Douluo: I, the Sun God

Chapter 102 The King of Killing

This sensitivity is not just about the perception of the outside world. The biggest change it brings is the control over the body. Under the influence of soul power, Xu Yang can control the swinging of his hair, the closing of his pores, and a series of things that he had never dared to think about before.

Even if Xu Yang wanted to, he could control the peristalsis of his stomach and intestines to quickly digest food and convert it into his own power.

……

In the simple room, Xu Yang finished a day's practice and completely digested the soul power in his body from the last practice. Then he took off his armor, took out metal materials from the storage soul guide and began to repair it.

After all, this armor was only a first-level soul guide. Although its defense was good, it was still damaged when facing a Soul Saint-level evil soul master. After simply repairing the armor, he pushed open the door and walked out, heading towards the Hell Killing Field.

Honestly, if it weren't for the two things he had to focus on in the Slaughter City—creating the body-building technique and perfecting his soul-guiding device—and the sun he created in his mind through visualization, which could dispel his inner demons and eliminate distracting thoughts, he might have gone mad or become one of these people in this year.

The pressure is really too great. It's so uncomfortable to be so tense and unable to relax at this moment.

There were quite a few fallen female evil soul masters who came to Xu Yang, but he sent them away with murderous intent. It wasn't because he was reserved and didn't want to touch these people, but for the sake of his life. No one could be trusted in the City of Slaughter, especially these women. They might kill you with a knife at the "critical" moment. Such situations were not uncommon.

This emotion forced him to finish his training in the City of Slaughter as soon as possible, but with his current winning streak, it would take at least five days to match him with a suitable opponent, and it could take ten days or half a month.

Therefore, if he wants to win a hundred games without missing a single one, it will take him ten months.

After repairing the armor, Xu Yang put it back on, set the alarm, and fell into a light sleep. Here you must get enough sleep while staying alert so that you can be in the best mental state to deal with the dangers that lie ahead.

After sleeping, Xu Yang took out food from the storage ring and started eating. These foods were not provided by the City of Slaughter, but were purchased by him before coming in. Both the taste and nutrition were much better than those in the City of Slaughter.

After eating, he walked towards the Hell Killing Field with a knife slung over his shoulder. Today was his 54th fight, and his opponents were stronger. Most of them had the strength of Soul Emperors and Soul Saints, and occasionally Soul Douluos would appear.

Except Xu Yang, no one above Soul King has achieved such a winning streak.

"It's Purgatory, hurry up! This guy is going to the Hell Killing Fields again!"

"This guy has become more and more brutal since he came to the City of Slaughter!"

"..."

After seeing Xu Yang, the evil soul masters around him made way. Many of those who had spare supplies rushed towards the entrance of the Hell Killing Field, just to win more supplies or Bloody Marys.

A year of killing made Xu Yang famous throughout the City of Killing. Because of the golden flames wrapped around the blade, he also had his own nickname: Purgatory.

Xu Yang didn't care about this. He just wanted to finish his training in the City of Slaughter as soon as possible, obtain the inner elixir of the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Snake, and return to the human world.

Soon, Xu Yang came to the ring. Among the other nine people who entered the Killing City together, seven were trembling all over, and only two had serious expressions and frowns. The moment the iron cages around them were closed, these nine people surrounded Xu Yang. They understood that if they didn't kill Xu Yang, they would have no chance of survival.

Xu Yang didn't care at all, as he had encountered this situation many times in recent times. Every time he went on stage, he would be surprised if the others didn't mob him. He no longer hid his cold, bloodthirsty murderous intent. A hint of blood red suddenly appeared in his black pupils, and the murderous aura spread. The nine people on the opposite side felt as if they had fallen into an icy cave, and their bodies began to tremble instinctively.

"Ah! Kill..."

Roaring and shouting, as if this could drive away the fear in their hearts, nine voices seemed to sound at the same time, and the nine opponents also chose to pounce on Xu Yang at the same moment.

Xu Yang's movements seemed slow, but they were actually incredibly fast. The Sun Spirit emerged from behind his head, and almost simultaneously, he held a Spirit Guided Pistol in his left hand and a Fine Iron Tang Sword in his right. Facing the nine men's siege, he first swept the Tang Sword across 360 degrees, compressing it to the point of a silken thread, forcing the nine men back.

At that moment, he raised the soul guide pistol in his left hand and pulled the trigger. Eighteen explosive bombs were fired almost instantly. These explosive bombs had been improved. Not only did their power reach the level of a fourth-level soul guide, but they were also easier to control and could be detonated in advance.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

All eighteen explosive bombs were fired at a Soul Saint. Although the Soul Saint wanted to dodge, Xu Yang had detonated seven of them in advance, using the impact of the explosion to make it impossible for him to dodge, and then he was killed by the remaining eleven bullets.

"It's that same fighting style again. First, use the sword energy to force the opponent back, and then use that strange weapon to finish off the strongest opponent. Is there no one who can break it?!"

"As the saying goes, it's not about age, but about usefulness! Furthermore, the fighting styles of this Purgatory are extremely varied. The fact that so many people have been killed shows just how powerful they are."

"..."

Seeing Xu Yang defeat the strongest Soul Saint, the audience in the field instantly exploded and expressed their opinions one after another.

Xu Yang in the field only had eyes for the remaining six people. He instantly changed the soul-guided pistol in his left hand. He had a total of four soul-guided pistols prepared in his storage ring, and each one was loaded with bullets in advance to save time in changing bullets.

A cloud of lightning surged out from under his feet, and the whole person turned into a shadow, rushing straight towards the Soul Emperor closest to him.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you? For this competition, I even replaced my arms with fine steel prosthetic limbs. I don't believe your Tang sword can cut through fine iron!" The Soul Emperor roared loudly, and all the soul power in his body exploded, tearing the clothes on his arms and revealing the fine steel prosthetic limbs.

The other seven people also stared at Xu Yang at the same time, and their soul power was wrapped around their weapons.

"Kill the God of Death with one strike!"

Xu Yang rushed forward from the front, the Tang sword in his right hand wrapped in soul power, flashing with golden red light, turning into a blade of light and slashing directly at the Soul Emperor. As the sword was slashed out, the Soul Emperor stood there in a daze, allowing the sword light to pass through his prosthetic limb and cut into his body.

"Pfft!"

The blade light dissipated, and the Soul Emperor's body split in two, splattering everywhere. Blood instantly dyed the entire arena red.

(End of this chapter)