Chapter 53: Toothless Slayer

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.

In these five months, Zeng Xin becomes character like a celebrity in Hell Slaughter Arena. Compared to when he first arrived, the expression in Zeng Xin's eyes was a level even colder, to the extent that his body even released a faintly blood reeking aura. He can't seem to control it anymore. Ice cold, bloodthirsty, ruthless, those had already long since become synonyms with him.

His most dangerous time was when he left the Hell Slaughter Arena just after destroying two opponents with eightieth ranked spirit power and was immediately besieged by more than a hundred people but his final conclusion was that all those hundred people died, and moreover not leaving whole corpses behind. And Zeng Xin had crawled like that from the piles of pieces of dead men, his whole body emitting black energy, unscathed.

That day, nobody dared fight. For twenty-four hours, there was not a single bout in Hell Slaughter Arena. That time, Zeng Xin had made his name, his current name in Slaughter City: The Toothless Slayer. (A/N: He is a child and everyone is afraid of him so yeah… Toothless).

It was of course impossible for the nine people entering the arena with Zeng Xin now to have a victory count only five lower than his, because Zeng Xin's was already far, far too far ahead by now.

Among the nine people entering the Hell Slaughter Arena with Tang San right now, there were three who were already trembling all over, and the remaining six were trying to put up a strong front. After the nine entered the arena, they surrounded Zeng Xin in practically the first instant. Because they knew, if they didn't kill Zeng Xin, they wouldn't leave alive.

Within his deep blue pupils was a smear of blood-red, an ice-cold killing intent extended from Zeng Xin in practically an instant. Closing his eyes, he seemed to enjoy the feeling of the trembling degenerates around him.

Snarling, hissing, nine voices rose practically simultaneously in nine directions around Zeng Xin. Those nine opponents simultaneously threw themselves at Zeng Xin.

Nine people, attacking from nine different directions, but there wasn't the slightest bit of confusion in his mind. His figure flickering as if illusory, there seemed to be springs under his feet. Zeng Xin had already dodged in front of a shuddering opponent in a split second.

The next moment, the steel knife in that man's hand was already embedded in his neck.

Turning, kicking, hands flying up only one was left, Zeng Xin.

These three moved simultaneously. All held a body in one hand, a weapon in the other. Under the effect of their deep spirit power, they charged at Zeng Xin from three corners. Their minds were already locked in on this Seventy Five victory Asura King. They knew that the outcome lay in this one move, and they only had this one chance.

The battle was over, but Zeng Xin was in no hurry to leave. He slowly walked over to each of his opponents, and stomped.

Skulls shattered like chicken eggs under his feet, but the white light emitted under his feet kept even a drop of gore from landing on him.

Previous battles told Zeng Xin that as long as an opponent's head wasn't crushed, he couldn't relax his vigilance. In order to learn this, he had once paid the price of three broken ribs.

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Slaughter City, a dark and expansive room.

There was an especially enormous chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystal. These crystals drew the outline of a drum tower shape[2]. Besides this chair, everything here was dark red.

"Toothless Slayer won another match."

A gloomy and cold female voice echoed in the dark room.

"I know."

A tall silhouette sat in the giant chair. His appearance couldn't be seen clearly in the darkness, it was only apparent that he was slim.

"Great king. Won't we start to contact him? Slaughter City already hasn't had a true power join for a very long time."

"Do you believe he is truly a power?"

The tall man sitting in the chair asked.

"At least in technique, he is. He seems born for Slaughter City. His spirit power isn't especially strong, but all his techniques are terrifyingly powerful. Even if there was a Title Douluo in Slaughter City, they still might not be able to kill him without use of spirit powers. I can be sure that he has at least one spirit bone."

The Slaughter King was silent a moment,

"Then do you believe he can complete one hundred matches and challenge the Hell Road?"

"Completing one hundred victories is only a matter of time. But as for Hell Road, perhaps he won't be able to."

The Slaughter King coldly said:

"No need to contact him."

"Why? Great king, don't tell me you don't want our Slaughter City to grow more powerful? Even though we had a pact with Spirit Hall a thousand years ago, who knows whether they'll tear it up one day?"

She still hadn't finished speaking when two blood red lights shot out of the Slaughter King's eyes, the surrounding air clearly becoming thicker, a thick scent of blood spreading in the air, that ice cold woman's voice immediately issues a seemingly inhuman shrill scream, and in the corner, an inflated delicate body shuddered violently.

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He had already been here for close to a year, and the distance to the champion title in the Hell Slaughter Arena was only one final match. However, Zeng Xin discovered that he was about to collapse.

In this years, the people who had died by his hands long surpassed a thousand. People somehow got the news of him in the arena so he don't get to fight much. Any match he fights is just considered a channel to vent.