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

Unless the opponent also possesses a mental-type martial soul, or has a soul power level high enough to form a natural mental defense, it is impossible to detect even the fluctuations in mental power.

Hu Liena was incredibly intelligent and naturally understood Hu Bai's meaning. She nodded solemnly and kept this scene firmly in her heart.

Meanwhile, in Hu Bai's spiritual sea, the angry voice of Hyotei resounded.

"Xiao Bai, when did you become so violent! Headshots and stuff like that are not elegant at all, and this doesn't fit your character at all!"

Hu Bai smiled inwardly: "Oh? So what kind of persona am I?"

Hyotei retorted confidently, "You should be a pure, flawless, white-clad immortal, untouched by the dust of the world! What do you mean by the way you're resolving this battle?"

"Too simplistic and crude?" Hu Bai said.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Hyotei nodded repeatedly.

Hu Bai smiled helplessly: "Aren't you just complaining that my fighting style isn't cool enough? Why are you making such a fuss?"

"If I had used your ability just now, and used 'Ice Emperor's Wrath' to freeze the entire arena into an ice sculpture, you would probably have jumped for joy, right?"

Hyotei's little secret was instantly exposed, and she blushed slightly.

Okay, that's what she meant.

Killing with mental power is too intangible. Although it is shocking, it lacks visual impact and only makes people feel eeriness and horror.

But if it's a flashy elemental attack, that's a different story.

That kind of tangible, world-destroying power, while instilling fear in the enemy, also evokes complex emotions such as admiration and longing in onlookers.

Instead of the word "devil" popping up directly like it does now.

"The White-Clad Killer! The White-Clad Killer!"

Just then, someone in the stands below started shouting.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar of shouts echoed throughout the entire killing field.

With just one victory, these degenerate worshippers of the strong spontaneously bestowed upon Hu Bai a completely new title.

This left Hu Bai feeling somewhat helpless.

This title is a bit too childish and pretentious.

Moreover, he has only won one game. Is it really appropriate to be so hasty?

Of course, he also knew that in the original story, Tang San and Hu Liena also received the titles of Asura King and Hell Messenger respectively here.

Stepping off the bloody arena, Hu Bai met up with Xie Yue and Hu Liena, and together they arrived at the bar in the killing field.

The Slaughter Messenger was already waiting there. Her gaze towards Hu Bai had changed from initial disdain to deep apprehension and a hint of flattery.

She personally prepared a cup of blood-red liquid and pushed it in front of Hu Bai.

"White-Clad God of Slaughter, what a fitting title." The Slaughter Envoy chuckled as she handed over the wine cup.

"This is Bloody Mash. Every winner gets a free cup to replenish the energy you used in battle."

Hu Bai looked at the liquid in the cup that emitted a faint fishy smell, his heart was completely unmoved, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

Bloody Mary?
He knew the recipe for this stuff inside and out. Its original name was "Yellow Spring Dew," and it was made from the blood and even the souls of the defeated.

To maintain the killer instinct, a slow-acting poison that can stimulate the most primal killing desires in people is specially added.

In the realm of consciousness, the Snow Emperor's icy voice rang out: "This is no drink, it's clearly human blood! Little White, don't drink it."

Hyotei was filled with rage: "What does this woman take you for! How dare she make you drink such filthy stuff!"

Hu Bai reassured himself, "Don't worry, look at the people around us. They all seem to treat drinking this as an honor and something they're used to. Is this stuff really drinkable?"

Without needing any reminders from Hyotei and Yuki-tei, he already felt a physiological aversion to the disgusting elements in the original work.

He raised his eyes, looked at the smiling assassin, and calmly pushed the wine glass back.

"no need."

"I have a little problem."

"I don't like drinking human blood."

Upon hearing this, the Slaughterer's smile instantly froze on his face.

Xie Yue and Hu Liena, who were standing next to him, had drastically changed expressions!

Bloody Mary...made with human blood?!
What's the point of drinking this stuff? No wonder the teacher solemnly warned them before they came in that they should touch as little of this stuff as possible!
Hu Bai's casual remark, "I don't like drinking human blood," was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing a huge uproar around the bar.

The fallen ones around him, who were holding "Bloody Mary" and preparing to enjoy the fruits of their victory, froze in unison, looking at Hu Bai with eyes that seemed to regard him as an idiot.

Not drinking?

In this city of carnage, who would dare refuse the reward of victory? Refuse the "gift" of the King of Slaughter?
Is this kid here for the first time? Oh, it seems so.

The smile on the killer's face vanished completely, replaced by an icy chill.

She patiently said, word by word, "Respected White-Clad Assassin, anyone who enters the City of Slaughter must drink this 'Bloody Mary,' it's the rule."

As an envoy personally chosen by the King of Slaughter, she certainly knew what was in that cup of red liquid.

To put it bluntly, this stuff is a kind of stimulant.

A poison used to continuously stimulate the killing instinct within the human body.

After all, the hellish killing field is too cruel. Having witnessed so much death, even the fiercest fallen will feel fear. If everyone fears death and refuses to participate, then what is the point of this city's existence?
Therefore, Bloody Mary must be used to numb their senses, making them indulge in the pleasure of killing and unable to extricate themselves.

More importantly, only a very small portion of the blood and spiritual energy of those who died in the arena were used to make Bloody Mary.

The rest was mostly absorbed by the city's mysterious formation, eventually transformed into the purest energy to power the Slaughter King on his throne for cultivation.

Therefore, drinking Bloody Mary is not just about following the rules, but also a form of tribute.

Hu Bai's actions are undoubtedly challenging the fundamental rules of this city!
"Oh, so this is the newly crowned White-Clad Assassin God?"

Beside the bar, a tall, burly, and menacing-looking degenerate chuckled and walked over.

He sized Hu Bai up and down, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery: "Looks like just a callow brat, too afraid to even drink a beverage. How can someone like you deserve the title of White-Clad Killer?"

His words expressed the sentiments of many fallen people around him. (End of Chapter)