Killing

"Welcome to the city of killing."

　　A woman with a black veil and a mask walked out of the gate of the City of Slaughter.

　　"Hey... this is a bit like a famous scene~"

　　Qianshui went through formal channels and didn't need to go through any taverns. He had already investigated it clearly in the Spirit Hall in his early years.

　　He and Gordon received two number plates, which read '8384' and '8385' respectively. Qianshui received it first, but he cleverly exchanged it with Gordon.

　　Without saying anything, he followed the woman with a black veil covering her face and smoky makeup into the City of Slaughter.

　　What came into view was a blue-purple street, as if it was illuminated by some kind of ambient light. The smell of rust in the air was extremely pungent, and you knew what it was without having to think about it.

　　"I am your guide, if you have any questions you can ask me.

　　Within twelve hours, I will answer all your questions. After twelve hours, this will be where you will live, and you will officially become a member of the Slaughter City."

　　There were many things that Qianshui had to say about the City of Slaughter. After all, with Bibi Dong, the former God of Slaughter, there was nothing he wanted to ask, except for one thing.

　　"Is the ruler of the City of Slaughter the King of Slaughter?"

　　"Oh? It seems that you know a lot about the City of Slaughter?"

　　"It's okay. Another question is how long has the King of Slaughter existed in the City of Slaughter?"

　　"It is known that the so-called King of Slaughter is Tang Chen. Tang Hao and Bibi Dong came here before and after I was born. He should have been here at that time, otherwise he would not have sensed Tang Hao's presence."

　　"No one knows how long the King of Slaughter has existed, and that's not something you should ask!"

　　The woman in black veil was obviously unhappy and looked unfriendly.

　　"Didn't you say you would answer all my questions?"

　　Looking at the murderous messenger of killing, Qianshui was too lazy to say more, "Forget it, forget it. If you don't know, you can't answer. Take me to the killing field of hell, or you can take me to find a place to live first."

　　"Are you sure? Only one person can survive out of ten participants in the Hell Killing Ground. This is the easiest place in our Killing City to reduce the population.

　　Each person will only be required to enter the Killing Fields of Hell once a year, and as long as they win once, they can live in the Killing City for a year. "

　　Qianshui dropped Gordon in his hand and ignored his existence. He was going to prepare for warm-up.

　　"I know everything you said. Actually, I just want to ask if I can only participate once a day?"

　　"ah?"

　　This question obviously confused the woman. The residents of the City of Slaughter must have been thinking about how to participate less or not at all in the Hell Killing Field, but they didn't expect that this young man wanted to participate multiple times a day?

　　Qianshui's idea was very simple. He just wanted to leave this damn place as soon as possible. He just got a girlfriend, why would he stay here if he didn't go back and hug her?

　　He felt a little regretful when he thought about this, but unfortunately there is no medicine for regret in the world. If you don't think clearly, you will have to pay the price for your irrationality.

　　What's more, his perception is very strong, and he has already felt those scenes in the inner city that shocked his world view.

　　"One hundred games, one game a day for a hundred days, hurry up..."

　　"As long as there are people signing up, the competition will continue. Once we have ten people, we can start a competition."

　　"Oh~ So that's how it is."

　　After saying that, Qianshui took out the "Honest Conscience" and put it on his waist so that he could take action at any time.

　　"How fast can you run?"

　　Qianshui had no interest in visiting the prison at all, he just wanted to finish the work quickly.

　　"ah?"

　　"Stop it, which direction is the Hell Killing Field?"

　　The woman subconsciously pointed in a direction, and then all she could hear was the whistling wind and the receding street scene.

　　"This is it."

　　The direction of the flow of people, the central location of the City of Slaughter, and the tall tower structure all indicate that this place is not simple.

　　The woman was a little frightened. The strength displayed by the young man in front of her was far beyond what a person of her level could achieve.

　　Looking at the corrupt people drinking a glass of Bloody Mary, Qianshui understood something.

　　"You need a Bloody Mary to get in, right?"

　　"yes…"

　　The sword flashed, and the unlucky guy closest to him became unlucky.

　　"Let's go"

　　The woman was a little dazed, but she came to her senses.

　　There were very few rookies among the entrants, and the man killed by Qianshui also had the cultivation level of a Soul Emperor, but he did not have the slightest chance to resist.

　　The most terrifying thing was that the young man in front of him could not sense how much murderous intent he had.

　　Qianshui himself was secretly surprised, because it was too fast, he seemed to have no time to react. If he attacked the vital point, he would die. Killing was such a simple matter.

　　He has always been aware that all his attacks are for the purpose of killing, and there is no possibility of the existence of a soul-wasting skill like "Entanglement".

　　Because of this, he usually refrains from fighting, as killing is too easy for him.

　　But there is no need to worry about these things in the City of Slaughter. Anyone here can go to the hell of tongue-pulling, so he just needs to relax his mental restrictions.

　　The woman with smoky makeup walked into the killing field of hell with Qianshui and poured Bloody Mary into a huge container, which marked their entry.

　　"This place hasn't been repaired for many years, it's so shabby." After complaining about the interior of the Hell Killing Field, Qianshui turned around and handed the ID card to the woman, "Please help me sign up."

　　And soon, Qianshui stood on the killing field.

　　In the spectator seats, a spectator slammed his hand hard on the railing.

　　"Qianshui! This little bastard! How dare he come to the City of Slaughter!"

　　The speaker was Yu Luomian from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

　　"Brother Yu, the Hell Killing Field cannot be stopped."

　　"I understand, Brother Dugu, this little beast has fallen into your hands!"

　　Yu Luomian grinned grimly. The City of Slaughter had a great influence on him. At this moment, he could not control his murderous intent at all.

　　"Um?"

　　Apparently Qianshui also noticed the situation in the spectator seats, "Yu Luomian and Dugu Bo? No way? So unlucky? Tsk, it seems that we can only play one match today."

　　Soon the killing began, and he had no time to think about the two old men.

　　But since he dared to let people in, and I am coming too, he certainly wouldn't be looking for death.

　　"A Douluo person without soul skills is even worse than an Asan who eats with his hands!"

　　Seeing the nine opponents in front of him start to kill each other, Qianshui did not move immediately. Although seeing that he was a newcomer, half of them chose to besiege him, but they were all easily avoided.

　　"They all have the third, fourth and fifth rings. It's just a fight between two noobs..."

　　His originally lazy eyes suddenly became focused, he dodged and swung his sword, beheading an opponent, "Tsk, you are so powerful."

　　After adjusting the force of his sword, Qianshui took a step forward and rushed into the crowd until the other side of the battle was empty.

　　His actions attracted the attention of the remaining eight people, and they all looked at him.

　　But the next moment, blood spurted out of the necks of the people who had just been on the path.

　　"It's not well controlled. It's all blood."

　　He originally thought that if he drew his sword quickly enough, less blood would remain on the sword, but his conscience was indeed soaked through.

　　The rest of the people naturally could not escape the disaster either. They were all stabbed in the throat with one sword and fell on the killing field in hell.

　　"Is this how you absorb soul power? Tsk, it's disgusting, but it's better than nothing."

　　When a contestant is killed in the Hell Killing Field, a portion of his soul power will be absorbed by the winner. Qianshui knows this, but he finds it a bit difficult to accept mentally. After all, the winner carries a human soul, and he can feel it easily.

　　"Alas, the next two old guys are the most troublesome!"