Douluo Continent: So What If I Reincarnate as Ning Rongrong?

Chapter 341 Hundred-Person Challenge

"Turning around to grab him, he's dead!"

Inside the pitch-black room sat several Contra-level beings, all of whom had just watched from afar as the White Queen killed Hui Shoutou.

"The White Queen!" A man with a buzz cut and a scar on his face sneered from the other side.

"A great reputation is well-deserved. After the Hundred-Person Tournament began, the only person who was able to win consecutively was that Asura King."

"The White Queen's strength is probably far superior to that of the Asura King Tang Yin, who possesses unique abilities."

Even the Asura King only killed one level 81 Soul Douluo.

He's still a Soul Douluo who can't use Soul Skills, and his overall strength is only at the Soul Emperor level. He's no match for Hui Shoutao, who is currently fighting the White Queen.

He was also careless in looking back, and didn't use his spirit possession skill from the beginning. However, the White Queen killed him easily. Even if he had used his spirit skill, he would probably have lost miserably.

"Hmph, so what if the White Queen is strong? If we all attack at once, she might not be able to kill us all."

The man, with a volatile appearance and messy hair, slammed his hand on the table. "A hundred of us, surely we can beat her?"

"Don't forget that in this battle of a hundred men, we were the stronger side."

Even without the Backstab, they still have three Soul Douluos.

"Then let's wait and see!" the young man with the rooster-like hair grinned.

"I've adapted to my power quite well. I'm a bit rusty from not using my soul skills for so long. Fortunately, the envoy delayed our participation in the battle."

The scarred man glanced at the man with the mohawk and said coldly, "Although they promised to let me join the law enforcement team, if I fail, I'll have nothing left."

"Compared to us, the King of Slaughter probably values ​​the White Queen more," the scarred man coldly reminded him. "We might just be expendable."

The scarred man's words silenced the two people present.

It's obvious.

Even if you wanted to refute it, you couldn't.

So many Soul Emperors and Soul Saints have been prepared...

Besides wanting to kill the White Queen, another reason was to suggest that they were merely stepping stones for training.

"Isn't that interesting?" the mohawk-haired youth chuckled. "Being a stepping stone to genius is a significant achievement for people like us."

"And wouldn't you like to taste the flavor of that immaculate White Queen?"

The man with the rooster-comb haircut toyed with the dagger in his hand, then brought it to his lips and gently licked it with his tongue.

"It would be quite interesting to let someone like that fall into depravity!"

"She has more charm than the women of the killing city."

"The messenger promised us that after we win, the White Queen will be at our disposal."

"Hmph! Don't be the first to lose your life." The scarred man glanced at the young man with the rooster-like hair.

The three Contras were discussing something in a room that was neither too big nor too small.

Several days passed in this way.

Ning Rongrong also signed up again for the Hundred-Person Hell Killing Contest.

After waiting only one afternoon, I was notified to go to the competition venue the next morning.

"It took quite a short time to gather a hundred people this time!" Ning Rongrong said as she headed to the competition venue.

Previously, there was a buffer period of a few days for the 100-person competition, at least to ensure there were enough participants.

The entire process from registration to the start of the event was just a formality.

I registered in the afternoon, and the registration started the next morning.

"As expected, I'm being watched!"

Ning Rongrong was once again certain of one thing.

"Contra!"

Outside, with the rules in place, as a weak, pitiful, and helpless support Soul Master, I might be no match for you at all, but now...

"Yes, thank you for the gift from the City of Slaughter."

After this competition, Kurumi should be able to recover most of her health.

Ning Rongrong made several turns and soon arrived at the venue to meet the staff.

"Here, this is the token." Even without showing the token, given Ning Rongrong's current fame and her unique appearance, the officials of the Killing City who regularly maintain order would be completely familiar with her.

"Yes, Your Majesty, Queen of the White, I will take you to the arena now."

After several twists and turns, Ning Rongrong arrived at the cramped waiting room as usual.

Extend your perception outwards.

A moment later, Ning Rongrong frowned slightly:

"Are you selecting suitable people to join the Haotian Sect, or are you planning to exterminate them inhumanely?"

Apart from the three Soul Douluos, none of the others were below the Soul King level.

As the two doors opened, a ray of light shone in, bringing a touch of warmth to this cold place.

Ning Rongrong stepped out of the gate and entered the competition area of ​​the killing arena. After Ning Rongrong was fully inside the competition area...

The area around me was already filled with other players, who were basically all teammates of the opposing team.

Among the hundred Soul Masters, there are both men and women, but women make up only a small portion, and the majority are male Soul Masters.

"Queen of the Whites, today we will end your winning streak."

The young man with the rooster-comb haircut walked forward with a gait that resembled a street thug, a baseball bat resting on his shoulder.

"Hehe, she's quite pretty, but I wonder how good her martial arts are!"

"What I do is of no use to you, and besides, you will all die here." Ning Rongrong's cold gaze swept over the hundred Soul Masters who were gradually lining up and forming ranks.

"Hahahaha, dead?" The young man with the rooster-like hair laughed loudly, and with his other hand, which was not holding the baseball bat, he slowly pointed his thumb at himself.

"Do you think I'm that piece of trash you killed before?"

"Don't worry, this killing tournament has been approved by the King of Slaughter, so you don't have to die. However, you understand the consequences of losing the Hell Tournament, right?"

Consequences, what consequences?

Defeat cutscene?

Just kidding, you guys have to win first!

Ning Rongrong mentally scoffed for a moment, then narrowed her eyes: "King of Slaughter..."

Rumor has it that the King of Slaughter has been cultivating in that highest palace for the past few months, but for some reason, even after personally giving the order, he hasn't come to watch the battle.

"Beep beep—"

With the sound of a whistle, the Hell Killing Challenge officially began.

"Come on, let's dance!" The young man with the rooster-like hair leaped to the ground: "Martial Spirit Possession!"

Then, it landed dozens of meters away.

Ning Rongrong: "..."

incredible!

What was initially thought to be a reckless guy, after his martial spirit manifested, caused him to retreat.

Old Six, he's really good at hiding.

At this moment, a man with a knife on his face, not far from the young man with the rooster-comb haircut, shouted loudly:

"Strong attack type Soul Masters step forward, and agile attack type Soul Masters seize the opportunity to attack."

"Support Soul Masters, get ready to provide support! If we take down the White Queen today, I'll make sure you all live a life of luxury tomorrow! Boys, charge!"

One hundred Soul Masters simultaneously activate their Martial Souls and use their Soul Skills.

This was something unprecedented in the history of the Hell Slaughter Arena. Although the Slaughter Arena was dangerous, many Soul Masters still came to watch the competition. The Soul Masters present were shocked by what they saw.

What's going on?

In the City of Slaughter, are only those recognized by the King of Slaughter allowed to use Soul Ring skills?

Did these people join the law enforcement team?

The audience began to whisper among themselves.

Regardless of how noisy it is outside.

The battle between Ning Rongrong and a hundred-strong army of Soul Masters is in full swing.

(End of this chapter)