Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

His companion, a woman with a scar on her face, sneered and shook her head: "Don't be silly. Didn't you see what he did just now? Even a ruthless guy like Lao Hei was scared out of his wits. You still want to go and die?"

The man pursed his lips and muttered resentfully, "But he doesn't seem that capable... Is he just going to keep pretending like this forever?"

The woman narrowed her eyes, staring at Leosley's retreating figure, and whispered, "Pretending? Do you think he needs to pretend? Old Black has made it this far in the Killing Capital by sheer ruthlessness. But you saw what happened just now, Old Black didn't even touch him, and he was so scared he collapsed to the ground. What do you think is the reason for that?"

The man frowned, subconsciously touching his chin, his tone tinged with confusion: "Then tell me, why didn't he just kill Old Hei? Not killing someone here isn't a wise choice."

The woman chuckled and shook her head: "You think he's like you, only knowing how to solve problems with brute force? This kind of person is either truly confident and disdains to use force, or he simply doesn't care about the rules of the Killing City. Either way, it shows that he's not someone we can mess with."

Here, the city is divided into an inner city and an outer city. The people in the outer city have to struggle desperately for survival by shedding blood, living like dogs.

However, in the inner city, there are no rules. Anyone who passes by can become his prey if he has even a hint of murderous intent.

Perhaps because killing was commonplace here, the little incident just now did not attract the attention of the people around. Everyone was still busy with their own things, as if the air in this area was filled with the smell of blood.

In the inner city, Leosley followed the crowd for a few minutes when a peculiar building suddenly appeared before him. The building was circular, or more precisely, an irregular cone, wide at the base and gradually narrowing upwards, as if hinting at its oppressive nature.

This is the legendary hellish killing field!

The entire Hell Slaughter Arena was quite large, similar to the Great Soul Arena he had seen before. The only difference was that this black building exuded a heavy sense of oppression.

The black color is not the building's natural color, but rather the blood that has accumulated over the years, covering it.

"Stop!" Suddenly, two law enforcement officers blocked Leosley's path.

"If you want to get in and watch the game, you'll have to contribute Bloody Mary!" they said seriously.

“We still need blood!” Leosley rubbed his forehead helplessly, thinking to himself that he had indeed overlooked this point.

Or perhaps...

The two law enforcement officers looked at Hisewen with the same eyes they had for some precious treasure.

Leosley had seen that kind of look countless times since he came here; it was nothing more than wanting Siegwen to spend the night with him or something.

The reason these two enforcement teams are so arrogant is simply because they know that in the entire Slaughter City, only their enforcement teams, the so-called messenger of the King of Slaughter, and those who have obtained the title of God of Slaughter can use soul skills. Therefore, in their eyes, no matter how strong Leosley and Sigwen are outside, they are now just "useless" people who cannot use soul skills.

If a Soul Master can't use Soul Skills, then their combat power is less than that of air.

"Anyone's blood will do?" Leosley suddenly smiled, but that smile carried a chilling undertone, like a gust of wind in the dead of winter, icy and piercing yet impossible to ignore.

The two officers exchanged a glance. One of them said impatiently, "Of course, as long as it's blood. Stop talking nonsense and hand over Bloody Mary, or you're not getting in." The other officer's eyes remained greedily fixed on Siegwen, a lewd smile playing on his lips. "Or, we could make an exception and have your friend spend the night with us."

Siegwen's eyes darkened slightly, a hint of disgust flashing across her face, but she didn't speak. She simply stood quietly behind Leosley, as if waiting for something.

Leosley's smile remained on his face, but his eyes gradually turned cold, like a bottomless icy pool that could devour everything at any moment.

The two law enforcement officers clearly sensed the unusual atmosphere. One of them, his initial impatience gradually replaced by vigilance, unconsciously tightened his grip on his weapon. The other continued to stare at Siegwen, but the greed in his eyes had been replaced by a hint of unease.

Leosley slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently hooking, and a faint tearing sound suddenly came from the air, as if something was being torn apart.

The law enforcement officer who was staring at Siegwen suddenly groaned, clutched his neck, and staggered back a few steps. Blood seeped from between his fingers, staining his clothes red.

The officer's throat felt like it had been slashed by an invisible blade; blood gushed out, staining his shirt crimson. His body trembled violently, his hands clutching the wound desperately to stop the bleeding, but to no avail.

His eyes were filled with terror and despair. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out; he could only make a few hoarse gurgling noises.

A moment later, his legs gave way and he collapsed heavily to the ground, his blood spreading across the surface and forming a crimson lake.

The other law enforcement officer's face turned pale instantly, his eyes filled with shock.

He saw it clearly: the one who had just killed his companion was actually Ice!

It's ice that appeared out of thin air.

There's only one explanation—a soul skill.

A bone-chilling cold filled the air, a thin layer of frost formed on the ground, and tiny ice crystals floated in the air like snowflakes falling in winter. The surviving law enforcement officer stared wide-eyed, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he were struggling to suppress his inner fear. A heavy stench of blood filled the air, and his companion's corpse on the ground was still bleeding profusely, the red liquid spreading around his boots in a gruesome sight.

He swallowed hard, his voice low and hoarse: "Who...who are you? How can you use soul skills in the City of Slaughter?"

Leosley didn't answer, nor did he even glance at him. His gaze remained calm and cold, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter. He turned and continued walking forward, his steps steady and composed, without pausing in the slightest because of the other man's questioning.

Before he could finish speaking, a thin, long ice spike suddenly appeared in his vision, its tip gleaming with a chilling light, aimed straight at his brow. His pupils contracted sharply, and his body instinctively leaned back, trying to avoid this fatal blow, but the ice spike was far faster than his reaction, almost instantly approaching his face.

At this critical moment, the ice spike suddenly stopped in mid-air, just a hair's breadth away from his brow.

"The Bloody Mary you wanted can still be used if you scoop it up in a cup." (End of Chapter)