Douluo Continent: This Soul Master is Too Bizarre and Unpredictable

I don't know exactly how many people are in the inner city.

However, one thing is certain: to become the God of Slaughter in the City of Slaughter, the concern shouldn't be whether the Hell Slaughter Arena has enough duelists, but rather one's own strength.

The woman in black veil naturally understood the meaning behind Mu Yang's question.

But the woman in the black veil felt that the blue-haired boy, whose number was either 6666 or 8888, was clearly focusing on the wrong thing.

It's important to understand that while the population of the inner city of the Killing Capital is constantly being depleted, it is also constantly being replenished.

Unless there is a significant loss of population in a short period of time, or it is known that there are extremely powerful and ruthless individuals who use other people's lives to rack up winning streaks, there is absolutely no reason why the Hell Killing Arena would be completely deserted.

"Is that so?"

Mu Yang raised an eyebrow but didn't ask any more questions.

However, he had made up his mind that he could not go on a killing spree outside the hellish killing field. At most, he would kill a few chickens to scare the monkeys, and only take down a few corrupt individuals who lacked martial ethics and led the group fight, so that he would not be able to get enough kills in the later stages of the hundred-win streak.

The two were very lucky. Along the way, they only encountered fierce battles. Although the scenes were quite bloody, they did not encounter the more difficult and shocking scenes that were rumored to be the most difficult.

Led by the woman in black veils, the two arrived at a building located in the center of the inner city, which was not much smaller than the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.

The building is circular, or more accurately, an irregular cone shape, with the largest area at the bottom, narrowing upwards until it reaches a height of about thirty meters above the ground, at which point it maintains the same diameter and extends upwards to fifty meters.

"Gentlemen, this building is the Hell Slaughter Arena, the core of the Slaughter City."

The rules of the Hell Killing Arena are simple: once inside, register using your own identification card and wait for the match to begin.

During the waiting period, participants are not allowed to make any moves; violators will be subject to action by the Killing City's law enforcement team.

Each group of ten people enters the killing field. No matter what method you use, as long as you can come out alive in the end, you're good.

Therefore, the survival rate for those participating in the Hell Killing Arena is at most one in ten.

Additionally, spectators are allowed to watch matches in the Hellfire Arena, but an entrance fee of one Bloody Mary per person is required.

The woman in black veil introduced herself to Mu Yang and his companion.

Mu Yang nodded: "We understand. If there's nothing else, you may leave."

The woman in black veil: "."

Is this the legendary "ruthless removal of that thing"?

The woman in black veil glanced expressionlessly at Mu Yang and Shui Bing'er, then silently took her leave.

People already look down on you, so what are you still doing standing here? It'll save you the trouble of saying anything more.

After the woman in black veil left, Shui Bing'er asked, "Shall we go straight into the Hell Killing Arena?"

"Alright, Bing'er, you go watch the game from the stands, I'll test the waters first."

After a moment's thought, Mu Yang said.

"That woman just said that watching the Hell's Killing Arena requires a Bloody Mary as an entrance fee. Where are we going to get one?"

"Aren't they everywhere?"

Mu Yang pointed to the Fallen Ones walking towards the Hell Slaughter Arena and passing by nearby, and said, "Bing'er, the Slaughter City is different from the outside world. There is almost no order here. The strong can do whatever they want. Rape, rape, and plunder are commonplace."

We must put away our kindness and treat everyone we encounter as an enemy.

Upon hearing this, Shui Bing'er clenched her fists and nodded solemnly.

"You, come here!"

Then, Mu Yang used his Soul-Capturing Technique to control a middle-aged scoundrel who was carrying a Bloody Mary and walking towards them, seemingly to watch the battle at the Hell Killing Arena.

"Great Lord, what are your commands?"

The middle-aged hapless man, whose face was slightly ferocious, quickly stepped forward and asked with a respectful expression.

"Here you go! Go over there and register for the competition."

Mu Yang snatched the Bloody Mary from the unlucky guy's hand and handed it to Shui Bing'er, then directed him to go to the Hell Killing Arena to register for the competition.

There is no doubt that there are no good people in the inner city of the Killing City, including himself, and sooner or later he will have people on his hands.

He might not be able to bring himself to harm innocent people.

But in Mu Yang's eyes, the Fallen Ones in the inner city of the Slaughter City were nothing more than expendable resources for him to achieve a hundred-win streak in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

They have no psychological burden whatsoever when it comes to using underhanded tactics or even ruthless methods.

Perhaps it's because no tough guys are signing up right now, or maybe we're just lucky.

Following that unlucky middle-aged man, Mu Yang had only registered with his identity card a short while ago, and before he could use his Soul-Capturing Secret Technique to recruit more people, several more people arrived one after another. Including the few people who had registered before him, they had enough people to participate in the competition.

Soon, ten lattice gates made of unknown materials rose at the edge of the killing field, and ten figures, including Mu Yang, entered the dueling arena.

"Bang bang bang—"

Ten consecutive collision sounds rang out, and as the grille gate fell back down, a bloody battle began.

Seeing that Mu Yang's aura was completely out of place in the City of Slaughter, everyone knew that this blue-haired youth was undoubtedly a newcomer.

As the saying goes, one should pick the softest persimmon to squeeze. Eliminating the newcomers first, and then having them compete among themselves to determine the final winner, is undoubtedly in their best interest.

Of course, it would be even better if, while eliminating newcomers, one could also have the opportunity to stab other competitors in the back.

Yes, there are eight people who have this idea, but the unlucky middle-aged man who was previously controlled by Mu Yang's soul-capturing technique to sign up for the competition is not included.

Others may not know how formidable this blue-haired boy is, but how could he not?

With just a glance, he was unknowingly trapped by the blue-haired youth, who was over level 50. This shows how terrifying the blue-haired youth was.

However, given that they were all competitors, and in a life-or-death struggle, the unlucky middle-aged man didn't say anything to warn them. In fact, he secretly thought that if these eight people could fight the blue-haired boy to a draw, he could reap the benefits.

The idea was nice, but reality was cruel.

As his soul power surged, an icy blue light emanated from Mu Yang's hand, and nine sharp, icy blue arrows suddenly materialized before him.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

The next moment, a slight whooshing sound rang out, and nine ice flame arrows shot out at lightning speed.

"Bang bang bang—"

With a clashing sound, nine icy flame arrows, guided by Mu Yang's mental power, accurately struck the foreheads of nine fallen individuals. Their nine fine heads shattered on the spot, like watermelons smashed on the ground, splattering red and white blood everywhere. The scene was indescribably bloody and terrifying.

With a single move, Mu Yang swiftly and decisively killed all his opponents, winning his first victory in the Hell's Killing Arena. (End of Chapter)