongruity was overwhelming.
The audience was first taken aback, then burst into jeers almost simultaneously.
"Damn it, since when did Slaughter City become a place for pretty boys with slicked hair to come?'
"Just a fledgling, I bet three glasses of Bloody Mary that this kid will be the first to die today."
"I bet five glasses!"
"Ha, bet my ass. Even a blind man could see this pretty but useless weakling is certain to die. What's there to bet on?"
Bab 623: Chapter 619: Drama King Possession, Shocking Everyone, Slaughter City's Fame Rises!_1
People in the audience watched Luo Yu with a playful smirk tugging at the corners of their mouths.
"Don't speak in such absolutes, there's always a chance, what if this kid actually wins by fluke?"
A burly, one-eyed man with a scarred face roared impatiently:
"Nope, there's no chance, look at how frail that kid looks. If he manages to win in the end, I'll chop off my pecker to cheer you up."
Someone by his side chimed in immediately, "I'll cut off my kidney to serve as a side dish."
"What if that kid is really a child of destiny, and just by luck makes it to the final round? You two would be the tragic ones," someone said, laughing heartily.
The scar-faced man said contemptuously, "No way, does anyone really think that pretty boy can win? As if the people of Hell Arena are so incompetent."
"In the face of absolute strength, luck is worthless."
Enviously, someone whispered nearby, "Why didn't I encounter such an easy opponent when I competed? Having one less strong competitor increases the chances of survival by ten percent."
"Exactly, exactly," the people nearby agreed, nodding in approval.
"Alright, enough bullshitting, I just want to drink a Bloody Mary and sing a song, watching how this kid gets crushed to death."
The disdainful chatter of thousands of spectators ceased, and their attention refocused on the arena.
Ten competitors stood tall at ten different positions.
Aside from Luo Yu, who appeared very relaxed, with a distant gaze,
the other nine contestants were on high alert, observing their rivals intently, hunching their bodies and gathering strength, ready to strike at any moment.
They were vigilant to the extreme.
Each one of them knew that it was kill or be killed, and only by being fully focused could they hope to stand last.
Luo Yu's relaxed demeanor was conspicuously out of place.
It caused the other nine competitors to look down on him, thinking he was just a newbie, an easy kill.
"Ten-person battle, fight to the death, let the competition begin."
Following the rule announcement shouted by an old man standing in the distance with a hoarse voice,
the piercing sound of the copper gong rang out.
"Dong!"
Almost instantaneously, nine figures moved, jetting away from their spots and charging at each other.
They executed various ruthless and ominous attacks with their hands and legs.
"Boom, boom!"
The combatants clashed in a melee, with blood splattering in all directions.
Luo Yu stood alone in his spot, watching the fierce battle among the nine combatants, feeling somewhat confused.
"What... what's going on?"
"Why isn't anyone coming at me?"
Luo Yu couldn't help but wonder if he had revealed his strength and that's why not a single one had come at him aggressively.
Since no one was attacking him, Luo Yu was more than happy to be left in peace, standing with his arms crossed, waiting.
He silently watched the nine grappling in a tangle.
Down below, Hulena hesitantly asked, "Master, why isn't anyone attacking Brother Yu?"
Bi Bidong thought for a moment.
"They probably look down on him, not even considering him a contender. These nine people can't be bothered to kill your Brother Yu, thinking it's a waste of energy."
"Better to save him for the end."
Hulena's expression suddenly became odd as she turned her gaze to the platform.
Her eyes gradually lit up with excitement.
"Tss, tss!"
In the arena, flesh and blood flew as the nine fought wildly.
Soon, seven were dead, with the remaining two also covered in wounds, streaks of blood marking their bodies everywhere.
Smelling the thick scent of blood around him,
Luo Yu wrinkled his brows.
"Bang!"
As the eighth person fell, only Luo Yu and another man, completely drenched in blood, were left in the arena.
The man looked ferocious.
His bloodthirsty eyes fixed intently on Luo Yu.
He sneered cruelly:
"Kid, tell me, what are your last words as the ninth to die?"
Luo Yu's black eyes showed neither joy nor sorrow as he indifferently glanced at him.
Those cold, merciless eyes looked down like a Giant Dragon surveying an ant.
There seemed to be disgust and pity.
It directly enraged the Great Han.
He charged at Luo Yu.
Swinging his bloody fist, his momentum kept climbing.
"Go to hell and keep them eight company. Today, grandpa ought to be the one standing at the end!"
Luo Yu didn't speak, merely threw a simple punch forward.
As if he had anticipated the position in advance.
It struck the Great Han's chest.
And the Great Han, who had just slain eight people with surging momentum, didn't even touch a hair on him.
The two were in a deadlock.
Suddenly, the arena fell silent.
Some people outside the arena saw Luo Yu's punch and burst out laughing.
"Is this a joke? A punch with no force at all, is he trying to perform cupping therapy?"
"Too bad I don't have two balls, or I'd dare to wager them all that this pretty boy is as good as dead."
No sooner had these words been spoken than there was a bang.
The ninth man in the arena fell, crashing to the ground, into the sticky pool of blood.
The spectators' eyes bulged in an instant.
Because the one left standing was the person they thought would absolutely not make it.
Shocked voices rose from all sides.
"Fuck, what's going on, how did this kid win?"
"What merit does he have, does he deserve to win?"
"Isn't this just fucking picking up scraps? I hereby crown you the Strongest Scavenger King."
At this moment, no one believed Luo Yu won by strength.
They all thought he was just lucky, happening to come up against the Great Han who was exhausted after slaying seven, so Luo Yu just happened to take advantage and pick up an easy kill.
Otherwise, he couldn't possibly have survived to the end.
Some people in the spectator seats got excited and started yelling at those around them.
"Who was it that said they wanted to chop off their balls, come out, quickly, this guy won, it's time to keep your promise."
"And the one who said they'd cut off their kidney, come out fast."
Hearing the jeering sounds around them, two people in the spectator seats turned pale.
They sat there as if on pins and needles, feeling uncomfortable.
Their faces burned with embarrassment.
But what was mainly frightening them was their hearts pounding.
You might manage to run your mouth outside, but where is this? Slaughter City, that's where.
You regret your boastful talk and don't want to cut.
But countless others are eager to cut for you.
"Ah!!!"
The two wanted to slink away shamefacedly, but the brutes around them weren't about to give them a chance.
They were quickly surrounded.
Two shrill screams echoed out.
When the crowd dispersed, two men were sitting in their original spots, as pale as death, biting down hard on their teeth.
Beneath them was a pool of blood already forming.
One clutching his privates, the other his side, lips trembling, faces of utter despair.
The one clutching his side gave Luo Yu a vicious glare from the arena.
"I... I'm going to kill you!!"
"Your luck kept you alive, but once I'm in the ring, you won't have a way out."
The Great Han endured the pain of losing his kidney, gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked to the registration place.
Luo Yu returned to the waiting area.
"Hey, I've triumphantly returned, but aren't there any screams or cheers from you all?"
Bi Bidong gave him a sideways glance.
"I've already signed you up for the second match, get ready to compete."
Luo Yu said speechlessly:
"Huh, women!"
"This is women!!!"
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