After six months of life-and-death battles...
Zhang Fan had made tremendous progress.
Even he hadn't expected it.
After all, the deeper he went, the stronger his opponents became.
It took more time to defeat them.
And required longer rest periods.
Otherwise, it would be troublesome.
As the match began...
The other nine fighters all roared furiously and charged at Zhang Fan with ferocious expressions.
They had a strong sense of unity—only by killing Zhang Fan first did they have any chance of survival.
Otherwise, they'd all die.
"Boom..."
Suddenly, blood-red energy enveloped the entire arena, and the Slaughter Angel appeared in midair.
Those nine who charged at Zhang Fan instantly moved as if in slow motion.
"Puff, puff..." Nine blood-colored swords descended from the sky, piercing through their bodies.
Blood splattered everywhere.
They all collapsed in pools of blood.
The blood-red energy faded.
They were all dead.
The arena fell into complete silence.
"Today's opponents were kinda weak."
Zhang Fan muttered, somewhat bored, surprised that one domain alone had wiped them all out.
Then, he stepped off the stage.
During these six months, Tang San and Hu Liena had watched every match Zhang Fan fought.
Eighty to ninety percent of the time, the enemy was defeated in seconds—only some terrifying monsters managed to last longer, but were still easily beaten.
In Hu Liena's eyes, 9527 was already the strongest man she had ever seen—on par with the one who had one-shotted her entire team: Zhang Fan.
It shocked her that there were two such overwhelmingly powerful men in the world.
Both used swords.
One was cold, full of killing intent and death.
The other was calm, friendly, and filled with immortal energy.
Two completely opposite men.
Tang San was equally amazed by 9527's terrifying strength.
Of course, Hu Liena also kept an eye on 9528's matches. That guy had incredibly brutal killing methods and used a different way to kill each time.
Still, her focus was on 9527.
In the dark and spacious chamber of the Slaughter City...
A massive throne was inlaid with blue and purple crystals. Everything else around it was blood red.
"9527 has won again."
The voice of a black-veiled young woman echoed nearby.
"I know."
A tall figure sat on the massive throne. In the darkness, his slender build could be seen.
"Should we approach him? Recruit him?"
Asked the black-veiled girl.
"Is he truly strong?"
The tall man asked.
"At least stronger than the Asura King. It's like he was born for slaughter. His soul power is endless. Even a Titled Douluo in Slaughter City—without soul skills—might not be his match."
"Reaching 100 wins is just a matter of time. He might even pass the Hell Road," said the King of Slaughter after a pause.
"No need to contact him."
"Why not? Don't you want Slaughter City to grow stronger? We made a deal with Spirit Hall a thousand years ago, but one day, they'll tear it up!"
Said the black-veiled girl.
"No need to overthink."
The King of Slaughter said coldly, as if seeing through everything.
"The Hell Envoy has a Killing God backing him. So does the Asura King. But 9527... he has no one. No background. That's what makes him even more unpredictable—and much stronger than both of them."
Another seductive woman chimed in,
"Then why not pit the Hell Envoy against the Asura King, and let them—"
Before she could finish, her body exploded into a cloud of blood.
The black-veiled girl trembled, relieved she hadn't said anything stupid.
"Don't think just because I favor you, you can say anything you want. Offending two Killing Gods at once would be a disaster for Slaughter City!"
The King of Slaughter shook his head. His eyes flickered with uncertainty. But that mysterious 9527... he could be tested.
He turned to the black-veiled girl.
"Send a Titled Douluo to test his strength."
"Yes!"
She nodded and instantly disappeared.
She arrived in a dark corner where a black-robed man was bathing in a blood pool.
"Lord Envoy, long time no see!"
The man had a great physique, with six-pack abs. He grinned wickedly, his eyes murky and filled with killing intent.
"Sen, the King wants you to test 9527. He's never seen you. You've seen him. You can injure him—but don't kill him!"
The black-veiled girl said sternly.
"Thank you, Envoy. I've long wanted to test that boy! His martial spirit is the Dark Angel—completely opposite of Spirit Hall's Light Angel. The perfect type for slaughter!"
Sen's eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Whoosh..."
The black-veiled girl didn't respond and disappeared.
Sen leapt out of the blood pool, waved his hand to dress in his black robe, and darted into the shadows.
Zhang Fan was sitting cross-legged in a clean room, resting.
"Buzz..."
Suddenly, a wave of terrifying killing intent filled the room.
Zhang Fan was startled. He'd never felt such killing intent before.
Only a Titled Douluo could emit something this oppressive and strange.
Even his reaction slowed slightly.
"Boom..."
A black shadow flashed through the window. A black spear, filled with sharp and deadly intent, shot toward Zhang Fan's heart like a viper.
"Buzz..."
Blood-red energy enveloped the room.
The Slaughter Angel, Xila, appeared in midair.
Dozens of blood-colored swords shot toward the black figure.
"Clang, clang..."
The air rang with sounds of steel.
The black figure paused, spinning his spear to deflect the incoming swords.
He became visible: dressed in a black robe, overflowing with soul power. As he parried the swords, he thrust forward with his spear again.
Though the blood-red domain temporarily affected him, it wouldn't last long against his powerful soul force. In a flash, he was already in front of Zhang Fan, spear at the ready.
But Zhang Fan moved. A blood-red sword appeared in his hand.
"Whoosh!"
He slashed forward, sending a crescent-shaped blood-red sword wave.
The crescent and spear collided.
"Clang!"
The black-robed man was pushed back three steps, footprints forming on the ground.
Zhang Fan was also forced back three steps.
Given the surprise attack, managing a counterstrike like that was impressive.
After all, the enemy was a Titled Douluo.
"Not bad, kid... You actually blocked my ambush. You—"
Before he could finish, Zhang Fan vanished and reappeared with six blood-red shadows.
Each shadow held a blood-red sword.
They formed a sword formation: "Seven-Star Blood Shadow Sword Array."
"Damn it! This sword technique feels even stronger than soul skills!"
The black-robed man's face changed.
"Clang, clang..."
The shadows charged him with wild flashes of blood-red light.
"Slash, slash..."
Wounds opened on the black-robed man's body. Blood gushed out.
"Boom!"
His soul rings rose.
"Boom!"
A massive black spear descended from above, shattering the sword array.
"You're with Slaughter City's law enforcement!"
Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes—anyone using soul skills in this place had to be.
"Whoosh..."
The black-robed man disappeared into the shadows. After all, his identity had been exposed.
Utterly humiliated—getting beaten so badly by a teenager.
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