Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

The black-armored knight exuded no human aura; a pair of blood-red eyes flickered within his helmet, and his voice was icy as he spoke:

"I am Scott, the Dread Knight."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling aura filled the air, and a sharp, menacing killing intent rushed towards him.

"Don't be nervous. The Slaughter Tavern incident is Slaughter City's test for you. Your killing intent is barely up to par, so you're qualified to enter Slaughter City," said the Dread Knight Scott coldly.

Suddenly, with a slight movement of his hand, a black plaque emerged from the tips of his two fingers and shot menacingly toward Sikong Zheng.

Sikong Zheng held the black skull and crossbones sign in his hand, his fingers twirling it to reveal a black number—8848.

"This is your proof of presence in the Killing City. Please enter the city; someone will guide you at the city gate."

Sikong Zheng nodded and headed straight for the City of Slaughter.

Unlike the original Tang San, he was not hindered and was able to travel there smoothly.

Above the massive city gate hung the four large characters "City of Slaughter." Two rows of black-armored warriors stood silently before the gate. Sikong Zheng raised the plaque in his hand and calmly entered the dark gate. As soon as he stepped inside…

"Welcome to the City of Slaughter." A woman's voice suddenly rang out. The woman's voice was very pleasant, and she, wearing a black veil, gestured for people to enter.

"Huh?" Sikong Zheng looked at the woman in front of him in surprise. This woman was the beautiful envoy who received Tang San in the anime.

Sikong Zheng originally thought that someone else would be the guide, since Tang San was treated with caution by the King of Slaughter because of the God of Slaughter, Tang Hao, who was behind him, and sent an envoy to test him.

Sikong Zheng shook his head, no longer thinking about it. This woman was naturally good at guiding people; Yi Qiao was just guiding him this time.

The woman in black veil approached gracefully and said:

"I am your guide. You can ask me anything you don't understand. I will answer all your questions within twelve hours. After twelve hours, this will be where you live. You will officially become a member of the Killing City."

"Hmm," Sikong Zheng responded indifferently, without asking any questions.

He knew the situation in the Killing City very well, so he naturally wouldn't waste time asking questions.

Sikong Zheng simply followed behind the woman in the black veil, observing the situation outside the city with great interest.

The outer city of the Killing Capital was indeed quiet, with only a few emaciated figures visible everywhere. Their excessive consumption of Yellow Spring Dew had left them barely clinging to life in the outer city.

Sikong Zheng withdrew his gaze and did not look at it again.

A few streetlights hung along both sides of the street, emitting a faint yellow glow. Although there were quite a few people passing by, they all avoided him like the plague, hurrying away.

Apart from everything appearing so dark, at first glance, it really doesn't seem any different from an ordinary city.

The woman in black veil looked at Sikong Zheng, her eyes narrowing, and she could no longer hold back, saying:

"Aren't you going to ask me about the situation in the Killing City? You know, this will be where you'll be living for a while."

There was no need to waste time. Sikong Zheng kept his eyes straight ahead and said coldly:

"Okay, take me straight to the Hell Slaughter Arena."

The woman in black veil exclaimed in surprise:

"Are you sure? If you're a newbie, I suggest you adapt to life in the outer city first..."

As Sikong Zheng's icy gaze fell upon her, the woman in the black veil stopped speaking and returned the icy gaze to Sikong Zheng.

He turned around and silently led the way forward.

The woman in black veil understood that the man before her should know something about the Killing City, so she didn't bother to say anything more and let him die in the Killing City.

There were no guards in the inner city. The woman in black veil and Sikong Zheng stepped into it side by side.

As soon as they entered, good heavens, the situation in the inner city did not disappoint Sikong Zheng.

The inner city was the complete opposite of the outer city, extravagant and noisy.

Unconsciously, a violent impulse surged within Sikong Zheng.

Seeing these appalling scenes, even though I was mentally prepared, it's not something a normal person can adapt to in a short time, and my heart was pounding uncontrollably.

Suddenly feeling a sense of oppression, Sikong Zheng, whose heart was filled with agitation, appeared extremely irritable and found it difficult to blend in for a while.

"Hiss~ Huff~," Sikong Zheng took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

At this moment, Sikong Zheng was in a state of agitation and rebuked him in dissatisfaction:

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take them to the hellish killing field."

The woman in the black veil frowned. "Weren't you the one who froze first?" she said, leading the way with increasing impatience.

Finally, Sikong Zheng saw a peculiar black building, about thirty meters above the ground. The building was circular, or more accurately, an irregular cone shape.

At this moment, Sikong Zheng was staring at a bald, burly man whose chest was covered in scars and whose head was dented. The man was holding a cup of Yellow Spring Dew and waiting in line.

The bald, burly man seemed to sense something. He turned around and saw Sikong Zheng staring intently at him. His eyes flashed with anger, but after glancing at the woman in black gauze next to Sikong Zheng, he withdrew his anger, turned his head away, and grinned disdainfully.

Suddenly, the woman in black saw Sikong Zheng stride forward and abruptly approach the bald, burly man. She was taken aback and was about to shout to stop him.

Sikong Zheng collapsed with power, his whole body like a dragon emerging from the sea, his right fist roaring.

"Pfft," a bloody hole appeared on the bald man's body.

"Pfft," another "pfft" sound rang out, the bald, burly man's eyes widened, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and slowly lowered his head, a fist stuck in his stomach.

He struggled to turn his head and stared intently at Sikong Zheng, who had just been dismissive of him.

"Pfft," as Sikong Zheng withdrew his fist, the big man spat out a mouthful of blood again. However, at this moment, the big man convulsed, and his whole body was like a candle in the wind, swaying precariously.

"Boom!" Sikong Zheng's right fist slammed into the big man's head.

In an instant, the bald, burly man flew backward to the right like a broken sack, his body tumbling through the air before crashing into a place out of sight.

Only one cup of Yellow Spring Dew remained, briefly suspended in the air. Sikong Zheng caught it with lightning speed.

The Yellow Spring Dew had a new owner. Sikong Zheng took over the spot where the big man had stood before him, as if nothing had happened.

What's most terrifying is that the killer had an astonishingly cold and indifferent gaze.

The whole process happened in an instant. The woman in black veil didn't even have time to stop Sikong Zheng's suicidal behavior, but in the end, she was the one who got slapped in the face.

He opened his mouth wide and stared at Sikong Zheng in silence for a moment before launching a sneak attack.

She swore she had never seen anyone so, so "witty".

Clearly, Sikong Zheng cleverly took advantage of the presence of the woman in the black veil.

When the bald, burly man saw the woman in black gauze beside Sikong Zheng, he knew that Sikong Zheng was a newcomer. As long as he did not attack others within twelve hours, the woman in black gauze could ensure that Sikong Zheng would get through the newcomer period.

It was precisely because of the presence of the woman in the black veil that the bald, burly man underestimated her, never expecting that Sikong Zheng would launch a sneak attack and send him away.

The woman in black veil stared coldly at Sikong Zheng. Although she was very displeased, she recognized the man's strength. With a cold snort, she decisively turned and left.

Upon entering, they took out their identity tokens to register for the next battle, while the cup of Yellow Spring Dew that Sikong Zheng had snatched was poured into a huge container.

Sikong Zheng passed through a black passageway. At the same time, nine doors opened at the edge of the circular battlefield, where the ten contestants would face life and death.

The interior of the Hell Slaughter Arena was even more rudimentary than it appeared from the outside. There were no barriers whatsoever; the outer perimeter consisted of concentric stands extending upwards. Below lay a vast, empty battlefield, hundreds of square meters in diameter.

There weren't many spectators in the stands, but they all wore cruel and bloodthirsty glints as they excitedly watched the ten people below.

Sikong Zheng looked around warily, took two steps back to distance himself from the other nine people and adopt a defensive stance.

To be precise, all ten of them quickly surveyed their surroundings, recognizing their mortal enemies.

Among them, Sikong Zheng appeared the weakest, because it was not hard to tell from the intensity of the killing intent emanating from him that he had not killed many people, and his killing intent was concentrated but not solidified.

The strongest would often be surrounded and attacked by the crowd, with all ten of them roaring and fighting together.

"Ugh!" a burly man screamed as Sikong Zheng punched him in the head, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the side. As he fell, Sikong Zheng followed up with a knee strike, which slammed into his abdomen, sending him flying.

Sikong Zheng swiftly dispatched the last person on the field without even taking a breath. Although Sikong Zheng had the last laugh, he had actually only killed three people.