Stepping into the Hell Killing Field, there was a huge hall ahead. At this moment, many people were queuing up to register, each holding a rather large cup filled with what was called a Bloody Mary.
Because of his clone's experience, Oscar was already very familiar with this process. That cup of Bloody Mary was the qualification to register, or rather, the ticket to enter the Hell Killing Field.
That cup contained roughly half a pound of blood, though it did not have to be one's own blood. It could be anyone's.
At this moment, Oscar and Dugu Yan entered the hall, instantly drawing everyone's attention, for Oscar's appearance was simply too striking.
Although spirit skills could not be used in the City of Slaughter, martial spirits and spirit power were not restricted. Still, no one's martial spirit transformation was as strange and bewitching as Oscar's.
At this moment, Oscar seemed as though he had been born from this sinister place. Those who were drawn to him quickly averted their eyes after meeting his gaze.
When they looked into Oscar's eyes, they felt as if a ferocious beast had locked onto them and would tear them apart the very next second.
Though those who voluntarily joined the Hell Killing Field were no weaklings, they still feared the strong. Oscar's aura alone was enough to terrify them, and naturally no one dared provoke him.
Oscar slowly led Dugu Yan forward until they stood before a large man at the end of the line.
"You do not mind giving us a cup of Bloody Mary, do you?" Oscar's voice sounded calm, but it startled the big man closest to him.
Oscar looked hard to mess with, but that did not mean they would obey him , especially when he was being so blatant in his provocation.
Just then, the black-veiled woman who had just entered the Hell Killing Field spoke in an urgent tone. "Number 8888, if you provoke him first, the newcomer protection will not apply."
This was not only a warning for Oscar but also for the big man.
Since they refused to be polite, the black-veiled woman did not mind teaching these two newcomers a lesson.
No matter who backed them, they still had to obey the rules of the City of Slaughter, still had to treat the King of Slaughter as king.
Defy the King of Slaughter? She wanted to see whether this newcomer had the strength to match his terrifying appearance , this was the very reason she had followed them in.
After her words fell, the big man suddenly gave a grim laugh and somehow produced a massive jagged machete.
He did not have a soul tool, so this must have been his martial spirit. He raised the machete and brought it down toward Oscar's head.
His movements were not fast, but they carried the feeling of a mountain collapsing, with a powerful surge of spirit power.
At least Rank 60 , that was Oscar's judgment of his opponent.
But Oscar did not withdraw his extended hand. His open palm turned into a black, fierce tiger claw, the sharp talons gleaming with cold light, giving off an aura of predatory menace.
Oscar's tiger claw suddenly shot forward and grabbed the machete in reverse grip.
Though spirit skills could not be used here, Oscar's current state was not restricted, and his spirit power was still his source of strength.
The big man clearly had not expected the young man before him to be so terrifying, but he reacted quickly. With his machete caught, he swung the Bloody Mary cup in his other hand at Oscar's head.
A soft breeze seemed to pass by. His arm never connected, for a fine poison needle had pierced through his wrist. Dugu Yan smiled triumphantly at Oscar, for the needle had been her doing.
The big man's arm instantly lost strength, the Bloody Mary fell , but was caught midair by a slender tail chain.
Oscar flung the machete aside and gripped the big man's throat.
Turning his head to the black-veiled woman, he said lightly, "We are allowed to kill here, correct?"
Hearing this, the black-veiled woman's expression stiffened. "You…"
This was the first time she had seen Oscar make a move, and his strength was as terrifying as his demonic appearance. He had subdued the big man in an instant.
She knew this big man. In the Hell Killing Field, he had already survived nine matches.
This meant he was the sole survivor out of ninety opponents, with at least eighty-one lives taken by his hands , and that did not count the killings he had done outside. Clearly, he was a formidable fighter.
Yet in Oscar's grip, he looked as easy to kill as an ant.
The black-veiled woman said solemnly, "The inner city does not allow random killing, but if someone provokes you first, it is permitted."
Strictly speaking, it was Oscar who had provoked him first , but Oscar had the strength to do so.
Oscar looked coldly at the man in his grip and said, "You do not have to die, but I still need a cup of Bloody Mary."
With that, he caught the Bloody Mary with his tail and handed it to Dugu Yan.
The big man was completely cowed. Compared to dying, he would rather give up half a pound of blood.
His head bobbed up and down frantically. Oscar wasted no more words, slashed open his left wrist, took out a cup the same size as the Bloody Mary container, and filled it to the brim before tossing the big man aside like a dead dog.
The man did not curse them but fled as though he had just survived a calamity.
Oscar knew he probably would not live long anyway. He was no saint, and the man's killing intent was too heavy , clearly a villain. Oscar had spared him only to avoid drawing too much attention.
But soon enough he would die anyway, because Dugu Yan's poison needle had left a deadly toxin in his body. Before long, he would succumb and melt into a puddle of foul slime.
Holding the Bloody Mary, Oscar took Dugu Yan's hand again. "Let's go."
Dugu Yan followed, her perfect figure attracting countless gazes, the smiling mask on her face appearing especially eerie. Arm in arm, they stepped into the Hell Killing Field.
Because of what had just happened, even though everyone now knew they were newcomers, no one dared stop them.
At the entrance, Oscar and Dugu Yan poured the Bloody Mary into a large container and then entered.
Inside, the Hell Killing Field was even more primitive than it looked from outside. There were no barriers, just rings of stands rising upward, surrounding a vast open space over a hundred square meters wide.
At this moment, there were not many spectators. Less than one-fifth of the stands were occupied.
On the field, screams echoed. Out of ten participants, eight were already dead. The last two were desperately fighting for survival.
"Please register me for the next match," Oscar told the black-veiled woman.
She had not left because the newcomer protection lasted twelve hours.
By now, she no longer thought Oscar was just arrogant. His display of power had made her feel a faint fear.
Though she served the King of Slaughter, she had never seen a newcomer who displayed such terrifying strength.
Hearing Oscar's words, she nodded without hesitation and took his identity token.
Dugu Yan did not register at the same time because once ten participants were gathered, the match would start immediately , meaning she and Oscar would become opponents. And only one person could survive each match.
So, when Oscar fought, Dugu Yan would guard against opportunists, and vice versa.
Even though Oscar was strong enough to ignore such threats, caution was never a bad thing.
Thus began Oscar and Dugu Yan's journey of slaughter. They were not here to hide, but to temper themselves.
In this dark, bloody, and fallen world, they had to win again and again , and they had to survive.
Because Oscar was a newcomer, he was called up very quickly after the previous match ended.
The fighting stage was nearly a hundred square meters wide. With ten fighters on it, it still felt spacious.
Oscar noticed that the strongest of the other nine was only a Soul King, weaker than the Soul Emperor he had just crushed.
Perhaps they saw him as an easy target, a newcomer to be taken advantage of.
But they probably had not seen how Oscar had handled that Soul Emperor , otherwise, they would not have signed up so casually.
The match began quickly.
Oscar's appearance was too striking, so he became the target of all attacks right away.
But Oscar was not afraid. At this level, whether nine or one, they were all the same to him.
His tail chain swayed gently, its barbs glinting with a strange gray-black light, like a venomous snake ready to strike.
Before the nine could surround him, Oscar had already leapt forward. With the boost of wind elements, his speed reached a terrifying level.
In an instant, he was in front of two Soul Kings. Before they could even react, their necks bent unnaturally and they fell limp , Oscar had crushed their throats.
The others finally reacted, releasing their martial spirits and charging at him. Oscar did not even turn his head. His tail chain shot forward like a shuttle, piercing through heart after heart.
At the same time, his tiger claw lashed out, grabbed two more by the neck, and crushed them, sending their heads flying.
Silence. A deathly silence.
Oscar's display of power was too terrifying, and his explosive killing methods were frightening. Even the spectators fell quiet.
The match ended in less than a minute , perhaps the fastest in the history of the City of Slaughter.
Oscar's first match ended in a crushing victory.
Then it was Dugu Yan's turn. Though she was not as strong as Oscar, her opponents were not very powerful either. None of them could resist her poisonous needles.
Even without spirit skills, it would take at least a Rank 70 defense-type Soul Master to resist her poison.
But for those struck by her toxins, the result was always the same , death.
Without spirit skills, all spirit masters lost their most important strength. Here, their combat ability was less than one-tenth of normal.
Not everyone was like Oscar and Dugu Yan.
Once Dugu Yan also won her first match, the two of them had secured their first victories. They only needed to win one hundred matches to earn the recognition of the King of Slaughter and gain the right to enter the Hell Road.
Only by passing through Hell Road could they obtain the title of God of Slaughter and gain the Killing God Domain.
According to Oscar's knowledge, the Killing God Domain was the first step to inheriting the Shura God's position. Only those who had gained it could receive the Shura God's favor.
…
In the City of Slaughter, in a dark and spacious room.
There was an enormous chair with blue and purple crystals embedded in it, forming a tower-like shape. Apart from this chair, everything else in the room was dark red.
"King, two newcomers arrived today. One of them… is terrifying. They do not seem like ordinary fallen ones. They seem to know the City of Slaughter well." A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.
"I know." A chilling male voice responded, and a tall figure sat down on the huge chair.
In the darkness, his appearance could not be seen, only his tall and powerful silhouette.
"King, shall we approach him? It has been a long time since a true powerhouse joined the City of Slaughter." The female voice was now softer, less cold.
The tall man on the chair did not answer but asked instead, "Do you think he is a true powerhouse?"
In the gloom, the woman's figure could not be seen, only her voice. "From what I have seen, his strength ranks in the top five of the City of Slaughter."
The King of Slaughter was silent for a while before speaking slowly. "Do you think he can survive one hundred matches and challenge Hell Road?"
"For him, surviving one hundred matches is only a matter of time. But as for Hell Road, he may not make it through , because of the girl beside him," the woman replied after a pause.
The King of Slaughter said coldly, "Then do not approach him."
"Why, great King? Do you not wish the City of Slaughter to grow stronger? Even though we had an agreement with Spirit Hall a thousand years ago, who knows when they might break it?"
The King of Slaughter said, "Spirit Hall does not have time to care about us now."
He said no more, waved his hand, and the room plunged into complete darkness. The woman's voice did not sound again.
In the dark, the King of Slaughter's eyes glowed like two blood-red rubies. He gazed upward, as though he could see through the ceiling and look at the purple moon above.
"Is this the will of God?" he murmured in the darkness.
He waved his hand, and a thick stream of dark red liquid floated into the air , a huge pool of blood lay before him, filled with viscous scarlet fluid.
Opening his mouth, he swallowed the blood. In the dim light, a pair of fangs glinted faintly.
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