Chapter 1 The Children in the City of Slaughter
"Huh? You Slaughter City have children? And they're going to the Hell Slaughter Arena?"
A stunningly beautiful young woman in a black dress watched as a child of about ten years old faced nine men much taller than him in the Hell Slaughter Arena of the Slaughter City. He was like a lamb entering a pack of wolves, shouting out "soul skills" but not actually using any soul skills.
Dragon Claw Hand, Lotus Float, Kangaroo Jump, Cracking Walnuts with Head, Mouse Stealing Cheese, Giant Axe Chopping Down a Tree, Mount Tai Pressing Down, Scorpion Palm...
However, it was as if the nine grown men had decided beforehand to cooperate in killing the child.
The girl in the black dress wore a mask, obscuring her face, but her voice revealed her to be a beauty.
The girl in black veil beside him simply smiled: "Don't underestimate this child. He's no ordinary child. If he were, he wouldn't be down there."
The girl in the black dress asked, "Why?"
The girl in the black veil offered an explanation.
"Newborns are not uncommon in the entire Killing City. You saw it when you came in, didn't you? Whether in the inner or outer city, there are men and women engaging in debauchery everywhere. There will always be women who get pregnant. Some will abort the child, while others will give birth to the child."
"The King of Slaughter showed great leniency towards these children, granting them a newcomer protection period until they turned twelve."
The girl in the black dress nodded: "Then what's wrong with him?"
Several explosions rang out in the killing field, and the girl in the black dress widened her eyes in disbelief.
"Is that food? Steamed buns?"
The girl in black veil smiled again: "As you can see, his martial soul is a steamed bun that bursts open, like a thunderbolt. And because he awakened innate full soul power, the price he has to pay to obtain a soul ring is the cancellation of his newcomer protection period before the age of twelve."
The girl in the black dress understood the reason: "The King of Slaughter went with the flow without realizing it, thinking he was lucky, and also wanted to see how he could survive."
"That's right. In these three years, he has already achieved sixty victories. This age is unprecedented in the entire history of the Killing City." Looking at the young figure below, the girl in black veiled felt a surge of fervor.
The girl in the black dress was even more shocked. She originally thought that her twin martial souls were powerful enough, and she also had the so-called angel god-level martial soul. Even compared to the Spirit Hall's Hell Training Camp, she dared to say that no one on the Douluo Continent could compare to this child, and he was only a food-type soul master.
Suddenly, a figure flashed past the girl in the black dress—a cultivation failure who was unusually diligent in studying the theory of Soul Masters.
"You are not as good as him."
He turned to look at his guide.
"Could you please register me? I want to participate in the next competition."
"Are you sure you want to sign up for the Hell Killing Arena? If you sign up now, you'll miss the newcomer protection period."
The girl in black veil turned to the woman in black dress and asked earnestly.
Those who dare to directly participate in the Hell's Killing Fields are either out of their minds or extremely confident in their abilities.
The girl in the black dress pointed at the child below and said, "I didn't participate on a whim just because that kid below could win the Killing Arena. I'm very confident in my abilities!"
The girl in the black veil nodded: "Okay! Good luck!"
The girl in the black dress continued watching the match in the killing field, and saw that it was almost over.
The boy wielded two swords, his movements clean and swift, as fast as lightning, fluid and decisive, eliminating his enemies in the fastest and most efficient way possible—it was unbelievable that a child could do such a thing.
Now, he has won another match.
In the City of Slaughter, all Soul Master skills are unusable. People can only survive by relying on their instincts and their own strength. Soul power can be used as a source of power, but it is scarce.
Li Pu is different; his martial soul is the Steamed Bun Thunder, which can be eaten and exploded. As his strength increases, the power of the Steamed Bun Thunder becomes even greater.
It can be said that his martial soul is equivalent to a terrifying soul skill, a soul skill that even the City of Slaughter cannot restrict.
Especially after he started participating in the Hell Killing Arena, no one looked down on him at first, and there were only scenes of ridicule, after all, how could a child walk out of the Hell Killing Arena?
After Li Pu entered the arena, as he won more and more times, no one who had fallen from grace treated him as a child anymore, but as a god of death, a god of death they feared and dreaded!
The Fallen Ones feared his outrageous Steamed Bun Thunder Martial Soul, and wanted to kill him, or even beg for a Steamed Bun Thunder to increase their chances of survival.
Of course, the Fallen One's fear of Li Pu Baozi Lei is only part of it; more importantly, it's his control over soul power.
Because of the Fallen Ones' subsequent pursuit of Li Pu, he directly caused his soul power to explode during his research on the Baozi Thunder explosion.
This transformed him from a food-type support Soul Master into a terrifying combat-type Soul Master warrior.
Not to mention his mastery of weapons, earning him the title of God of War in the City of Slaughter!
He dealt with any fallen one who tried to kill him, even after surviving an attack by hundreds of fallen ones in the hellish killing field!
Even those who were fallen, such as Soul Emperors, Soul Saints, Soul Douluos, and Title Douluos, ultimately died at his hands, and some of them were even alive and achieved great success.
Over time, they became an opponent that no fallen one in the Killing City wanted to face.
Everyone who sees it keeps their distance and dares not come any closer.
I'd rather he finish his 100th win and leave as soon as possible.
You know, kids like him are still under the protection of being twelve years old, and they have to fight tooth and nail for food with their peers every day.
As a result, Li Pu has many titles in the City of Slaughter.
The Holy Infant King!
Mr. Bag!
Demon King!
However, he is more often called the God of War!
All weapons were readily available and easy to use.
Other fallen ones have no titles; in the City of Slaughter, they are merely numbers. Only those who inspire fear, dread, and awe in countless fallen ones are worthy of written titles.
After the battle ended, Li Pu left the arena, preparing to hand it over to the ten people in the next round.
Li Pu encounters the new girl with a dark style.
You could tell at a glance that this was a newcomer; their clothes were spotless.
The black dress was both beautiful and flattering, with a soft color that accentuated her figure perfectly. The dress swayed in unison with her steps, and the heels made a crisp sound as they hit the ground. In this blood-red city of carnage, it seemed that only the sound of heels scraping against the ground could be heard, making her as dazzling as a deity descending to earth.
Even with a mask on, she still exudes an intangible nobility and elegance, making people feel an irresistible urge to worship her.
Clearly, these are not fallen beings, but rather those who have come here for trials!
They exchanged a glance, said nothing, and then passed each other.
In the land of slaughter, there is no concept of friends; the people you meet when you go out are either enemies or staff.
End of this chapter...