Capítulo 148: Chapter 92: The Attitude of the King of Slaughter, One Hundred Battles a Day (4k)_2
Immediately thereafter, a gust of wind danced around as a figure took a seat on the throne.
The vast majority of his face was obscured by a bat mask, leaving only the remaining skin, pale and bloodless.
A blood-red, stand-up collar cloak enveloped his body.
He was the supreme ruler of Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter!
As soon as the figure appeared, the woman in red immediately lowered her head and said with utmost respect, "Great King, I did not intend to disturb your slumber, but there is a matter that requires your decision."
"What matter?"
The hoarse voice of the King of Slaughter rose again.
"The Terror Knight has died, killed by someone who just entered Slaughter City!"
"Just for that?"
The King of Slaughter's voice carried a hint of annoyance, "Although his strength was not weak, it was not particularly strong either. On the continent of Soul Land, any Battle Soul Master with a powerful Martial Soul who has reached the Soul Douluo Level could easily kill him. In Slaughter City, anyone can die, and it's not as if they can't be replaced."
"Great King, please calm your anger!"
The woman in red was no ordinary person. With an exceptional ability to read people, she knew the King of Slaughter was blaming her. "The one who killed the Terror Knight is but a youth."
"Hmm?"
"What did you say? A youth?"
A flash of surprise appeared in the eyes of the King of Slaughter.
"Yes, he looks to be only seventeen or eighteen years old."
After hearing the woman in red, the King of Slaughter laughed, "A seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth with such strength? Haha, interesting, truly interesting. It's been a long time since Slaughter City has seen such a talented individual."
"Great King, should we take special interest in such a promising seedling?"
The woman in red probed tentatively.
"There's no need. Geniuses may be rare, but they do exist. Yet, very few truly grow to prominence. It's uncertain if they'll be but a flash in the pan." The King of Slaughter shook his head, "Let him develop naturally. As long as he follows the rules, leave him be. If he stands out in Slaughter City, it won't be too late for us to make contact then."
After speaking, the King of Slaughter waved his hand, "Go. I shall enter the Blood River to sleep once more. Do not awaken me unless it is a matter of life and death, or if he achieves a hundred victories."
As his voice faded, the figure of the King of Slaughter slowly vanished from atop the throne.
...
Elsewhere.
Qin Xiao, Zhu Zhuqing, and Meng Yiran, under the guidance of the veiled woman, stepped into the inner city.
"This place... "
The moment they entered the inner city, both Meng Yiran and Zhu Zhuqing stiffened, instantly feeling an atmosphere starkly different from the outer city.
If the outer city was a world of dead silence and indifference,
then the inner city gave off just two words, madness!
Even with their mental preparation, they couldn't help but be shocked.
The strong were laughing, the weak crying.
Some were publicly venting their lascivious desires.
Others were dismembering arms on the streets, stuffing them into their mouths with blood streaming down, and chewing voraciously.
"Are you scared?" Qin Xiao asked indifferently, but without waiting for a reply, he continued, "If you feel scared, just think of the hatred in your heart, think that if you can't become strong, your fate will be worse than these people, and maybe you won't be so afraid."
His words proved extremely effective.
The hesitation and doubt in Meng Yiran and Zhu Zhuqing's eyes retreated entirely, replaced by a determined glint.
Indeed, hatred is the power that drives people forward... Qin Xiao saw this and muttered to himself before saying, "Since you're prepared, then it's time to step onto the arena.
My requirement for you is to complete at least three slaughters a day, each, and remember not to sign up for the same match."
Qin Xiao remembered that the rules of the Hell Slaughter Ground allowed for staggered matches to avoid a situation of mutual destruction.
At the same time, Qin Xiao's demands were strict. He planned to have them finish a hundred battles within a month, ascending Hell Road.
After all, he still had to visit Sea God's Island next, a place even more important than Slaughter City.
And while this task might seem nigh impossible for others, it was not impossible for Qin Xiao.
Let's not forget, his Thunderous Force could stimulate a person's potential, enough for one to continuously break through their bodily limits.
"Understood!"
"We'll go sign up now."
Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran inhaled deeply and walked towards the arena, akin to a cage.
"You're sending them to the competition; isn't this driving them to a dead end?"
The veiled woman couldn't help but speak up as she watched their receding figures.
Qin Xiao chuckled, "Just wait and see."
...
In Slaughter City, if there's one thing that's plentiful, it's people courting death.
The first to enter the arena was Zhu Zhuqing, and she was the only woman in this match.
"Hahaha, this girl is not bad, I'm rather reluctant to kill her straight away," a scrawny man exclaimed excitedly.
However.
As soon as his words fell, he felt a chill on his neck, followed by a dizzy spell, during which he was shocked to find a headless body at his location.
Wait.
Am I dead?
That was his last thought.
Thump.
A head fell to the ground, followed by several rolls before it came to a stop.
Hiss...
One-hit kill!
The remaining eight people all took a sharp breath, their faces filled with disbelief.
"This is a formidable opponent!"
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