Douluo: Martial Soul Nine-Tailed Fox, I am the White Fox Emperor

In the center of the arena, Hu Bai stood facing the other nine fallen individuals.

His nine opponents were all menacing, exuding a strong smell of blood and violence; they were clearly seasoned veterans who had been fighting their way up here for a long time.

In contrast, Hu Bai, whose body had not yet fully developed and whose face was fair and handsome, looked like a little white rabbit that had wandered into a pack of wolves, appearing particularly out of place.

"Wow, where did this little baby come from?"

A burly, bald man with a centipede-like scar on his face grinned as he approached Hu Bai.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, looking at Hu Bai with the eyes of someone appraising food: "You're such a fair-skinned little kid, yet you were sent to the Killing City. The people outside are really heartless."

"But it's okay, I'll try to be gentle later, so it won't hurt you too much."

As the bald, burly man spoke, he let out a strange "hehe" laugh: "Your fair skin looks so tender, it must taste delicious."

These words drew laughter from the other fallen ones around them.

There is no normal food supply in the Killing City.

The only way to survive is to win the ring match.

The winner will receive a cup of liquid called "Bloody Mary," which is made from human blood mixed with special substances and can provide the energy and satiety needed for survival.

But there are always some people who have more primitive and savage hobbies.

They like to eat meat.

so.
Faced with this undisguised and malicious threat, Hu Bai remained expressionless; he didn't even lift his eyelids.

This extreme disregard completely enraged the bald, burly man.

"You little bastard, how dare you ignore me!"

He roared and stomped his feet, his fist, as big as a casserole dish, slammed down on Hu Bai's head with a fierce gust of wind!
He used all his strength in this punch; he wanted to smash this arrogant brat, along with his pretty head, into a pile of minced meat!
The cheers from the audience reached their peak at this moment!

The battle begins!

High on the throne, a man shrouded in a huge blood-red cloak looked down at the killing field with great interest.

He is the ruler of this city, the king of slaughter.

When he saw Hu Bai's thin figure, a hint of curiosity flashed in his scarlet eyes.

He knew, of course, that this boy had been personally sent in by the God of Slaughter, Bibi Dong.

He also wanted to see what qualifications this seemingly helpless little guy had to dare to step into this hell.

This is probably the youngest person to have entered the Killing City for training.

In the arena, the bald, muscular man's fist was already inches away, and the force of the punch even blew up a few strands of silver hair on Hu Bai's forehead.

However, Hu Bai's expression remained unchanged throughout.

Just as the fist was about to touch his face, a barely perceptible flash of white light appeared in his black eyes.

"Pfft!"

A soft sound, like a watermelon being crushed.

The bald, burly man's movements came to an abrupt halt. The savage grin on his face remained frozen, but his head exploded completely.

Red and white splattered all over the ground.

His headless corpse, propelled by inertia, took two more steps forward before collapsing with a thud at Hu Bai's feet.

Throughout the entire process, Hu Bai did not move an inch, and not even a speck of blood touched his body.

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The entire hellish killing field instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The Fallen Ones, who were howling wildly just a moment ago, were now like ducks with their necks being choked, unable to make a sound.

The expressions on the faces of the other eight contestants on the stage shifted dramatically, from amusement to astonishment, and then to terror. "What...what happened?! How did the bald man's brain suddenly explode?!" one of the Fallen Ones screamed, breaking the silence.

This bizarre method of death is unprecedented in this killing city that glorifies violent aesthetics.

Here, soul skills are disabled; everyone competes based on pure physical strength, combat skills, and experience in killing.

The few who possess self-created soul skills are all physical attack types.

This kind of killing method, where "whoever is stared at gets their head blown off," is beyond their comprehension!

On the throne, the King of Slaughter suddenly sat up straight, his scarlet eyes flashing with a sharp light.

With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see that in that instant, Hu Bai had used an invisible energy to directly destroy the bald man's brain.

It's mental strength!

But what puzzled him was how this boy could project his mental energy to attack without using spirit rings.

Such control is difficult even for some titled Douluo! Unless he possesses a related mental-type self-created soul skill!

A twelve-year-old boy possesses a self-created spirit-based soul skill?

This is simply a fantasy!

Before everyone could recover from their shock, Hu Bai made his move.

No, I should say, his eyes moved.

His dark eyes calmly swept over the remaining nine contestants.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

A series of rapid explosions rang out, like a unique symphony.

Those nine degenerates, who might have been vicious and ruthless to outsiders, didn't even manage a last word or a proper gesture before following in the footsteps of the bald, burly man, their heads exploding and turning into a pile of wreckage.

ten seconds.

From start to finish, it takes less than ten seconds.

These ten seconds also include the time the bald man spent speaking!

A life-or-death arena battle involving ten people came to an end in a way that no one could comprehend.

"A devil! He...he's a devil!"

In the stands, a fallen man suddenly let out a terrified scream, his body trembling like a leaf.

These words seemed to ignite a fuse.

The entire killing field erupted in chaos! But this time, it wasn't excited howls, but rather discussions filled with fear and awe!
All eyes were focused on the boy in white.

He remained standing in the same spot, dressed in pristine white, spotless.

But around him, the ten headless corpses and the mess on the ground created an extremely bizarre and terrifying scene.

This invisible and incomprehensible method of killing brings a deeper, more profound fear than the bloody scenes of swords and knives!
Hu Bai ignored the noise around him.

He simply turned his head and glanced at Hu Liena in the audience not far away, his eyes carrying a hint of instruction.

It's as if it's saying: Do you understand? This is how mental power should be used—it's about taking things by surprise and catching the opponent off guard, and the results are often excellent.

In the environment of the Killing City, the vast majority of the fallen are simple-minded and physically strong.

(End of this chapter)