Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

"Waiter, we need to enter the Killing City!"

Leosley walked steadily to the bar, his fingertips lightly tapping the tabletop, producing a crisp sound that seemed to announce to the surrounding clamor.

"Tickets!" The waiter's voice was as cold and devoid of warmth as frost in winter.

Leosley clearly understood the significance of the tickets, but he didn't intend to collect them himself.

The rules here have always been enforced by others.

"What kind of ticket?"

This was Zhu Zhuqing's first time stepping into this land filled with killing and darkness, and her face showed confusion and unease.

Leosley did not respond immediately, but waited quietly, seemingly observing the atmosphere around him.

“Where did this brat come from? Go home. This is not a place for you.”

In the shadows, mocking voices, like sharp blades, pierced Zhu Zhuqing's heart without mercy.

"You don't even know Bloody Mary, yet you expect to get in?" The tavern was filled with whispers and taunts. The patrons, finding an outlet for their frustrations in the oppressive atmosphere, relentlessly attacked Zhu Zhuqing with their words.

"What is Bloody Mary?" Zhu Zhuqing asked softly. Despite the jeers that surrounded her, she remained steadfast, staring straight ahead with a stubborn glint in her eyes. Her gaze fell on Leosley, hoping to find the answer in his icy blue eyes.

“Human blood.” Leosley’s words were like a sharp blade, utterly calm, yet instantly silencing the surrounding noise. The air seemed to freeze, and the people around involuntarily held their breath, awaiting what would happen next.

"What?" Zhu Zhuqing's face immediately turned deathly pale, a look of disbelief and shock flashing in her eyes. She vaguely sensed the deeper meaning behind those words, yet she was unwilling to accept it. Her voice trembled slightly, as if she were about to be swallowed by immense fear.

"Where did this little brat come from? I advise you not to go into Slaughter City. How about coming over and playing with your brother? I guarantee it'll be more exciting than Slaughter City!" A voice, laced with frivolous teasing, came from the crowd.

"Yeah, isn't the point of growing up to seek thrills?"

Another voice rang out, and a figure wielding a sword surrounded Leosley and Zhu Zhuqing, his eyes gleaming with greedy red light.

Among this group, some intended to wantonly destroy Leosley's handsome face, but most gazes were fixed on Zhu Zhuqing and Xigewen, revealing an undisguised desire and curiosity about Leosley's identity. Whoever could bring these two young women into the City of Slaughter must be no ordinary person.

However, they didn't understand that in this killing capital, endless undercurrents and potential dangers awaited them. Zhu Zhuqing ignored these mocking voices; her inner stubbornness remained unwavering.

Her body trembled slightly, her hands clenching unconsciously as she tried to remain calm. At this moment, these fierce-looking people were still completely unaware of the fate that was about to befall them.

With Leosley around, Zhu Zhuqing wasn't flustered at all.

You can see the whole leopard from a single spot; you can tell the style of the Killing City just by looking at these people.

In the Douluo Continent, the Fallen Ones are actually a special group in the Soul Master world.

Part of it is the bloodthirsty attribute inherent in their martial spirits, which makes them prone to losing control during cultivation, eventually turning them into bloodthirsty monsters.

Part of the reason was the conflict between the Soul Masters and the Spirit Hall, which led to them being hunted down by the Spirit Hall and forced to embark on a path with no future.

These people aren't particularly strong; after all, not everyone is named Dugu Bo, so they were forced to come here.

Soul Saints like Zhao Wuji, who offended the Spirit Hall and then the Power Clan and still survived so well, are exceptions.

Some are born bloodthirsty, itching to kill if they don't kill someone for a day; it has nothing to do with their martial spirit, they just want to kill. The last part is purely "oppression by officials leading to rebellion."

If commoner Soul Masters have no way to rise in the ranks, they can only be manipulated by nobles. In the end, they either have to die, become the nobles' dogs, or kill the nobles and try to survive.

Unable to rise above others and unable to survive, they can only degenerate!

The Killing City is the only place where these people can survive after they fall from grace.

Nobody or someone famous?
Let's take a gamble; what if we become famous?

Therefore, apart from those who are simply seeking experience, all four types of people mentioned above can be collectively referred to as LOSERs.

“Before you step through that door, there is one last thing I have to teach you.” Leosley’s words were like the morning frost of winter, cold yet resolute. The Eye of God behind him flickered with a faint and mysterious light, and instantly, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, as if even the killing intent in the air was forced to retreat at this moment, turning into an invisible mist, leaving behind a serene solemnity.

"To show mercy to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself. Once you are inside, your friends will become illusions, and only yourself will be the most trustworthy support."

His tone carried a profound warning, creating an invisible pressure that made the reality of that moment seem all the more heavy.

"So now, you need to learn to make independent judgments."

His words were like thunder, shaking every soul present.

Before Leosley could finish speaking or take any action, the burly man closest to him suddenly leaped up like a beast, his face contorted in rage, and roared, "I'll kill you first!"

"Once you die, both of these girls will be mine."

In that instant, the atmosphere of battle swept in like a storm, and the air was filled with tension and an omen of impending doom.

Perhaps driven by human desires, or perhaps by curiosity about Leosley's identity, they simply didn't care whether their actions were wise.

For them, this is a gamble, and what they need to do now is to do everything in their power to kill their opponent.

Leosley did not make a move, but quietly watched Zhu Zhuqing.

All he needs to do is guide and encourage.

"What...should I do?"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice trembled slightly, and her eyes held a hint of confusion. But she knew that at this moment, she had no way out.

"Kill them."

Leosley's voice carried a hint of coldness, but also a touch of anticipation. He could see that Zhu Zhuqing visibly trembled upon hearing those words, her eyes displaying a complex expression.

The murderous intent around them intensified, and the temperature inside the tavern plummeted.

"This is the test we face, the trial that the City of Slaughter has put us through." In this oppressive atmosphere, a shout broke the silence, reverberating in everyone's ears.

Instantly, everyone's gaze burned like fire, their eyes reddening, revealing endless longing and despair. An atmosphere of madness permeated the air, as if reason had been cast aside. Like a surging torrent, the crowd rushed towards Leosley and his companions. (End of Chapter)