Time passed. Three days after entering the City of Slaughter, the number of fallen ones killed by Oscar and Dugu Yan had already exceeded three digits, even though each of them had only participated in three matches.
However, the fallen ones they killed were mostly not very strong and had little actual value.
After three days, Oscar and Dugu Yan had already realized that the truly terrifying thing about this place was not the enemies inside the Hell Arena, but the constant ambushes they faced after each match, when they were supposed to be at their weakest.
Though in reality, neither Oscar nor Dugu Yan was weak after their fights.
What was worth mentioning was that on the arena stage, Oscar and Dugu Yan discovered something special. A portion of the soul power of the spirit masters they killed could actually be absorbed and converted by them, allowing their cultivation to progress much faster than normal training.
Both Oscar and Dugu Yan tried absorbing this free-floating soul power. Although it contained violent and murderous energy, once they completely refined and absorbed it, it was no different from ordinary cultivated soul power.
Few people could completely suppress such violent energy, but this was undoubtedly a great opportunity to improve their strength.
Oscar and Dugu Yan, however, could suppress and refine it, turning it into their own soul power.
This discovery made Oscar think of the evil soul masters from ten thousand years later in the story of the Unrivaled Tang Sect , their cultivation methods were very similar. Or rather, this might be the very origin of the evil soul masters' cultivation method.
Only here, in the Hell Arena, this method was being used as part of the system.
Oscar himself did not reject becoming stronger this way. After all, everyone here was guilty of heinous crimes. Their deaths helping him grow stronger could even be considered the only good deed they did in their lives.
But if this method were taken outside and used on innocent people, Oscar could never accept it.
This was not hypocrisy on his part , the targets were simply different. One group consisted of unforgivable villains, the other of helpless innocents.
As long as Oscar and Dugu Yan could suppress and refine the soul power, they would not reject this accelerated way of getting stronger.
Because they would compress and refine this power further, what they ended up with was the purest soul power without any side effects.
The reason they could use such evil, violent soul power was due to their external spirit bones. Oscar's Evil God Hook and Dugu Yan's Eight Spider Lances both had devouring abilities. By relying on these spirit bones, they could absorb as much of the floating soul power left behind on the battlefield as possible, convert it, and turn it into their own strength.
This was something worth celebrating for both of them. Not only could they enhance their combat abilities through the Hell Arena, but they could also increase their soul power levels faster , an unexpected bonus.
Another month passed. By now, those who dared ambush Oscar and Dugu Yan were fewer, but also stronger.
Oscar had never again used his Evil God Tiger Sausage after the first day, since that first use was just to establish his reputation.
In later matches, he always relied on his second martial soul, the Sky Blue Spirit Jade Sword. With his current swordsmanship, even without soul skills, he could easily handle groups of soul masters who were also unable to use their soul skills.
But the problem was that every day new people entered the City of Slaughter. While Oscar's ferocity on the first day had intimidated many, he and Dugu Yan were not like ordinary fallen ones. As a result, some still attempted ambushes after their matches.
Those ambushes always failed, and these repeated failures gradually forged their fearsome reputation.
That day, Oscar and Dugu Yan left the Hell Arena and returned to their residence as usual.
Their home was luxurious , a quiet mansion with no other residents nearby. It was not that there were no other houses, but that Oscar and Dugu Yan had driven everyone else out.
In fact, most of those "driven out" were now dead. After all, those people wanted to enjoy luxury too and would not have given up such a fine place easily, so Oscar and Dugu Yan had to find another way to make them leave , permanently.
One thing bothered Oscar, though. He had originally thought that with his current strength, he would not need to stay in the City of Slaughter for very long. But after a month, he realized he would need at least a year to leave.
The first reason was that Dugu Yan could not keep up with the pace of matches that Oscar could handle. While she was peerless among those at her level and her poison unmatched, no soul skills could be used here.
Each fight in the Hell Arena involved ten people. Since Oscar and Dugu Yan were so powerful, they naturally became the targets of the other nine contestants. As a result, Dugu Yan could not always end each match as effortlessly as Oscar.
To keep Dugu Yan safe, Oscar naturally slowed his pace. He could not just achieve a hundred victories, walk the Hell Road, and leave , abandoning Dugu Yan behind was unthinkable.
The second reason was that over this past month, their consecutive victories had broken records and made them truly famous.
In thirty days, Oscar had thirty wins and no losses, setting a new all-time record in the City of Slaughter and earning the title of War God.
Although Dugu Yan's record was slightly weaker, she still achieved twenty consecutive wins, which was also a record-breaking feat without Oscar's presence.
Because her opponents almost always ended up with no corpse left, she was given the title of Poison Queen. Anyone struck by her poison was doomed to melt into pus.
As a result, matches involving the two of them saw a dramatic drop in challengers. Only newcomers ignorant of the War God and Poison Queen's terror would dare sign up.
Most others avoided Oscar and Dugu Yan completely unless they had already made more than enough contributions of Bloody Mary to the city and were ready to gamble their lives.
Many had tried ambushing them outside the arena, but they all failed. Their heads were displayed as a warning, with gruesome death poses.
Even though they seemed invincible in the eyes of others, Oscar knew that his progress was slowing because of these circumstances.
Still, this was acceptable. Spending a year here was not too long, and the outside world would not have changed much by then.
And in just a single month, Oscar and Dugu Yan's soul power had already reached level 63.
Gaining one level in a single month was astonishing. While their own cultivation played a role, the soul power refined through their spirit bones was the main reason.
At this pace, by the time they left the City of Slaughter, they might reach the threshold of level 70.
And their soul power would not be hollow, because all of it still came from cultivation, stabilized daily by constant battle.
With this cycle continuing, they could rapidly improve with no side effects , as if they had stacked a cultivation buff.
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After resting in their mansion, the next day Oscar and Dugu Yan did not go to the Hell Arena. Instead, Oscar took Dugu Yan to another place.
It was located on the far west side of the inner city , a place similar to a slum.
The City of Slaughter was vast. Because of the large population, the residential areas were divided, and those who lived in the slums were mostly weak individuals who survived month by month by contributing just a single cup of Bloody Mary.
Oscar was not there to bully them. The reason he came was because when his clone had entered earlier, he had discovered something unusual about this slum.
At that time, his clone's strength had not been enough to explore it completely. Now he brought Dugu Yan personally.
The reason he had been unable to fully explore it before was that, strangely, within this slum of weaklings were several powerful experts , at least at the Contra level.
These experts did not actually live in the slum. They had the best residences in the most prosperous areas.
But when Oscar's clone explored the slum, he had found them secretly cultivating there , a shocking discovery.
They had not slaughtered the slum dwellers but had simply hidden themselves here to train, which made no sense.
Unless the slum contained some kind of treasure, why would such strong people leave the prosperous areas and come to this filthy place?
Over the month, Oscar had kept them under surveillance. Among the strong ones he saw before, some had disappeared while new faces appeared.
This was not surprising. Without soul skills, even a Titled Douluo could not guarantee survival forever in the City of Slaughter.
The strongest of that group were no more than Contras, and it was very possible for them to be ambushed or lose in the Hell Arena.
Even Oscar himself had hardly rested for a whole month, always staying alert during meditation.
He also used his fourth soul skill to create clones and stationed them in hidden spots throughout the city to collect information and guard against danger.
When Oscar and Dugu Yan entered the slum, their smiling masks immediately drew attention. Their clean and neat clothing made them look nothing like fallen ones and sharply contrasted with the filthy residents.
The slum dwellers looked at them in terror, fearing they had come to kill and take their Bloody Mary. But Oscar and Dugu Yan showed no interest in them at all.
When they realized they were being ignored, the slum dwellers breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed back onto the ground, lifelessly.
Among the countless "beggars," several pairs of sharp eyes secretly observed Oscar and Dugu Yan. When they saw that the two were heading toward a slaughterhouse, the observers quickly melted into the crowd and vanished.
No one stopped them, and soon Oscar and Dugu Yan arrived at the slaughterhouse. There were no animals inside anymore , it had become a gathering place.
Just as they were about to enter, more than a dozen fallen ones walked out. They were tall and thin but energetic, clearly different from the other slum dwellers.
A man with a scarred face stepped forward and said, "This is private property. Please leave."
Oscar looked at the slaughterhouse with a strange expression. "Oh? I was just curious and wanted to look around."
The scar-faced man seemed to know their reputation and tried to keep his voice calm. "War God and Poison Queen, what is there to see in this slum? Why not enjoy yourselves in the wealthy district instead?"
Oscar chuckled. "What if I insist on going in?"
The man hesitated, then showed a bitter expression. "War God, we are just small underlings. We are only here to guard this place. Please do not make things difficult for us."
Dugu Yan stepped forward, green light gathering at her fingertips as venomous needles formed and spun. "And if we do make things difficult? Are you going to fight us?"
Seeing the poison needles, the scar-faced man and his followers froze. The strongest among them was only a Soul King, and though they had numbers, the War God and Poison Queen were infamous throughout the City of Slaughter. They truly did not want to fight them.
They knew that if they did, their end would be miserable. No one had ever left a complete corpse after fighting the Poison Queen.
At that moment, a hearty laugh came from inside the slaughterhouse. "Hahaha, War God and Poison Queen have honored us with their presence. Why are you stopping them?"
As the voice sounded, seven people came out , five men and two women. The speaker was a bald giant nearly two and a half meters tall, with a long centipede-like scar across his head.
Feeling the terrifying pressure from these seven, Oscar's expression changed slightly.
There were indeed many strong people in the City of Slaughter, but this was the first time seven Contras had appeared together , and they seemed to be on the same side.
In this city, even the closest companions could not fully trust each other. Seven Contras forming a single faction was almost unthinkable.
Moreover, four of these seven were people Oscar and Dugu Yan recognized and had seen fight before.
Among the four Oscar knew, even the weakest had at least forty-two consecutive wins.
They were unlike Oscar, though , they did not fight every day. Their matches were more spaced out, as if they stayed here mainly to enjoy themselves.
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