Douluo Continent: Sword Named Star, Slaying Gods to Prove the Dao

Chapter 78 The First Victory: Rejecting Bibi Dong

The killing platform in the Hell Killing Arena is about fifty meters in diameter, just the right size for ten people to fight.

There are no rules in the killing; as long as you survive to the end, you win.

Bibi Dong wielded a sharp blade and moved with ease among the ten people. Coupled with her stunning beauty, none of her opponents chose to join forces against her.

Do you look down on Bibi Dong?

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, only one injured soul master remained to face Bibi Dong after the battle of the ten soul masters.

"It's your turn." The injured middle-aged soul master looked at Bibi Dong and pursed his lips. If it weren't for the killing arena, he would have been reluctant to kill the beauty in front of him.

In a life-or-death situation, the only option is to kill the other person.

brush……

As soon as he finished speaking, Bibi Dong arrived at his side with lightning speed, and a sharp blade slashed across his neck, splattering out a large amount of blood.

"Congratulations to 5920 for winning the third match!" Bibi Dong's expression didn't change much after killing him; she seemed to have adapted to the killing system and the hellish killing field.

Three games? He must have just arrived not long ago.

On the killing platform, Bibi Dong absorbed a portion of the killing intent, while most of the killing intent, blood, and even corpses were devoured by the Hell Killing Field.

Below this is the Hell Road, which can only be accessed by the King of Slaughter arena.

Everyone seemed to have become familiar with everything here, and were no longer surprised by the disappearance of blood and corpses.

After absorbing the killing intent, Bibi Dong leaped up to the stands.

Looking down at the killing platform, the blood from the corpses had completely disappeared, as if a thorough cleaning had just been done, leaving it spotless.

"The next killing!"

"3695, 4536..."

"What? 3695, why does this number look so familiar?"

"I remember now, 3695, isn't that Iron Fist, the expert who won twelve consecutive matches in a year!"

"I participate once a month and have never lost!"

When the number 3695 was read out, Ning Xingchen noticed that several Soul Masters were trembling. They must be people who were going to participate in this killing spree, and they were already afraid before they even entered the arena.

"7211, 8688, ... , !"

"Here I am!" Ning Xingchen stood up as his number was called. 8688 was the number token that Hong Ling had given him, a rather auspicious number.

"A fresh taste!"

When some people saw Ning Xingchen, they almost couldn't help but purse their lips. The blood of a newcomer like Ning Xingchen, who had just entered the Killing City, was the sweetest and most delicious.

Bibi Dong also glanced at Ning Xingchen, feeling as if she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't quite place him.

"Please enter the arena when your number is called!" a staff member from the Hell Slaughter Arena announced loudly.

Even those who are afraid have no choice but to enter the arena. If they don't enter, someone will take care of them, and they will surely die. Entering the arena, on the other hand, gives them a certain chance of survival.

After the ten people left the field, the Soul Master known as Iron Fist (number 3695) was quickly isolated.

The remaining eight people automatically stood together and immediately reached a consensus.

A player who can win twelve games in a row is definitely a ruthless person.

"If that newbie wants to live, let's take him down together first, and then we'll each rely on our own abilities."

Seeing that Ning Xingchen hadn't joined the group, someone called out to her.

"Oh, okay!" Ning Xingchen simply stood with him, but in a more back position.

A newcomer, who looks very young.

How powerful could Ning Xingchen be, who looks to be only in his early twenties?

Like that stunningly beautiful woman just now, it was because the others were foolish enough to leave an injured person behind so she could take advantage of the situation and win.

No one considered Ning Xingchen the biggest threat.

"Charge them!"

The eight people attacked simultaneously, and Ning Xingchen followed behind, weaving through the crowd.

Iron Fist seemed to have been prepared, as he was already equipped with a pair of steel-forged gloves.

On Ning Xingchen's side, those with beast-type martial spirits picked up all sorts of weapons, while those with weapon-type martial spirits revealed their martial spirits.

"Die, all of you!"

Iron Fist, facing the attack of nine people, struck with incredible speed. As a veteran of the Killing City, he used his experience to first identify who was the strongest among them and then killed him.

boom……

With a loud bang, Iron Fist struck a Soul Master, the punch passing right through his body, killing him instantly.

This Soul Master should be a Soul Emperor, and on the surface, he is the strongest among Ning Xingchen's people, because the highest level of the others is only Soul King, and the lowest is Soul Sect.

He killed a Soul Emperor with a single blow.

Iron Fist's soul power should have reached the Soul Saint level.

On the stands, Hong Ling shook her head helplessly and muttered to herself, "Why did you sign up for the Hell Slaughter Arena on the first day? I might as well have had some fun. Sigh... what a waste of this good-looking body. It's about to set a new record for the fastest death upon entering the Slaughter City."

Regardless of how you enter the Killing City, you will be protected for 24 hours.

Very few people would forgo these 24 hours, unless you are extremely powerful.

Recently, there have been two. Hongling glanced at Bibi Dong, who was not far away. She was the one before Ning Xingchen and had already achieved three consecutive victories.

Come on!

Bang... Iron Fist went berserk, almost one punch after another. The Soul Saint crushing the Soul King was no joke. In addition, these people were already afraid, so they were even less able to fight.

Ning Xingchen weaved through the crowd, skillfully avoiding the best direction of Iron Fist's attack each time.

"This kid? Interesting!" Bibi Dong must have figured out Ning Xingchen's intention.

After Iron Fist killed eight people, he stopped moving when Ning Xingchen was the only one left.

"Your turn next." Iron Fist's expression was even more serious than before. As a veteran who had been in the Killing City for more than a year, he had already noticed Ning Xingchen's abnormality during the battle.

He had tested them when he killed those eight people, but each time they managed to avoid his attack path.

"As you wish!" Ning Xingchen took out a long sword, which was quite strong and different from the one he had taken out before.

He was afraid that Bibi Dong would recognize the sword he used before, but although this one wasn't as good as the previous one, it was definitely enough to deal with the title conferment.

"A fine sword!" Iron Fist could feel a chill; this might be the strongest opponent he had ever faced in the hellish killing field, and he had to take it seriously.

"Could this kid really defeat Iron Fist?"

In that instant, Ning Xingchen's sword struck Iron Fist's gauntlet, and a tremendous force struck, causing Iron Fist to feel unprecedented pain in his fist.

The iron fist glove was also cut in half, and a third of two fingers were severed.

Soul power cannot be used in the City of Slaughter, but Ning Xingchen's strength and body are at the level of a Soul Douluo, so he has a clear advantage in dealing with a Soul Saint.

Damn it!

Blood dripped from Iron Fist's fingers onto the killing platform and quickly disappeared.

"It seems we have no choice but to use that tactic."

Ignoring the bleeding fingers, Iron Fist swung his other fist at Ning Xingchen again.

"Hasn't Iron Fist learned his lesson?" Someone in the stands looked at the killing arena with a puzzled expression.

However, just as Iron Fist was about to swing and Ning Xingchen's sword was about to strike, Iron Fist's arm emitted a faint light, and a fist imprint was actually created from his fist.

Soul Bone Skill?

The City of Slaughter only prohibits Soul Ring skills, but Soul Bone skills are not. A Soul Bone is extremely precious in the City of Slaughter, and it will be seized by the strong whenever it appears.

This is Iron Fist's trump card, which he hasn't revealed for over a year, but now that he's facing a formidable opponent, he has no choice but to use it.

They launched a surprise attack on Ning Xingchen.

Fortunately, Ning Xingchen's swordsmanship was already quite skilled, and he managed to use his longsword to defend himself when he swung it out.

boom……

The fist imprint landed on Ning Xingchen's longsword, and he was forced to retreat seven or eight meters before stopping.

It was blocked?

Iron Fist looked at Ning Xingchen with a surprised expression.

Keep in mind that the attack he just delivered was no less powerful than his fifth soul skill outside, yet it was blocked by the opponent's sword.

Meanwhile, everyone outside the arena noticed two good items on the killing platform.

The best is naturally the soul bone, followed by the longsword in Ning Xingchen's hand.

Aside from the fact that soul bones are valuable, a divine weapon is also a treasure in the City of Slaughter.

"My turn!" Ning Xingchen raised his longsword and sped towards Iron Fist.

I cannot lose. Iron Fist still swings its left arm, punching one after another.

However, Ning Xingchen easily dodged every attack he made until he reached Iron Fist and killed him with a single sword strike.

Iron Fist lay on the ground, his head severed from his body.

Congratulations to 8688 for winning the first match of the Hell Killing Arena!

No one would complain about having too many soul bones, even if they are of ordinary quality.

Before the envious eyes of everyone, Ning Xingchen took out his left arm bone, a soul bone that was a little over ten thousand years old and of medium quality. However, the characteristics of this soul bone did not seem to match Iron Fist.

Ning Xingchen had been curious from the beginning about why the Soul Bone Skill's attack effect wasn't very good and its attack power seemed insufficient; now he had found the reason.

No wonder the sect didn't absorb the several Soul Bone Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo that they had; it was actually the same thing he had thought before.

Absorbing a poor-quality or unsuitable soul bone will not be of much use and will only waste a soul bone slot.

But this soul bone is different for the people of the Slaughter City. Except for Bibi Dong, everyone's eyes lit up when they saw the soul bone in Ning Xingchen's hand, and they couldn't wait to jump onto the killing platform and snatch it.