Hell Killing Arena, spectator stands!
Hu Liena watched with a grave expression as the domineering figure in the arena faced off against nine opponents who had joined forces against him.
Even with the nine working together, they were no match for Chen Yuan. His terrifying swordsmanship and razor-sharp sword energy allowed him to kill several of them in an instant, swiftly dispatching the rest.
The clean and decisive manner in which he fought, without the slightest hesitation, showed just how resolute and ruthless the man was.
Seeing Chen Yuan win yet another match, Hu Liena let out a long breath and thought to herself:
'He's too terrifying. As long as he remains in the City of Slaughter, I can only participate in the Hell Killing Arena's duels when he's not around. If I were to face him, I wouldn't stand a chance.'
'His spirit is the Seven Kill Sword, so he must be from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. But why has such a powerful genius remained unknown on the continent until now? It's a pity. If I could form an alliance with him, I'd have a companion to challenge the Road to Hell.'
'But in front of him, I might not even be able to withstand a single strike. How could I convince him to ally with me? Forget it. I'll just take it one step at a time...'
Meanwhile, in the arena!
After effortlessly killing the nine opponents and securing yet another victory, Chen Yuan's killing intent grew even more intense, as if he were ready to devour anyone in his path. He silently thought to himself:
'Thirty victories down. Seventy more to go. The day of one hundred consecutive victories isn't far off!'
...
A year passed in the blink of an eye. The familiar City of Slaughter, the familiar Hell Killing Arena!
Chen Yuan wielded his sword, overwhelming his opponents with absolute superiority. One by one, he cut down the other nine participants, securing his one hundredth victory.
One hundred consecutive victories—achieved!
The spectator stands erupted in cheers and tears as countless fallen souls celebrated. This terrifying killing star had finally completed his one hundred victories. Although they would still have to kill each other in the future, as long as they didn't have to face this monster, everyone believed they had a chance to survive and be the last one standing.
The moment Chen Yuan achieved his one hundredth victory, a tall figure draped in a blood-red cloak descended from above, standing in mid-air as the crowd roared in adoration.
"King of Slaughter!"
"King of Slaughter!"
"..."
This was the King of Slaughter. His face bore an expression of satisfaction as he basked in the worship and submission of the crowd.
After a moment, the King of Slaughter raised his hand, and the arena gradually fell silent. He then spoke:
"Citizens of the City of Slaughter, today, we have witnessed the birth of another creator of one hundred consecutive victories—Subject 9510, whom we commonly refer to as the Devil with a Sword!"
"Now, 9510, in my capacity as the King of Slaughter, I bestow upon you the title of Slaughter God. You shall enjoy permanent residency in the City of Slaughter and the freedom to come and go as you please. The gates of the City of Slaughter will forever remain open to you!"
"Citizens, for 9510, for our new Slaughter God, cheer and celebrate!"
As his words echoed, the cheers grew louder and louder, like boiling water.
Chen Yuan's expression remained unchanged, cold as ice. The killing intent around him seemed to solidify, sending a bone-chilling aura to anyone who dared approach.
At this moment, he raised his head and met the King of Slaughter's gaze without fear. When the cheers finally subsided, Chen Yuan spoke:
"King of Slaughter, open the Road to Hell for me. Those who achieve one hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Killing Arena have the right to challenge the Road to Hell. That is my right."
Hearing this, the King of Slaughter's pupils contracted. His gaze turned icy, as if he wished he could devour Chen Yuan alive. Waves of tangible energy rippled around him.
Unfortunately, he didn't dare to take action himself, and his plan to incite other fallen souls to attack Chen Yuan had completely failed. Not a single fallen soul had been able to harm, let alone kill, Chen Yuan.
After a long pause, the King of Slaughter spoke in a coaxing tone:
"9510, the Road to Hell is a life-and-death gamble. Why risk your life? If you stay in the City of Slaughter, you'll enjoy power second only to mine. Anyone who disrespects you can be killed at your whim. Any woman you desire can be yours. I can even form a sworn brotherhood with you. Whatever I have, you can have. Together, we can enjoy pleasures that others could never dream of in ten lifetimes. Why insist on the Road to Hell?"
Chen Yuan only sneered. In the City of Slaughter, he had either killed or meditated. All his desires had been firmly suppressed deep within him. How could he be swayed by the King of Slaughter's words? He replied indifferently:
"No need to say more. Open the Road to Hell for me. Whether it's the title of Slaughter God or anything else, I will claim it with my own strength."
The King of Slaughter's expression turned completely cold. No longer coaxing, he adopted a formal tone:
"Very well. I will open the Road to Hell for you, but not now. It will take some time. The opening of the Road to Hell requires a grand sacrifice, and for that, we need a large number of offerings. At the moment, we lack sufficient materials, so it cannot be opened immediately."
"You can wait, or if you're impatient, you can leave the City of Slaughter. I will open the passage for you. When I have gathered enough offerings, you can return and enter the Road to Hell."
With that, the King of Slaughter soared into the air and disappeared from the Hell Killing Arena.
Seeing this, Chen Yuan's anger surged. The tangible killing intent around him condensed into wisps of white mist, swirling around his body. The mist remained dense and icy cold.
Soon, Chen Yuan calmed himself. His expression was cold, and his eyes were as calm as still water, yet they seemed like an abyss capable of swallowing everything.
'Offerings? Materials? The City of Slaughter is full of fallen souls. Now he's pulling this trick on me. The King of Slaughter thinks I pose no threat to him, so he's dragging this out, hoping to delay me for ten or eight years. By then, it'll be too late.'
'In the original timeline, the King of Slaughter only reluctantly opened the Road to Hell because of the威慑 of Bibi Dong and Tang Hao, the two Slaughter Gods. It seems Hu Liena's arrival might actually be a good thing.'
'With my strength, I could even bring a dog and still successfully navigate the Road to Hell. Now, it's just a matter of bringing Hu Liena along as a tag-along.'
'King of Slaughter, enjoy the days you have left. Since you're standing in my way, I will kill you sooner or later.'
Chen Yuan regained his composure and turned to leave. Anger was meaningless—it wouldn't solve anything.
Besides, Chen Yuan already had a plan to solve the problem.
(End of Chapter)
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