Chapter 52: Give me your Bloody Mary.

Heart twitching, Zeng Xin already had a plan. He walked over towards that last man about to enter the arena with large strides.

That was a big man with a shaven head and bare torso, a naked woman tattooed on his chest. Only, because his chest was crisscrossed with terrifying scars, that image of the naked woman not only didn't seem beautiful, but was on the contrary brimming with a kind of fierce-looking resentment.

"Give me your Bloody Mary."

Blocking the shaven headed man's path, Zeng Xin held out his right hand.

The baldy looked distracted a moment, glancing at the black masked young woman next to Zeng Xin, and an ominous glint flashed in his eyes.

The black masked young woman's somewhat impatient voice rose,

"Mister 6969, if you take the initiative to provoke, the rookie protection won't have any effect."

These words were not only a reminder for Zeng Xin, but also equally a reminder for that baldy. With a malicious laugh, the baldy pulled out a saw toothed big blade from somewhere, chopping head-on at Zeng Xin.

His motions didn't seem very fast, but they had a feeling of mountainous pressure. That was spirit power fluctuations.

At least fiftieth rank. This was Zeng Xin's estimation of the opponent.

The Baldy swung his chopper with all his might. The bald man only felt the sawtoothed big chopper in his hand uncontrollably slip sideways, and was just grabbed by Zeng Xin's raised right hand.He just used his knife and slit his throat and collected it in two cups.

"Thanks."

Having obtained the Bloody mary, Zeng Xin didn't say more, and turned to walk inside.

"We're entering."

Zeng Xin calmly said to the somewhat lifeless black masked young woman.

"You..."

This was already the second time the black masked young woman had seen Zeng Xin act. Compared to the first time, this time shocked her even more. She recognized that baldy, in Hell Slaughter Arena, that baldy had already endured seven matches. In other words, he was the only survivor out of seventy people killing each other.

She sensed that this youth in front of her hadn't been much stronger than his opponent, but the way he killed was as simple as squashing an ant.

The interior of Hell Slaughter Arena seemed even simpler than the outside. Without any partitions, row after row of stands extended upwards in circles. Below these was a more than one hundred meter diameter immense empty arena. At this moment, there weren't very many spectators, filling less than twenty percent of the enormous space. In the arena, miserable shrieks rose constantly. Of altogether ten people, there were already seven corpses, the final three struggling for their lives.

When he entered, Zeng Xin poured the cup of Bloody Mary he held in an enormous receptacle.

"I'll trouble you to sign me up. I want to participate in the next match."

Zeng Xin said to the black masked young woman.

By now, the black masked young woman no longer thought the youngster in front of her was an idiot. Zeng Xin's strength had caused her heart to birth a trace of terror. Nodding without the slightest hesitation, she took the ID badge Zeng Xin held out.

He had to complete his mission fast. Therefore, he didn't want to delay here for even a day. He will eventually fight the he has to assassinate and get out og there. Hell Road, he has no interest in it. He had already decided to start fighting from today, from right now. Distantly, he sensed a gaze focused on him.

Slaughter City, from this day on, on this dark world, this world brimming with blood and depravity, he not only had to obtain victory in match after match, but also return alive.

Three days after entering Slaughter City, the number of people Zeng Xin had killed already surpassed three digits. But the number of matches he had joined, was only 15. In these three days time, Zeng Xin understood that the true terror in this place wasn't the enemies in the Hell Slaughter Arena, but rather the constant ambushes after the end of the matches when he was at his weakest.

In just five days he found his target. He was in the same ring as him. It didn't took him long to kill all of the participant. He do not hesitate while killing. The killing intent does not affect him anymore.

Twenty days passed, and Zeng Xin's victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena had grown to fifty. By now there is none with the courage to ambush him. Along with the number of his victories rising, he learned another rule. With each new match, the opponents he confronted couldn't have more than five fights than him in the Hell Slaughter Arena behind them. Unless everyone had more than that many fewer matches than him.

After 5 months,

The ice cold aura made people choke, in the Hell Slaughter Arena, altogether ten people slowly entered. Zeng Xin walked third among these ten, but he was the focus of attention for all the other nine.

Seventy Five competitions, and naturally also Seventy Five wins. This was Zeng Xin's present record. In all of Slaughter City, no one was better than him.

Each person coming to participate, besides the authority to continue existing in Slaughter City, most looked forward to a hundred victories. With the title of champion of a hundred bouts, one could live in Slaughter City forever. Besides not being able to leave, one would possess the highest authority. Even to the extent of becoming guests of the Slaughter King.

Seventy Five matches. The number of people who had lost their lives by Zeng Xin's hands had long since surpassed a thousand.

It wasn't that Zeng Xin didn't want to finish a hundred matches as soon as possible, but rather because after his number of victories grew, the number of people who had the courage to participate in slaughter matches with him grew fewer and fewer. It frequently took several days to collect ten people, and that was moreover under conditions where the news of him participating in the Hell Slaughter Arena didn't leak in advance.