Chương 342: Chapter 339.

Chapter 339.

The chaos in the inner city was something Wang Feng hadn't anticipated or that he hasn't anticipated it to be this much.

Sometimes, a single murderous thought could drive people to madness.

"What a strange man." Hu Liena murmured, shaking her head as she watched the Faceless Man walk away.

There was also an odd feeling lingering in her heart. His behavior was normal for this place, where everyone remained on high alert against other. No one showed kindness here, and thus, Hu Liena appreciated the man's caution. She thought he was a newcomer, but his fierce demeanor and vigilance left not one any chance to approach him. Such individuals were usually the most difficult to deal with in the inner city.

"Also, he doesn't seem too interested in women," she noted to herself. With her appearance, she was used to people eyeing her with covetous intentions.

In such a ruthless place, if she so much as nodded, a swarm of men with ulterior motives would flock to her. However, she didn't think he tried to act not interested intentionally—it would be pointless in such an inhumane environment.

Low-level tricks like that held no meaning here. In the inner city, the only way for men to gain women's favor was through victory in the Hell's Killing Fields.

"I hope I don't run into him."

Glancing at Tang San one last time, Hu Liena turned and walked away. The strength displayed by the Faceless Man in white wasn't only alarming to Hu Liena. Even Tang San felt wary, hoping he wouldn't encounter him in Hell's Killing Field. After all, meeting him could easily mean a fight to the death.

"The Hell's Killing Fields are up ahead," Wu Ming announced as he led Wang Feng to a building that resembled a large arena.

After witnessing the earlier confrontation, Wu Ming dared not underestimate –Wang Feng any longer. If Wu Ming had seen Wang Feng's battle with the Black Armored Knight before this, he would have brought him to the Hell's Killing Fields much sooner.

"There are no specific rules," Wu Ming explained. "Just hold your badge, register up ahead, and then wait for your turn to fight. Each match consists of ten participants. Your only goal is to survive and kill. You may use any means, except for using soul abilities, which you already can't use."

Wang Feng nodded slightly.

He had noticed that after killing the bald man earlier, the blood pattern of the Dark Angel martial soul had flickered slightly, becoming a bit brighter. It seemed that taking lives here could further awaken the abilities of his Dark Angel martial soul. However, along with this awakening, some negative emotions also emerged. Yet, Wang Feng's body was now spotless and his soul pure, unaffected by these emotions. They dissipated almost instantly.

"Of course, you can also enter as a spectator. The qualification to watch requires a cup of Bloody Mary too," Wu Ming continued, pointing to a man holding a cup filled with the red liquid.

"It can be the enemy's blood, or your own. As long as you have it, you're allowed entry into the battlefield to spectate."

The Slaughter City seemed to thrive on fresh blood. Bloody Mary had become a type of unique currency here. If one contributed two cups a month, they could sustain themselves—this made it extremely valuable.

Wang Feng wasn't interested in spectating. He registered for a match right away. The registration process went smoothly. During the first match, he sensed that his opponents varied greatly in strength. Many were seasoned fighters, probably unwilling to keep paying the high price of Bloody Mary and hoping to take a chance in the Hell's Killing Fields. Others, like him, were here for their first fight.

Typically, a fighter's win record would span five battles. This rule ensured that the gap between the weakest and strongest competitors in any given match remained manageable. It prevented a mismatch where someone with an extensive win streak might face a complete novice, making the battle utterly one-sided.

Thus, during the first match and throughout the subsequent ones over the next month, Wang Feng only faced opponents with less than 20 victories under their belts—none as formidable as the bald man he had killed earlier. The matches turned into complete slaughters. The thugs Wang Feng encountered couldn't use their soul abilities and were far weaker than the Black Armored Knights outside of the gate. They were effortlessly cut down by Armored Black Thorns.

The battles ended swiftly!

Yet, the Slaughter City lived up to its name. It gathered countless ruthless individuals. Even though they knew Wang Feng was a formidable opponent, they felt no fear. After each match, more and more people attempted to assassinate him, leading to an endless stream of attacks.

It was horrifying!

Wang Feng had never taken so many lives before, especially people who voluntarily wanted to die.

On the second day alone, he faced a siege from nearly thirty people—a truly overwhelming number!

Fortunately, the power of Wang Feng's Armored Black Thorns shone through. If he'd had to kill these people personally, he wouldn't know how much blood he'd spill, nor how many clothes he'd need to change each day. With the armored Black Thorns spread within a 30-meter radius, every life was under his control. None could get close to him.

Too many lives taken... yet Wang Feng felt nothing.

He was a little shaken on the first day, but he soon reminded himself that everyone here had committed countless crimes to end up in this place. Killing them was merely purging evil from the world. He felt no remorse.

Through this intense combat experience, Wang Feng gradually felt the second blood pattern of his Dark Angel martial soul begin to glow, hinting at its eminent awakening. He noticed that each new blood pattern granted him a tremendous boost in overall strength. Not only did the aura of his domain intensify, but his physical attributes also doubled. The black wings on his back gained flight capabilities, each pair linked to a blood pattern. When the blood patterns were activated, the black wings glowed, etched with numerous strange symbols of dark energy.

Because the Slaughter City could mask the Dark Angel martial soul, Wang Feng didn't worry about being sensed by Qian Renxue. When he was alone, he quietly tested its specific abilities.

Thus, Wang Feng cultivated his Dark Angel martial soul through the Hell's Killing Fields. For someone who had already undergone solitary training in the extreme north, life in the Hell's Killing Fields felt relatively easy. He didn't need to fight himself, didn't need to reveal his true strength, and could still grow stronger effortlessly.

It was a dream come true.

Occasionally, Wang Feng would check on Xiao San's situation. He wasn't worried. Xiao San was the protagonist of the original story, and his path in the Hell's Killing Capital would be smooth overall. However, the constant battles in the Hell's Killing Fields had a noticeable impact on Xiao San's demeanor. His temperament grew darker, his mind more tense under the constant strain of high-intensity combat.

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