Douluo: Reincarnation of the Exiled Immortal, a Flute Tune to Send Heroes Away

Chapter 46 The Hundred-Win Streak Begins

The King of Slaughter nodded, a glint of admiration in his eyes. "Okay, in that case, I won't say any more. I will arrange for you to win a hundred consecutive games in the Slaughter Arena. However, you must remember that the rules of the Slaughter City will not change because of anyone. Even if you inherit the divine throne, you must abide by the rules here."

The exiled immortal nodded slightly: "Well, then I'll trouble you, Brother Dao."

The King of Slaughter looked at the Exiled Immortal deeply, then turned and left.

His figure gradually disappeared into the night, leaving behind only a few words: "I hope you can go further, Exiled Immortal."

The exiled immortal stood where he was and watched the King of Slaughter leave.

His eyes remained calm, and deep down he was not affected by the Slaughter King's words.

The Nine Tests of Destruction and the Nine Tests of Life are just the beginning.

His goal is not only to complete these tests, but also to fuse the power of destruction and life, and use the three streams of divine energy to create his own godhood.

He looked down at his hands. There was a faint purple light flickering at his fingertips, and a wisp of green life breath flowed in his palms.

Two completely different forces intertwined in his body, as if speaking of some supreme power.

"Destruction and rebirth... perhaps, this is the true way of killing." The exiled immortal whispered to himself, with a glimmer of enlightenment in his eyes.

He turned back to the training room, sat cross-legged, and began to carefully feel the changes in his body.

The power of the law of destruction and the law of life flowed through his meridians, gradually merging with his immortal energy.

He could feel that the immortal energy in his body was increasing at an astonishing speed, and he even felt the faint trace of a second immortal energy...

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Two months later.

The exiled immortal slowly opened his eyes, a flash of purple and green light flashing across them. His aura was more restrained than before, yet his every move radiated a palpable sense of pressure.

The dark purple scepter mark on the forehead and the green willow mark on the chest are still clearly visible, and the divine laws surround his body, as if a god has descended.

He stood up, stretched his muscles, and felt the surging power in his body.

The second ray of immortal energy was still lacking a chance, but the two forces of destruction and life were perfectly integrated in his body, forming a new power system.

"It's time." The exiled immortal whispered to himself, then walked out of the training room.

The Killing Arena is located in the center of the Killing City and is the most lively place in the entire city.

On ordinary days, this is an arena where strong men gather and fight for life and death. But today, the atmosphere in the killing arena has reached an unprecedented climax.

The reason is simple: the King of Slaughter is here in person!
The reputation of the King of Slaughter is well-known throughout the City of Slaughter. He is the ruler of the City of Slaughter and the king worshipped by countless powerful people.

His appearance undoubtedly brought the atmosphere of the entire killing arena to a climax.

"King of Slaughter!"

"King of Slaughter!"

"King of Slaughter!"

……

The moment the exiled immortal stepped into the killing arena, the entire venue instantly became quiet.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and the tense atmosphere made people cheer again.

The King of Slaughter sat high in the arena's main seat, a complex light flashing in his scarlet eyes. He looked at the Exiled Immortal and said calmly, "Flute God, are you ready?"

The exiled immortal nodded and said calmly, "Well, we can start anytime."

The King of Slaughter smiled slightly, then waved his hand: "Then, the Flute God's 100-Win Streak Challenge officially begins!"

As the King of Killing's voice fell, the atmosphere of the entire Killing Arena was instantly ignited.

Countless strong men are ready to challenge the legendary "Flute God".

Some of them had missed the Flute God's rampage, while others had just entered the Slaughter City, but without exception, they were all filled with curiosity and fear of the Exiled Immortal's strength. The first battle soon began.

Nine strong men jumped into the arena.

Among them are burly men, assassins with sharp blades, and charming women.

Everyone smelled strongly of blood, and it was obvious that they were all frequent visitors to the City of Killing.

The Exiled Immortal stood in the center of the field, his eyes swept over the nine people calmly, and he said lightly: "Let's go together."

The nine people looked at each other and then attacked at the same time.

The burly man swung his massive hammer, and the assassin's figure flashed like a ghost. Nine attacks came from all directions, instantly surrounding the exiled immortal.

However, the exiled immortal still stood there, motionless.

Just as the attack was about to land, he flicked his fingertips lightly, and a faint purple light spread out with him as the center.

Wherever the dark purple light passed, all attacks instantly shattered.

The giant hammer turned into powder, and the assassin's body was blown away by an invisible force.

Before the nine strong men could react, they were blown into bloody mist by this destructive force.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by a deafening cheer.

"Flute God! Flute God! Flute God!"

The name of the exiled immortal echoed in the killing arena, and everyone was shocked by his strength.

Fighting one against nine, it's so easy!
The King of Slaughter sat on the high platform, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. He murmured to himself, "Sure enough, the successor chosen by the two God Kings of Destruction and Life is truly astonishing."

The following battles became more intense than the last.

In every game, the Exiled Immortal must face nine opponents at the same time.

Among these opponents, some are good at close combat, some are proficient in long-range attacks, and there are even teams that work together to perform combined attack techniques.

However, no matter how powerful the opponent is, the exiled immortal always wins by crushing the opponent.

The power of the Law of Destruction allows him to easily destroy all attacks, while the Law of Life allows him to always maintain his peak condition in battle.

Every move he made seemed to interpret the true meaning of destruction and rebirth.

In the tenth battle, the Exiled Immortal faced a team of nine Soul Douluos.

This team is famous in the City of Slaughter and has defeated countless powerful people together.

The banished immortal gently blew the jade flute in her hand, and flower petals surrounded her body, floating with the immortal air.

The nine Soul Douluos looked at each other and attacked together.

However, the exiled immortal's eyes remained calm, the next second.

The petals attacked the nine people like chains.

I thought it would entangle nine people, but I didn't expect it.

The petals were mixed with overbearing destructive power, directly piercing through the bodies of the nine people.

Streams of blood gushed out, and the nine Soul Fighters fell heavily to the ground, losing their lives.

The whole audience was boiling again, with cheers rising one after another.

As time went on, the Exiled Immortal's winning streak continued to increase.

Twenty games, thirty games, fifty games... He won every game with absolute advantage.

His fame spread quickly in the City of Slaughter, and some people even began to compare him with the King of Slaughter.

(End of this chapter)