Chapter 357: Besieged by a Hundred?
A few minutes later, just as Tang Chuan stepped out of the Hell Slaughter Arena and into the narrow alleyway shrouded in a faint blue-purple light, the oppressive killing intent in the air suddenly reached a boiling point!
"Kill him!!"
"We can't let him leave alive!"
"Attack together! He's fought thirty-five matches; his Soul Power must be exhausted!"
"Seize his spear! Eat his flesh and blood!"
"If he doesn't die, how can we participate in the matches in the future?"
Roars echoed from all directions!
From both ends of the alley, on the rooftops on either side, and even from the shadows of the drains, over a hundred hideous Fallen Ones with bloodshot eyes instantly swarmed out!
They held all sorts of strange weapons—rusty blades and swords, heavy iron hammers, poisoned daggers, and even crude bone clubs. Each of them exuded a violent aura from long-term slaughter, and at this moment, they were driven to a state of frenzied courage by fear and greed.
They had personally witnessed those inconceivable thirty-five slaughters within the Hell Slaughter Arena, and the shock in their hearts was beyond words. However, at the same time, a more realistic and urgent fear gripped them.
With this monster around, who would dare to sign up for the matches?
If they didn't participate, they wouldn't be able to obtain the bloody mary necessary for survival in Slaughter City!
The result would still be death!
Rather than waiting for death, it was better to take advantage of the fact that Tang Chuan had just undergone consecutive battles to gather all their strength and strangle this terrifying newcomer at the start of his rise! Furthermore, if they could feast on the flesh and blood of this powerful newcomer, they might even gain unexpected benefits!
Thus, this long-premeditated ambush—or rather, a siege driven by the instinct of fear—broke out violently the moment Tang Chuan stepped out of the gates!
"Roar—!"
The dozen or so strongest Fallen Ones at the front were the first to pounce like wild beasts, their blades and axes whistling through the air as they swung down, sealing off all of Tang Chuan's surrounding space for evasion.
On the rooftops on both sides, several Fallen Ones holding crossbows or throwing weapons had already pulled their triggers, and poisoned arrows and flying daggers shot toward him like a swarm of venomous bees!
From behind, even more people surged forward like a tide, attempting to drown him with human wave tactics!
Facing this sudden life-or-death situation, the gaze behind Tang Chuan's ghost god mask didn't flicker in the slightest, nor was there even a hint of surprise.
It was as if all of this had long been within his expectations.
He didn't even fully raise the golden dragon spear in his hand.
Just as the first cleaver was about to touch the top of his head.
Tang Chuan's figure strangely vanished?
However, the truth was not that he had vanished, but that his speed had instantly increased to the point where he left an afterimage that these Fallen Ones' vision simply could not capture!
"Whoosh—!"
A blurred blue afterimage cut into the crowd pouncing from the front like Gui Mei.
There were no deafening sounds of collision, only a series of dense, scalp-tingling "chi-chi" sounds, like a red-hot sharp blade cutting through grease!
A golden spear radiance bloomed within the narrow space like a venomous Dragon come to life!
As the first spear radiance flashed by, the bodies of three Fallen Ones charging side-by-side suddenly froze. A bloodline as thin as a hair appeared on their necks simultaneously, and then their heads slowly tilted and slid off.
Before the afterimage had even faded, the long spear had already spun and thrust out like a venomous snake baring its fangs, with incomparable precision shattering two poisoned daggers that were sneaking in from the side. The spear tip then sunk into the eyes of their owners, piercing through the back of their heads and bringing out a burst of red and white matter.
The arrows and flying daggers shot from the rooftops appeared clumsy and slow before Tang Chuan's Gui Mei-like moving afterimage. He didn't even bother to parry them; he simply shifted his body in several infinitesimal deviations of mere millimeters, causing all the ranged attacks to miss.
By now, Tang Chuan had already charged into the densest part of the crowd!
At this moment, the golden dragon spear was no longer the Sharp Weapon for precise kills it had been on the stage; it had transformed into a violent death whirlwind!
The spear shaft suddenly swept across, and then, carrying terrifyingly immense force, it directly sliced four Fallen Ones charging side-by-side in half at the waist, spilling internal organs and blood all over the ground!
The spear tip stabbed rapidly, turning into a sky full of golden cold stars. Every time a cold star flashed, it precisely pierced the forehead, throat, or heart of a Fallen One, claiming seven or eight lives in an instant!
Facing an attack coming from behind in an attempt to embrace him, Tang Chuan didn't even turn his head. He struck backward with his spear, the end of the shaft acting like a heavy hammer as it slammed into the attacker's chest and abdomen, shattering their internal organs. The body flew backward like a tattered sack, knocking down a swath of people behind them.
Immediately following that, his footsteps didn't stop. He maneuvered through the narrow alley, every step landing in the gaps between the crowd or upon corpses. Every step he took was accompanied by the blooming of golden spear radiance and the withering of life. His movements were fast to the extreme and ruthless to the extreme.
There were no redundant flourishes; every move was for the most efficient slaughter.
Blood splattered like a rainstorm, staining the alley walls red and soaking the dark red ground.
Severed limbs flew everywhere, and the sounds of screams, bones shattering, weapons hitting the ground, and death wails... intertwined into a hair-raising death movement.
The initial madness and courage of the besiegers were quickly replaced by boundless fear in the face of this slaughter that resembled an Asura Hell.
They discovered that the blue-haired youth not only showed no signs of exhaustion but, on the contrary, seemed as if he had just finished warming up, killing more fiercely and faster as he went!
That golden spear was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, heartlessly reaping lives. Their numerical advantage appeared so laughable in the face of absolute speed, strength, and killing techniques.
People started to break down,He turned and ran away.
But the alley was narrow and the crowd was congested; where could they possibly escape to?
Tang Chuan didn't even give them the chance to scatter.
His figure was like a shadow following the bone, clinging tightly to the crowd. The golden spear radiance was like a maggot on a bone, precisely catching up to every back that attempted to turn away.
A massacre, a pure massacre.
When the last Fallen One was pierced from behind by the spear radiance and pinned to the alley wall, twitching as he drew his last breath, the entire alley had been completely transformed into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Over a hundred corpses were piled together in various contorted poses. Blood gathered into streams, gurgling along the cracks in the ground, and the stench of blood was so thick it almost felt tangible.
Tang Chuan stood in the center of the pile of corpses, slowly withdrawing the golden dragon spear.
At this moment, golden light still flowed over the spear's body, without a single speck of blood on it.
However, his blue clothes were already stained with large patches of dark red, and his ghost god mask was also splattered with blood spots. Only his exposed blue eyes remained as indifferent as ever.
Rather than saying a hundred people had surrounded him, it was more accurate to say he had surrounded a hundred people by himself.
"Besiege me? Based on just you lot, do you think you're worthy?"
With a cold sneer, Tang Chuan slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping toward the end of the alley.
There, a golden figure stood stiffly. It was Hu Liena, who had just finished her match and come out to investigate after hearing the massive commotion outside.
At this moment, her face was as pale as paper, and her beautiful eyes were wide open, filled with unmistakable shock, horror, and even a hint of fear.
She had also experienced the tempering of the Hell Slaughter Arena and her hands were also stained with blood, but when had she ever seen such an efficient, such a cold-blooded, such a... large-scale massacre?
One man, one spear. In just a few minutes, he had slaughtered over a hundred vicious besiegers like chopping melons and vegetables!
Loving Book So Far Check Out 80+ Advanced Chapters At Pa Treon:
patreon.com/FicTonic1