Douluo Continent: From Rusty Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 76 Hell's Killing Arena: First Victory in Five Seconds

At that very moment, a large patch of red mist suddenly appeared in front of Ji Wuming.

"Tap tap tap—"

The heavy thud of hooves echoed as a knight clad in black skull armor, sword in hand, sat astride his horse, gazing sternly at Ji Wuming, who had broken the rules.

"You outsider who broke the rules of Slaughter City, my name is Swickett. Only by defeating me can you gain the right to enter Slaughter City. Failure means death."

"Then I will grant your wish."

Ji Wuming unleashed his Blood Thunder Spear and charged towards Scott in front of him.

With a neighing of his warhorse, Swickot brandished his knight's sword and charged forward.

"boom--"

The two clashed in an instant, and the resulting massive fluctuations in soul power nearly made the guards standing around kneel down. As the soul power dissipated, the warhorse collapsed and died, while Swickot slumped to the ground, his face filled with horror.

Swickot threw a white sign at Ji Wuming.

"You've passed. This is your unique number in Killing City."

Ji Wuming gripped the token in his hand, flipped it over, and saw some numbers engraved on the back: 16258.

"Is this my code name, or does it mean that there are already 16258 Fallen Soul Masters in the City of Slaughter?"

Just as he stepped into the City of Slaughter, its gates slowly opened from the inside, and a red mist of blood rushed out once more.

"Thump, thump, thump—"

A slender woman with dark lips and a thorny rose-like figure, dressed in a black, form-fitting outfit, slowly emerged from the blood mist.

"Welcome to the City of Slaughter. I am your guide. I can answer any questions you may have about the City of Slaughter."

Ji Wuming and his companion strolled through the streets of the Killing City. The Fallen Ones around the streets watched Ji Wuming warily as he arrived.

However, because of the presence of the Hell Messenger beside him, the fallen soul masters around him dared not kill him.

At this moment, Ji Wuming looked at the fallen ones around him with a sinister look of disappointment, and asked the guide beside him,

What are the rules of the Killing Capital?

The guide standing nearby was also noticing for the first time the wicked smile on Ji Wuming's face, as if he weren't an outsider, but rather a fallen member who originally belonged to the City of Slaughter.

"The City of Slaughter was originally a domain left behind by a god-level expert. Currently, it has only one master: the King of Slaughter. There are no rules within the City of Slaughter. To survive, one can live here for one year for each victory in the Hell Slaughter Arena."

"We are now in the outer city of the Killing Capital, which houses the losers of the arena. They must hand over two cups of Yellow Spring Dew every month to receive the protection of the Killing King and avoid being devoured by bats, crows, and wild beasts. The inner city is the place where there are truly no rules..."

As he spoke, the messenger of hell looked up at the inner city gate ahead, his confidence growing stronger.

Ji Wuming found the detailed explanation acceptable, and then asked two somewhat arrogant questions.

"How many Fallen Soul Masters are there in the City of Slaughter right now?"

"Are there any fallen Soul Masters among them at the Title Douluo level?"

The messenger of hell glanced at Ji Wuming, chuckled, and then patiently explained.

"Your number is the total number of people in Slaughter City. As for..."

Before the messenger of hell could finish speaking, two fallen beings on the street nearby were instantly blasted to pieces and killed, while the victor was overjoyed, his eyes burning with even deeper crimson killing intent.

Even more shameful, several fallen individuals joined forces to severely injure a female Soul Master, and then pulled down their pants to...

"What a pity, two more people have died, leaving only 16256 Fallen Soul Masters."

The Hell Messenger was no longer bothered by the current state of the Killing City; she continued,

"As for the titled Douluo-level fallen beings you mentioned, apart from the King of Slaughter, there is no second titled Douluo in the entire Slaughter City. There are 20 Soul Douluo-level fallen beings, but they are all undefeated in the killing arena."

"Don't be too ambitious. Think carefully about how to survive in the days to come. This is a dog-eat-dog world."

"Take me to the hellish killing field!"

The messenger of hell looked at the arrogant Ji Wuming with astonishment and spoke again to confirm,

"I've already explained it very clearly to you. Are you sure you want to go now?"

"I'm sure, take me there."

Ji Wuming's eyes were filled with anticipation and endless greed.

This was the first time in decades that the Hell Messenger had entertained such a reckless Soul Master. Since he wanted to go, there was no need for the Messenger to try to dissuade him any further.

Someone who hasn't yet become familiar with and adapted to the rules of the Killing City will only be sending themselves to their death if they go to the Hell Killing Arena.

Soon after, the two arrived at the Hell Slaughter Arena in the very center of the inner city, and as soon as Ji Wuming entered,

He noticed the strange looks from the many fallen ones; their gazes were as if they were looking at a loser who had given them victory.

Ji Wuming ignored the gazes of the crowd. In the end, they would only become the dead under his spear; it was just a matter of whether they died sooner or later.

"I want to register."

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The registration staff member glanced at the messenger of hell beside him, then immediately looked back at the control panel, and even the usual registration speed increased significantly.

Less than two minutes later, amidst cheers and shouts from the crowd, the previous match came to a successful conclusion, with the winner being a Soul King-level powerhouse.

"Let's welcome the next group of killers!"

As soon as the host's shout ended, the nine Fallen Soul Masters who had registered for this Soul Fighting Competition leaped up from the stands and ran at top speed along the nine chains onto the killing field.

"I must be the winner of this match."

"I will kill you all and show the King of Slaughter my might."

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At this moment, Ji Wuming leaped down from the stands, his hands resting on his spear, which was draped across his shoulders. He looked at the nine fallen soul masters present with disdain in his eyes.

"Oh, so this is the newcomer who just arrived. If I kill him, the Yellow Springs Road made with his blood will definitely taste incredibly delicious."

"Kill him first, and we'll deal with the rest later."

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Having already shared a common goal, the nine fallen soul masters swiftly summoned their martial souls and charged towards Ji Wuming.

"You guys are too slow without soul skills."

"Pfft—"

Ji Wuming moved at high speed, aimed at his target and thrust out his spear, piercing through three Fallen Soul Masters who were only at the Soul Master level. The three died instantly.

Ji Wuming flipped over and, before they could react, pushed off with both legs, sending two fallen soul masters flying backward with shattered ribs. Then, Ji Wuming firmly grabbed the heads of the remaining two soul masters in front of him.

"ah--"

Before they could even cry out in pain, Ji Wuming slammed his hands together, causing the skulls of the two fallen soul masters to crack and shatter, leaving them dead with two headless corpses lying on the ground.

(End of this chapter)