The veiled girl, of course, had no idea what Li Chang’an’s crude joke ant, so she simply ignored the flirtatious playboy and continued leading him into the Inner City.
But the mont they stepped inside, Li Chang’an instantly felt the stark contrast between the Outer and Inner Cities. If the Outer City was a realm of deathly silence and cold indifference, then the Inner City was a world of extravagant chaos and madness.
Colorful lights danced across every corner. The Inner City was far more populated than the Outer City, and the atmosphere was completely different—noisy, frenzied, and unrestrained. There were bursts of laughter, wails of pain, and disturbing, bone-chilling sounds coming from all directions.
Right in front of him, a man and a woman were shalessly fucking in broad daylight. Even more absurdly, a crowd had gathered around them, cheering them on.
From what Li Chang’an could tell, the guy wasn’t very skilled—poor technique, no foreplay—just a brute with no finesse.
As for violence? Even more rampant. Every few steps, soone was being killed, or engaged in a bloody fight. Blood painted the streets, and even Li Chang’an found it difficult to adapt for a mont.
He suddenly realized that in this City of Slaughter, he didn’t need to suppress his bloodlust—it ca surging up all on its own. It was as if the only way to release the fury in his heart was through killing.
Catching himself, Li Chang’an quickly focused his mind—ntally picturing Bai Xue’s boobs, Xiao Wu’s legs, and ng Yiran. With the aid of his powerful spiritual strength, he managed to steady his heart once more.
’My will... is not sothing re killing intent can shake.’
The veiled girl walking beside him naturally noticed this subtle shift. Though she said nothing, her opinion of him rose even further.
’Looks like this kid isn’t just handso and flirty—he’s got so serious inner strength. Maybe... just maybe... he really can win a hundred matches and earn the title of "Killing God." And if that happens... could I leave this place with him? ’
...
Under her guidance, Li Chang’an soon arrived at a unique building—round in shape, more accurately an imperfect cone. The base was the widest, gradually narrowing until about thirty ters up, where it straightened and continued as a column until fifty ters high.
The Hell Slaughter Arena.
It occupied a huge area, comparable to the Great Spirit Arena in Soutuo City, but the feeling it gave off was completely different.
Constructed entirely of black stone, the arena exuded a suffocating pressure. The veiled girl explained that the arena sat at the exact center of the City of Slaughter—proof of its unmatched importance here.
Before entering, she made sure to explain the rules:
"Once inside, use your identification number to register. Then wait for your match. During the wait, no fighting is allowed. Each round has ten participants. No matter what thod you use—only one person can walk out alive."
One survives out of ten. Brutal, but fitting for the City of Slaughter.
"Got it," Li Chang’an nodded calmly. As he looked around, he saw other people heading toward the arena. All of them radiated strong killing intent. Their appearances and clothes, however, were filthy and chaotic.
By comparison, Li Chang’an—clean, well-dressed, and devastatingly handso—stood out like a sore thumb.
Especially with his youthful looks and striking features, several burly, thick-necked n cast him... rather inappropriate looks.
If the veiled girl hadn’t been by his side, so of them might’ve already tried sothing.
In this city, it wasn’t just won in short supply—a pretty boy like Li Chang’an was a rare commodity.
He ignored the stares. As long as no one provoked him, he wouldn’t start anything. But if they dared step out of line—he wouldn’t hesitate.
The interior of the Hell Slaughter Arena was even more crude than it looked from outside. No partitions, no frills. Just ring upon ring of spectator seats surrounding a massive open arena, easily a hundred ters in diater.
At the mont, the stands were only about 20% full. Screams echoed from within the arena—out of ten contestants, seven were already dead, and the remaining three were locked in a desperate struggle for survival.
"Can you register ?" Li Chang’an asked, wrinkling his nose at the bloody stench. He leaned in to speak near the veiled girl’s ear, and his breath tickled her skin, making her slightly uncomfortable.
"Alright!" she said quickly, taking his number tag and rushing off to handle the registration—looking exactly like the class belle he once flirted with in middle school, running away in embarrassnt.
Despite the arena’s deadly nature, the registration process was remarkably simple. Hand over your ID tag, wait until ten people were gathered, then fight. You didn’t even need to provide your na.
Not that many here even rembered their real nas. In this place, you only earned titles through blood—like "Slaughter God," or "King of Asura."
It didn’t take long before Li Chang’an was called to the arena.
Before entering, he turned to the veiled girl and said, "You can leave now. Thanks for your help."
But internally, he smirked.
’I’ll bet a silver coin, you won’t actually go.’
Sure enough, she didn’t leave. She stayed right there in the stands, silent—but watching.
Li Chang’an didn’t say anything more. With a leap, he entered the arena. The other nine participants followed soon after.
There were six n and three won—each reeking of blood. One man, in particular, radiated a killing intent so strong that it was palpable.
This guy has at least a few hundred lives on his hands.
Li Chang’an quickly sized them up and was just about to deliver a flashy line—sothing like "I’ll take all of you on myself"—when that very sa blood-soaked man beat him to it.
"You nine co at together! Insects!"
Li Chang’an: ’Did you just steal my line?’
He stepped forward, voice sharp and annoyed, "Hey now—how about you all let take care of him first, then we fight among ourselves, yeah?"
There are many things a man can tolerate being stolen... but not his chance to show off.
Before the others could respond, Li Chang’an moved.
With a flash, he was in front of the arrogant brute, delivering a powerful kick before the man could even finish his sentence:
"Hmph! You talk big, but—"
WHAM.
His body bent unnaturally, as if struck by a boulder. The force lifted him clean off the ground and sent him flying through the air like a broken doll.
"Alright, the poser’s taken care of. Let’s continue," Li Chang’an said with a smile.
But in the eyes of the remaining eight, that smile was anything but friendly. It was terrifying.
Still, rules were rules—ten enter, one leaves. No matter how afraid they were, they had no choice but to fight.
Silently agreeing, the eight attacked Li Chang’an together, each using their deadliest skills. One of the won even pulled out five poisoned throwing knives, hoping to catch him off guard with a sneak attack.
"You eight, co at together!"
Li Chang’an shouted—finally getting to deliver the line that had been stolen from him earlier.
And then the real fight began.
Li Chang’an didn’t summon his martial soul. He used only his body—exactly as planned. This was the perfect place to refine his hand-to-hand combat.
Charge. Retreat. Slash. Hack. Stab. Sweep...
He used every lethal move his body could manage, testing and sharpening his close-combat skills one strike at a ti.
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