Another half year flashed by, and the slaughter of Gu Xuan and Dugu Yan never ceased, continuing unabated.
Inside the Hell Slaughter Arena, Gu Xuan was surrounded by nine people. He had long become the greatest threat in their eyes because his victory count far exceeded theirs—a full seventy wins, which meant over a thousand people had already died by his hand.
Including the first month, Gu Xuan and Dugu Yan had been in Slaughter City for seven months. In just seven months, Gu Xuan had achieved seventy match victories. This meant he averaged at least ten matches a month, a figure that was unprecedented in Slaughter City for thousands of years.
Now, Gu Xuan held a title here: Shura, the Shura King from Hell.
Dugu Yan also had her own title. Although these were nicknames given by others, they truly suited them. While Dugu Yan was slightly behind Gu Xuan, her victory count reached sixty-five, only five less than his. Her nickname was Rakshasa, the Rakshasa Queen!
At this moment, the other nine people in the Hell Slaughter Arena had Gu Xuan surrounded. Their eyes were filled with desperate bravado because they knew that if they didn't kill Gu Xuan first, not one of them would survive.
A hint of blood-red appeared in his cold, dark pupils. An icy, bloodthirsty killing intent spread from Gu Xuan's body in an instant—this was the intent he had accumulated and understood from endless slaughter over seven months! Closing his eyes, he seemed to enjoy the feeling of the fallen ones trembling around him; only by constantly struggling on the edge of life and death can one understand the true essence of practical combat.
Roaring and howling, nine voices rang out almost simultaneously from nine different directions around Gu Xuan. The nine opponents lunged at him in the center at once.
Opening his eyes abruptly, he watched the nine people pouncing from different angles, but his mind wasn't disturbed in the slightest. His figure flickered like a phantom, his feet seemingly spring-loaded; relying on his terrifying explosive power, Gu Xuan's body flashed in front of one opponent in a heartbeat.
In the next moment, that person's own steel blade was embedded in their own neck. Sidestepping and kicking, he raised his right hand and thrust out; the sharp, three-foot darkgold claws decapitated another person.
Weaving through the arena several times, Gu Xuan held nothing back. Between the boost of his Martial Soul possession and the horror of the Darkgold Terrorclaw, the field was cleared in just one round, leaving only two people standing.
The remaining two were the strongest among the nine, both having Soul Saint cultivation. But here, soul power rank wasn't everything; even a commoner had a chance to fight an average Soul Master. If they could use soul skills, these two might have posed a sliver of a threat, but this was Slaughter City, where all soul skills were nullified.
Having been forged by three great immortal herbs, two external soul bones, and soul rings absorbed beyond his level, Gu Xuan's physical strength was far beyond theirs. Soul power was important, but without soul skills, it didn't play an absolute role in battle.
The two moved simultaneously, still targeting Gu Xuan. Driven by their thick soul power, they rushed him from two different angles in a pincer formation. Their mental power was completely locked onto this seventy-win Shura King; they knew victory or defeat rested on this single stroke, and they only had one chance.
The corners of Gu Xuan's mouth curled up. His strong, powerful legs exerted sudden force, and he shot out like a cannonball, charging first toward a Soul Master wielding a large hammer. The Darkgold Terrorclaw first flicked away the opponent's hammer, then carved the man's body into six segments. Turning around, he exploded with speed again, and the same scene played out once more. Less than thirty seconds after the match began, only Gu Xuan's figure remained in the center of the stage.
"Shura King! Shura King! Shura King!"
Countless fallen ones erupted in cheers. Though they feared his strength and cold-bloodedness, it didn't stop their excitement. Seventy-one wins; Gu Xuan was one step closer to a hundred.
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Slaughter City, in a dark and spacious room.
There was an exceptionally large chair encrusted with blue and purple crystals, which formed a skeletal shape. Except for this chair, everything else here was dark red.
"The Shura King has won another match," a chilly female voice rang out in the shadows.
"I know," a cold voice replied as a tall figure sat down on the massive chair. His features were hidden in the darkness, leaving only the outline of a burly and majestic physique.
"King, should we start contacting him? It has been a long time since a truly strong person joined Slaughter City," the female voice spoke again, now softer and less cold.
The tall man on the chair didn't answer directly, instead asking, "Do you think he is a truly strong person?"
In the dim room, the woman remained invisible, but her voice rose again, "Regardless of his power, in terms of technique, he is."
"The Shura King seems born for Slaughter City. His soul power isn't particularly high, but his various techniques are terrifyingly strong. Even a Titled Douluo within Slaughter City, without the use of soul skills, might not be able to kill him. His external soul bone skill has a unique advantage here; with that claw, he is indeed a strong one here. Furthermore, I can guarantee he has at least one other soul bone on him."
The Slaughter King remained silent for a moment before his voice rumbled, "Then do you think he can complete a hundred matches and challenge the Hell Road?"
"For him, completing a hundred matches is only a matter of time. But as for the Hell Road, I'm afraid he won't make it through," the female voice hesitated before replying.
The Slaughter King said coldly, "There is no need to contact him."
"Why? Great King, do you not wish for our Slaughter City to grow stronger? Although we had an agreement with Spirit Hall a thousand years ago, who knows when they might tear it up?"
The Slaughter King replied icily, "Spirit Hall has no time to worry about us right now."
He said no more, waving his hand to plunge the dim room into absolute darkness. The female voice didn't speak again. In the dark, the Slaughter King's eyes shone like blood-red rubies. He looked at the ceiling as if he could see the purple moon through it.
"Is it the divine will?" a deep voice murmured in the darkness.
With a wave of his hand, a thick, dark red liquid flew out from before him. In that darkness, there was actually a huge pool of blood in front of him, filled with viscous blood. He opened his mouth and swallowed the blood; in the dim light, two fangs were briefly revealed.
...
Gu Xuan walked off the stage. On the stands, Dugu Yan had already arrived at the entrance of the Hell Slaughter Arena. Because she was there, not a single person dared to approach the entrance.
Seeing Gu Xuan, Dugu Yan waved and came to his side, taking his arm without caring about the bloodstains on him.
"Congratulations, Xiao Xuan. You're one step closer to a hundred matches. It won't be long before we can enter the Hell Road," Dugu Yan said affectionately.
Gu Xuan gave a helpless smile and replied, "Yanzi, the chances for us to join matches might be even fewer now. It took a full week to arrange this match today. If those people hadn't been reaching their one-year limit, it probably would have taken even longer."
Gu Xuan had originally estimated it would take about a year to reach a hundred wins and challenge the Hell Road. But now it seemed it might take longer. As he and Dugu Yan grew more powerful and their fame louder, others were simply unwilling to sign up whenever they entered. In a match against the Shura King or the Rakshasa Queen, there was rarely any outcome other than death.
Dugu Yan shook her head and said, "We'll just have to leave it to fate; it's not something we can force. Let's go."
As they walked out of the arena, no one dared to ambush them anymore. Others stayed far away upon seeing them. The names of Gu Xuan and Dugu Yan were household words throughout Slaughter City; no one dared to cross the path of the 'Two Great Evils.'
Returning to their courtyard, both meditated and cultivated. Even here, they didn't waste a single moment. The killing intent gathered in Slaughter City didn't affect them much; suppressing it wasn't a problem for them. Especially since Dugu Yan had absorbed a fifty-thousand-year Mind Concentration Wisdom Skull Bone, and they could rely on and trust each other completely, they hadn't been affected by the aura of slaughter so far.
Ultimately, it was because they hadn't eaten any food from Slaughter City; for over seven months, they had eaten only the food they brought themselves. Combined with the various spirit pills they possessed, life here was actually quite comfortable.
Hu Liena, however, wasn't so lucky. She had been in Slaughter City for over a year and had reached a terrifying sixty-eight-match winning streak, but her physical condition was far worse than theirs. Gu Xuan could predict that without help, she likely wouldn't get out. Even if she reached a hundred wins, she wouldn't survive the Hell Road.
Gu Xuan wasn't heartless; it was just that Hu Liena belonged to Spirit Hall, which was destined to be a great enemy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Helping her now would be like nursing a tiger. It was already merciful that he hadn't killed her for her soul bone.
After seven months, Gu Xuan's soul power rank had jumped from Rank 61 to a terrifying Rank 66. Five ranks in seven months meant he gained a rank roughly every month or so. And despite this rapid rise, his soul power wasn't unstable; instead, it was solid. This speed was naturally due to the soul power he absorbed and refined in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Dugu Yan had also reached Rank 66, remaining at the same rank as Gu Xuan. But remember, she had originally been one rank higher than him. The reason he caught up was that his absorption and conversion efficiency was superior to hers. Now, Dugu Yan had just broken through to Rank 66, while Gu Xuan was already at its peak.
Others, even a genius like Hu Liena, couldn't compare to them because her refinement efficiency was far lower. If she ignored her condition and forcibly absorbed that soul power, her strength would indeed rise quickly, but she would soon risk going insane, becoming a monster who only knew how to kill!
(End of Chapter)
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