Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The poison marks on his face, the sword marks on his neck, the abrasions on his shoulders, and his terrifyingly calm eyes were all the most conspicuous labels, announcing his identity.

A killer who has just achieved a 68-game winning streak in the Hell Killing Arena.

In the shadows on both sides of the street, several greedy yet wary eyes fell on him, eager to make a move, but not daring to actually step forward.

Sixty-eight consecutive wins.

This number represents not only achievements, but also strength, and is proof of countless battles fought through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Those corrupt individuals lurking in the shadows might dare to target ordinary winners, robbing them of their Bloody Marys and their resources for survival.

But faced with a monster with a 68-game winning streak, they only dared to peek from afar, and then quickly retreated into the shadows when Lin Wan's gaze swept over them, holding their breath for fear of attracting attention.

Lin Wan ignored those stares.

He was already used to it.

During his time in the Killing City, from initial obscurity to his current 68-game winning streak, he experienced countless attempts to spy on, test, and ambush.

Those who tried to prey on him ended up as the bones behind his winning streak.

After walking through two more streets, we turned into a relatively quiet alley.

Deep in the alley, a three-story stone building stands quietly. The exterior walls of the stone building are also dark red, and the surface is pitted and covered with marks from sword cuts and soul skill attacks.

This is Lin Wan's residence in the inner city of the Killing Capital.

Lin Wan pushed open the door and went inside.

The stone chamber had no windows, only a few soul-guiding lamps embedded in the walls emitting a dim yellow light.

Lin Wan sat down by the stone bed, closed her eyes, and exhaled a long breath.

The tense muscles slowly relaxed, and the pent-up fatigue surged up like a tide.

The battle in the Hell Slaughter Arena, though seemingly easy, was actually extremely taxing.

Facing the combined attack of nine powerful individuals with nearly fifty consecutive victories, no matter how rich his combat experience or how exquisite his skills, he needed to concentrate fully and dared not be distracted in the slightest.

Every dodge, every strike, is like dancing on the edge of a knife; the slightest mistake could lead to utter destruction.

The poison marks on my face still throbbed faintly.

Lin Wan took out the antidote again and applied some more.

Then he took out another jade bottle from his bosom, poured out a pale golden pill, and swallowed it.

The elixir melted upon entering the mouth, transforming into a gentle, warm current that spread throughout the body, nourishing the depleted physical and spiritual energy.

This is a recovery pill specially made by Gedo, with excellent effects. In a place like the City of Slaughter where soul power cannot be used, it is especially crucial for survival.

……

Meanwhile, deep within the city of slaughter.

It was a dark and spacious room, devoid of any light source, save for the eerie glow emanating from the blue and purple crystals embedded in the walls. These crystals were shaped like a skull, appearing strange and sinister in the darkness.

Apart from the exceptionally large chair in the center of the room, everything here is dark red.

Dark red walls, dark red floor, dark red ceiling.

Even the air seemed to be stained with blood.

A tall man sat in the huge chair.

He wore a dark red robe, with intricate patterns embroidered in gold thread. Upon closer inspection, the patterns depicted countless painful and distorted human faces.

This is the King of Slaughter.

The ruler of the killing city, the absolute master of this corrupt land.

At this moment, the King of Slaughter was watching Lin Wan leave the Hell Slaughter Arena through a huge crystal screen in front of him.

"Great King."

A soft voice sounded from the corner of the room.

She was a woman wearing a long black dress. She was extremely beautiful, with skin so white it was almost transparent, but her eyes were as black as an abyss.

She knelt on the ground, her posture respectful, her voice filled with undisguised adoration.

"Should we start making contact with him?" The woman looked up at the tall back of the King of Slaughter.

"The City of Slaughter has not seen any truly strong individuals join for a long time."

Her voice echoed in the empty room, carrying a hint of urgency.

The King of Slaughter did not answer immediately.

After a long silence, he spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, as if two rough stones were rubbing against each other: "No rush."

"But..." the woman wanted to say something more.

"Do you think he's a true powerhouse?" The King of Slaughter interrupted her, the eerie blue flame beneath his skull mask flickering.

The woman answered without hesitation: "At least in terms of combat, he is."

She was telling the truth.

A 68-game winning streak ranks among the top ten in the history of Killing City.

Moreover, Lin Wan's fighting style is clean and efficient, without any unnecessary movements, and every move is precise and deadly.

This level of combat skill is something that even seasoned veterans who have spent years in the Killing City might not possess.

More importantly, Lin Wan is very young.

Chapter 325 Divinity

Although people in the Killing City can change their appearance through special means, a person's fighting style, reaction speed, and physical condition cannot be faked.

The woman could tell that Lin Wan was definitely no more than twenty years old.

A teenager who, at less than twenty years old, achieved a sixty-eight-game winning streak in the Hellish Killing Arena.

If this isn't a true strongman, then what is?

However, the King of Slaughter gently shook his head.

"So you think," his voice remained low, "that he's a desperate man?"

The woman was stunned.

Desperate?

In the City of Slaughter, the vast majority of the fallen have come here because they have nowhere else to turn.

They were either criminals wanted throughout the continent, offended forces they could not resist, or committed unforgivable crimes outside the country.

They came here seeking refuge and a glimmer of hope in their despair.

But Lin Wan...

The woman carefully recalled Lin Wan's behavior after arriving in the Killing City.

He appeared suddenly a year ago; no one knew his origins or why he came here.

He never interacted with other fallen ones, spending his time either fighting or staying in his dwelling, like a heartless killing machine.

More importantly, his eyes.

Those who have reached the end of their rope and fallen into despair have eyes that are either filled with madness, despair, or numbness.

But Lin Wan's eyes were always calm and composed, as if everything was under control.

How could someone like that be desperate?

"No," the woman finally answered.

“So,” the King of Slaughter’s voice held a hint of amusement, “he clearly didn’t come here seeking refuge.”

The woman's heart skipped a beat.

If not seeking refuge, then why did you come to the Killing City?

What is there to pursue here besides death and slaughter?

unless……

"The Road to Hell," the woman murmured.

The most mysterious place in the City of Slaughter, the legendary Path of Trials. Only the strongest who achieve a hundred consecutive victories are qualified to challenge the Path of Hell. And those who successfully pass the Path of Hell will obtain the Domain of the God of Slaughter and become true Gods of Slaughter.

But that's just a legend.

At least in recent years, no one has successfully traversed the Hell Road in the Killing Realm.

"It seems you understand now." The King of Slaughter slowly stood up, his tall figure casting a huge shadow in the dim light.

He walked to the crystal screen, extended his gloved fingers, and gently touched Lin Wan's face on the screen.

"A young man who came here not to seek refuge, but to challenge the Hell Road." The King of Slaughter's voice carried a complex emotion.

"Interesting, really interesting."

The woman knelt on the ground, not daring to raise her head.

She knew that the King of Slaughter had taken an interest in this person.

Those who are targeted by the King of Slaughter either become legends of the Slaughter City, or... become corpses.

“Continue to observe him.” The King of Slaughter withdrew his finger, turned, and walked back to the massive chair. “But do not touch him. I want to see how far he can go.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the woman replied respectfully.

The King of Slaughter sat back down in his chair, the eerie blue flames beneath his skull mask flickering faintly.

"Sixty-eight consecutive wins... thirty-two more to go." He muttered to himself, "I hope you can give me some surprises, young man."

……

Inside the stone chamber, Lin Wan closed her eyes and regulated her breathing.

The medicinal power of the pill dissolved in his body, and a warm current flowed along his meridians, repairing the minor damage from the battle.

Thanks to the effects of the special antidote from Godot, the purple color of the poison marks on her face has faded considerably, leaving only three light pink marks.