Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The last person to achieve this feat has now become a legend in the Killing City.

That person has already left this place and gone to the outside world, becoming a being feared by the entire continent.

Now, another one has appeared.

In the stands, those usually crazy, bloodthirsty, and indifferent to human life were now filled with excitement and worship.

They knew that from this day forward, this young man codenamed "White Fox" would no longer be someone they could spy on, challenge, or fantasize about killing and replacing.

He has reached a height that they can never reach.

"cough……"

Lin Wan coughed lightly, spitting out a mouthful of saliva tinged with blood.

He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then stuck the knife in his hand into the ground. It was an ordinary longsword that he had taken from an opponent; the blade was chipped and the body was covered with cracks, clearly not going to last much longer.

He took out a jade bottle from his bosom, poured out two pills, and swallowed them.

His movements were calm and composed, as if no one else was around.

It was as if the thousands of eyes around him, the almost solidified vortex of killing intent, and the deathly aura that permeated the entire arena were all irrelevant to him.

Time passed by, second by second.

The silence in the killing field lasted for a full three minutes.

Three minutes later, Lin Wan's injuries were temporarily stabilized under the effect of the pill.

He pulled the knife from the ground, glanced at it, and then casually threw it away.

The sound of the blade hitting the ground was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent arena.

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"Congratulations, young messenger of hell."

A deep, sharp sound suddenly came from all directions.

The sound was strange, like a demon whispering from the depths of hell, or like the tolling of a rusty bell in an ancient church.

It doesn't spread through the air, but rather penetrates directly into everyone's mind, resonating deep within their soul.

The killing intent released by Lin Wan was reversed the moment the sound rang out, like the receding tide being forcibly pushed back into his body by a larger and more terrifying force.

That wasn't because he voluntarily restrained himself, but because he was suppressed.

Absolute power suppression.

The atmosphere in the hellish killing field instantly reached its peak, not from excitement, but from fear.

The fallen in the stands all looked up at the sky.

There, a blood-red figure was descending from the sky.

Without wings or any fluctuations of soul power, it descended slowly, defying all common sense.

He wore a dark red robe, embroidered with countless distorted, pained faces in gold thread. As the sleeves swayed, those faces seemed to wail, struggle, and cry out.

He wasn't particularly tall, but when he landed on the ground, the entire hellish killing field seemed to sink.

The air became viscous.

The light dimmed.

Even breathing has become difficult.

This is the King of Slaughter.

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

Lin Wan raised her head and looked at the being that had descended from the sky.

His gaze remained calm, but his pupils contracted slightly.

It wasn't out of fear, but out of vigilance.

He knew that the person in front of him was among the strongest in the entire continent.

The King of Slaughter lowered his head and looked at Lin Wan.

"Messenger of Hell." The King of Slaughter's voice rang out again, this time directed only at Lin Wan.

"Congratulations on achieving 100 wins."

His tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger, as if he were stating a simple fact.

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

“According to the rules of the City of Slaughter, those who achieve a hundred victories have two choices,” the King of Slaughter continued.

"First, you will become a guest retainer of the Killing City, enjoying power and status second only to me. You can have your own territory, your own followers, enjoy the best resources, and even... you can leave the Killing City and travel outside, representing the will of the Killing City."

He paused, then turned the skull mask toward the stands, sweeping it over the trembling Fallen Ones.

"Of course, if you choose to become a guest retainer, you must fulfill the corresponding obligations. For example, maintaining order in the Killing City, suppressing those disobedient insects, and doing some things for me when necessary."

In the stands, some people unconsciously swallowed.

Guest advisor.

This is the highest level of status in the Killing City, a position that countless fallen ones dream of.

Becoming a guest minister means no longer needing to participate in the life-or-death battles of the hellish killing field, and means being able to enjoy true power and freedom in this lawless land.

More importantly, I can leave here.

For many who have come to the Killing City out of desperation, this is almost their only chance to see the light of day again.

But Lin Wan's eyes showed no desire.

He simply asked calmly, "What's the second option?"

The King of Slaughter looked at him again.

"The second option is to challenge the Hell Road."

His voice lowered, carrying an indescribable meaning.

"The Hell Road is the oldest trial in the City of Slaughter, and only those who have achieved a hundred victories are qualified to challenge it. By passing through the Hell Road, you will obtain the God of Slaughter Domain and become a true God of Slaughter. But I must warn you, the mortality rate of the Hell Road... is over 90%. In the last hundred years, no more than three people have successfully passed through the Hell Road."

"And the losers don't even leave behind their corpses."

After he finished speaking, the entire hellish killing field fell silent once again.

The mortality rate is 90%.

No more than three people in a century.

These numbers sent chills down the spines of the degenerates in the stands.

They looked at Lin Wan with complex expressions, a mixture of malice expecting him to choose the Hell Road and die there, and curiosity yearning to witness the opening of the Hell Road.

"I choose to challenge the Road to Hell," Lin Wan said.

His tone was calm and without hesitation, as if he were saying something as ordinary as "The weather is nice today."

The King of Slaughter fell silent.

After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly: "Are you sure?"

"Confirmed." Lin Wan's answer remained concise.

Chapter 355 Courage

"Why?" asked the King of Slaughter.

"By becoming a guest retainer, you can have power, freedom, resources, and even leave here to return to your original world. But the Hell Road... that is a road that almost certainly leads to death."

Lin Wan raised her head and looked directly into the deep eyes beneath the mask of the King of Slaughter.

His eyes were clear and firm.

“I need power,” he said. “Power that truly belongs to me. And the Road to Hell is the only path I can take to gain that power.”

These words silenced the King of Slaughter once again.

We need strength.

What a simple and direct reason.

But it was precisely this simplicity and directness that made the King of Slaughter realize once again that this young man was unlike any of the fallen ones he had ever seen.

He didn't come here to escape, nor did he fight here just to survive.

He deliberately stepped into this hell in order to become stronger and gain power.

“Interesting,” the King of Slaughter said in a low voice, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Then, as you wish.”

He raised his right hand.

It was a pale and slender hand, with several strangely shaped rings on its fingers, each ring emitting a faint glow of a different color.

As he raised his hand, the air inside the entire hellish killing field began to vibrate.

It wasn't a slight tremor, but a violent shaking like an earthquake.

The ground cracked, the walls shook, and the seats in the stands groaned under the strain.

The fallen were terrified; some tried to escape, but their legs felt like lead and they couldn't move.

Thick red mist was released from the King of Slaughter.

The thick, blood-like mist, carrying a pungent, fishy stench, instantly spread throughout the entire hellish killing field. Wherever the mist passed, everything was stained with an eerie dark red.

"What's this?"

In the stands, a fallen man watched in horror as the mist rose up to his ankles.

His expression froze as soon as he finished speaking.

First, his pupils dilated, then his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and then his whole body began to tremble violently.

"Ahhhh!"

A piercing scream burst from his throat.