Douluo Continent: Become stronger by stealing Tang San's luck

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San.

"Don't mess with them, or I won't save you."

As for Tang Lan, he didn't say much.

Although soul skills are not allowed here, soul rings can be activated.

So even with the broken ring, it's still usable.

Tang Lan now has a million-year spirit ring, and also a 70-year and a 40-year spirit ring.

What if it explodes?

Even Tang Hao wasn't sure if his full-force hammer strike was as powerful as Tang Lan's.

He continued, —

"Apart from that, there is the distinction between the inner and outer city."

"In the outer city of the Killing Capital, all fighting is prohibited. Violators will be executed on the spot by the city's law enforcement officers."

"In the inner city of the Slaughter City, people can kill each other to their heart's content. Even brothers cannot be completely trusted here."

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San again.

This made Tang San feel very strange.

"Dad, why are you looking at me like that?"

"I absolutely trust my brother!"

Tang Hao gave a cold laugh.

He was reminding Tang Lan that she couldn't trust a nobody like him!

Since Tang Hao believed Tang Lan could understand, he didn't waste any more words.

"Let's go. Aren't you in a hurry? Let's head straight to the Hell Slaughter Arena."

Tang Lan nodded happily, which suited him perfectly.

Tang Hao and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger made no attempt to conceal their presence as they walked down the main road.

People along the way gave way, not daring to even glance at it.

That was incredibly majestic.

"Looks like Dad's killed a lot of people in these ten months," Tang Lan joked. "Look at them, they're practically wetting their pants."

"Isn't this just to feed you soul spirits?" Tang Hao said irritably, "The King of Slaughter has been looking for me several times. If you don't come soon, I should leave."

Tang Lan shrugged.

This king of slaughter is quite stingy.

I just don't know.

If Tang Lan were to wreak havoc, how would the King of Slaughter behave?

I'm really looking forward to it.

At this time.

Tang San leaned closer and said—

"Brother, there's something wrong with that Yellow Spring Dew. It can confuse people's minds and make their internal energy mixed. Even though you're immune to all poisons, it's best to drink less of it."

Tang Lan nodded in agreement.

The raw material for Yellow Spring Dew is human blood, but its source is the blood-red river of the Killing City.

It contains a slow-acting poison that can control people's minds.

It was created by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, which parasitized Tang Chen, using its own abilities to control the City of Slaughter.

It would be strange if things went well.

'However, the Yellow Spring Dew can be absorbed by the Evil Eye.'

'I wonder if the Evil Eye can devour this blood-red nine-headed bat king?'

'If that were possible, it would save us a lot of trouble.'

Thinking room.

The three men and one tiger arrived at the hellish killing field.

With Tang Hao, this god of death, around.

The guards at the entrance didn't even dare to ask for an "entry ticket" and simply made way for them.

Go inside.

A wave of noisy heat hit us in the face, and a group of people in various costumes were cheering wildly.

"kill him!"

"Aim for the vital points!"

"A fatal blow to the throat, well done!"

"What a beautiful girl, what a pity."

The layout of the ancient Roman Colosseum shows a fierce battle taking place in the arena below, with every move aimed at vital points, a fight to the death!

Tang San was terrified!

"This is the hellish killing field," Tang Hao explained. "Each match is a free-for-all with 10 players, and only one winner can survive in the end."

"To earn the title of God of Slaughter, I need to achieve a 100-game winning streak."

That means 900 people were killed.

Tang Lan already knew the rules and didn't show much reaction.

Tang San's eyelids twitched!

So bloody?

Let's look down again.

The remaining two are both Soul Saints with seven rings.

Even if their soul skills are sealed,

Tang San still felt immense pressure at the thought of going up as a four-ring Soul Master!

this.

How do I fight it?

Not to mention that he only has a little over a month left before he has to return to Poseidon Island to complete the Light of Poseidon.

otherwise

"Bam—"

His head is going to explode.

"Brother!" Tang San asked anxiously, "Is it really possible to achieve a 100-game winning streak in just over a month?"

Tang Lan smiled.

"You're wrong about one thing, Little Sanzi."

Just then, the battle below ended, with a Beast Soul Saint killing his opponent at the cost of severe injuries.

Tang Lan stepped on the ice sword and flew downwards.

Without turning his head, he said—

"I set a timeframe for myself of ten days to complete the task quickly."

He landed directly in the hellish killing field, without wearing any mask, revealing his youthful but handsome face.

Wave again.

Ten soul bones, each exuding the aura of ten thousand years, floated around him.

He faced the crowd around him, his expression full of provocation.

Although he didn't speak.

But they all understood what he meant.

"I have ten ten-thousand-year-old soul bones here. Whoever can kill me will have them."

Of the 99% of desperados present, which one came in voluntarily?

They were all forced into this situation and had no other choice but to flee here.

Simply put—they're a bunch of country bumpkins.

I've never seen anything like this before.

Nine people who were already eyeing the scene immediately jumped into the hellish killing field.

Those who were a step behind were left lamenting and regretting their actions.

Why is such a tremendous opportunity taking so long?

Then I sat down to watch the show.

There are ten soul bones in total, but only one winner can emerge victorious.

Whether he absorbs it on the spot or not, he will eventually have to leave the hellish killing field, right?

But outside is the inner city, where you can act freely!

It remains to be seen who will ultimately possess this soul bone.

The staff in charge of hosting the event were also very efficient.

He announced directly, "The slaughter begins!"

The words fell.

The nine people in the Hell Slaughter Arena did not rush towards Tang Lan, but instead began fighting each other nearby.