Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

"laugh!"

The dagger slashed from the shattered bones in his abdomen to his chest, leaving a gruesome wound.

Intestines mixed with fresh blood gushed out.

The shattered bones let out a piercing scream, and the iron hammer slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. He staggered backward, desperately trying to cover his wound with both hands to stop his internal organs from spilling out, but the wound was too deep and too long.

Lin Wan did not finish the job.

As the shattered bones screamed in agony, the one-eyed hammer came crashing down from the right.

The chain hammer is a weapon that is difficult to retrieve once it is thrown, but it is extremely powerful.

Seeing Lin Wan with her back to him, the one-eyed man was overjoyed; this was a golden opportunity!

He could almost picture the hammer smashing Lin Wan's head.

But just as the hammer was about to strike, Lin Wan's body twisted at an incredible angle, and her left hand reached out and grabbed the chain connecting the hammer.

Grab it, then pull hard.

One-Eyed felt a tremendous force pull him forward, causing him to stagger.

He tried to loosen the chain hammer, but it was too late.

Using the pull, Lin Wan spun half a circle, her right hand wielding a dagger that drew a perfect arc.

An arc of light flashed, and a thin red line appeared on the one-eyed man's neck.

He stared wide-eyed, as if trying to say something, but only a hissing sound escaped his throat.

Then, his head slid off his neck and rolled onto the dark red earth.

The headless corpse swayed a few times before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

The eighth.

Lin Wan released her grip on the chain, and the chain hammer fell to the ground with a clang.

He turned around and looked at the still struggling Broken Bones.

Shattered Bones had retreated to the edge of the arena, leaning against the cold wall.

He clutched his abdominal wound tightly with both hands, but blood continued to gush out from between his fingers, pooling on the ground.

He saw Lin Wan walking over, and despair and madness flashed in his eyes.

"No...don't kill me..." Shattered Bones' voice trembled.

"I...I can do anything for you, like a slave..."

Lin Wan didn't speak, she just looked at him calmly.

That calm gaze terrified Broken Bones more than any threat.

"I...I know the secret of the Killing City!" Shattered Bones suddenly roared.

"I know how to get out of here! Just let me go, and I'll tell you everything!"

This sentence silenced the clamor in the stands.

The secrets of this killing city? How do I leave?

This is information that every fallen person wants to know.

But Lin Wan's eyes remained completely unmoved.

He walked up to the broken bone and looked down at the former champion with a 47-game winning streak.

"I don't need it." Lin Wan's voice was soft, yet it clearly echoed throughout the entire venue.

Then, he stabbed down with the dagger in his hand.

It wasn't aimed at a vital spot, but rather at the hand covered by broken bones.

"Ah!" Shattered Bones screamed in agony and instinctively let go of his grip.

The instant he let go, Lin Wan's left hand reached into the wound on his abdomen, grabbed something, and then yanked it sharply.

"puff"

Fresh blood gushed out.

The screams of shattered bones abruptly stopped, his eyes widened, and his face showed disbelief.

Without any extra movements, he twisted his hands together forcefully.

"Gao"

The sound of a cervical vertebra breaking.

The shattered bone body convulsed violently a few times before finally becoming completely still.

The ninth one.

It was also the last one.

Lin Wan let go of his hand.

He straightened up and looked around.

Inside the hellish killing field, there was no one else standing besides him.

Nine corpses lay scattered across the site in different poses, and blood flowed slowly in streams on the dark red earth.

There was a deathly silence in the stands.

The frenzied audience stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, yet no sound came out.

They had seen too much killing, too much death, but never such...efficient killing.

The battle lasted less than five minutes from start to finish.

Nine powerful players who had nearly fifty consecutive wins were all turned into corpses.

The black-clad youth was almost unharmed, except for three purple poison marks on his face, a slight scrape on his shoulder from the hammer, and a shallow sword mark on his neck.

This is no longer a battle.

This is a massacre.

"The victor is White Fox!" the hoarse voice rang out again.

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening roar finally erupted from the stands.

"White fox! White fox! White fox!"

The frenzied shouts echoed throughout the hellish killing field, and the spectators waved their arms, their faces filled with almost manic worship.

In the City of Slaughter, strength is everything.

The strength that Lin Wan displayed had already exceeded their comprehension.

Sixty-eight consecutive wins.

This number ranks among the top ten in the history of Killing City.

Moreover, judging from Lin Wan's appearance, he is far from reaching his limit.

Lin Wan ignored the shouts from the stands. He bent down, picked up the poisoned dagger from beside the scorpion's corpse, carefully wiped it clean, and then put it into his pocket.

This was his only gain from the battle: a decent weapon.

He didn't even look at the things on the other corpses.

Because it is not needed.

In this city of slaughter, the truly valuable things are never weapons or valuables.

It's not about strength.

Lin Wan turned around and walked towards the exit.

Chapter 324 King of Slaughter

The moment she stepped out of the stone gate, the dim yellow soul guide lights hanging on both sides of the corridor stretched Lin Wan's shadow to appear sometimes long and sometimes short.

On the dark red walls, layers of dried bloodstains lay like some kind of distorted mural, silently telling the cruel history of this killing city.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and fear—the unique odor of the killing city, seeping into the very marrow and impossible to wash away.

But Lin Wan was already used to it.

His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, steady and rhythmic, showing no trace of fatigue or excitement from having just experienced a deadly battle involving nine people.

The three purple marks on his face were particularly noticeable under the dim light.

The venom had seeped into the skin and flesh, causing a persistent burning sensation and a faint numbness.

Lin Wan stretched out her finger and gently touched the edge of the poison mark.

A slight stinging sensation came from my fingertips.

He remained calm, took out a palm-sized jade bottle from his pocket, uncorked it, and poured out a few drops of pale blue liquid to apply to the wound.

This is an antidote made by Godo, which can neutralize most poisons.

The moment the medicine touched the skin, a cooling sensation came over me, and the burning sensation was slightly reduced.

Lin Wan put away the jade bottle and continued on her way.

At the end of the corridor, a heavy iron gate slowly rose, revealing the wide inner city street behind it.

Unlike the madness inside the Hellish Killing Fields, the streets of the inner city of Killing Capital were sparsely populated.

Occasionally, a figure would flit through the shadows, its footsteps hurried, its eyes scanning the surroundings warily, like prey in a hunting ground, always on guard against a possible attack from any direction.

Here, there are no rules, only killing.

To survive, you either need to be strong enough that no one dares to mess with you, or you need to be careful enough that you don't attract anyone's attention.

Lin Wan belongs to the former category.

He walked in the middle of the street, making no attempt to hide or conceal himself.

The dark red bloodstains on the black outfit were not yet dry, and gleamed eerily in the dim light.