Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Young Gilas, Sandstorm King!

The girl in the black veil watched Lin Xia's retreating figure, her eyes growing even more profound beneath the veil.

She quickly caught up, her tone regaining its previous calm, and pointed to the massive complex at the end of the road, which exuded the deepest, darkest aura and resembled a crouching behemoth.

"That's the entrance to the inner city. And that's also your destination—the Hell Slaughter Arena."

"Are you still sure you want to go in?"

Her voice carried a faint, alluring quality, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Lin Xia did not pause in her steps, nor did she even shift her gaze.

"lead the way."

The inner city could indeed be described as a city of luxury, or rather, decadence.

Just as the girl in the black veil said, with her by their side, although many unfriendly glances were cast at Lin Xia and the others, no one came forward to harass them.

Here, everyone's hearts pounded, and he saw so many things he had never seen before.

Each one is filled with bloodshed and violence.

Moreover, everyone suddenly realized that in this killing city, they didn't need to consciously control it; the killing intent would surge up continuously.

It seems that only through killing can one release the pent-up resentment within.

"Let's go, the Hell Slaughter Arena is just ahead. It's the heart of the Slaughter City."

Led by the girl in the black veil, Lin Xia saw a peculiar building.

The building is circular, or more accurately, an irregular cone shape.

The area is largest at the bottom and narrows as it goes up.

When it reaches a height of almost thirty meters above the ground, it maintains the same diameter and extends upward until it reaches fifty meters.

This hellish killing arena is indeed quite large, similar in size to the Great Soul Arena that Lin Xia had visited before.

The black building gave off a very oppressive feeling. The girl in the black veil explained to Lin Xia that this hellish killing ground was located in the very center of the entire killing city.

This shows just how important it is in the killing capital.

"Are there no rules in fighting here?"

Ning Rongrong asked.

The girl in black veil said:
"It's very simple. Once inside, register using your own ID card. Then wait for the competition to begin. During the waiting period, physical contact is not allowed."

"Each group enters the killing field with ten people. No matter what method you use, as long as you can come out alive in the end, you'll be fine."

"Only one person from each group can survive."

One in ten survives; truly befitting its reputation as a killing capital. Ning Rongrong continued, "Then how does one obtain the so-called championship?"

"As for the championship... it's simple. As long as you can win a hundred games in a row, you'll be the champion."

"A hundred consecutive wins?"

Ning Rongrong gasped, her glass-like eyes filled with shock.

"Yes."

The girl in the black veil nodded.

"However, since the establishment of the Killing City, only eight champions have ever emerged."

Her gaze swept over Lin Xia's calm profile, and a faint smile seemed to curve at the corners of her lips beneath the black veil.

"And the most recent one was fifty years ago."

Zhu Zhuqing's cold voice rang out:

What will happen if we lose?

"die."

The girl in the black veil answered crisply and decisively.

"Or, become someone else's 'Bloody Mary'."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Meng Yiran instinctively gripped Ye Lingling's arm tightly, her fingertips icy cold.

Dugu Yan's emerald eyes lit up, filled with an almost morbid excitement.

"That sounds...interesting."

Lin Xia ignored their conversation; his gaze fell on the massive, seemingly all-consuming black gate of the Hellish Slaughter Arena. The gate was open, and faint sounds of frenzied roars, screams, and a nauseating stench of blood could be heard from within.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Lin Xia strode forward.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the girl in the black veil, but she quickly regained her composure and hurried to catch up.

"Are you sure you want to go in now? Don't you want to get used to the atmosphere here first, or... replenish some 'supplies'?"

The supplies she referred to were, of course, Bloody Mary.

Lin Xia did not stop walking.

"lead the way."

The girl in the black veil said no more and led the group toward the door.

The closer you get, the stronger the stench of blood and the atmosphere of madness in the air become.

There were no guards at the entrance, only two gaunt figures huddled in the shadows, like two skeletons draped in human skin, their eyes vacant as they stared at the flow of people coming and going.

They held in their hands a worn-out earthenware jar filled with a dark red, viscous liquid—Bloody Mary.

Everyone who enters the Hell Killing Fields will slide their identity card across a special groove before stepping into the darkness.

Lin Xia followed the same method.

As his ID card number 8888 slid across the groove, the groove glowed with a faint, dark red light before going out.

Inside the door was a downward-sloping passageway, with stones embedded in the walls on both sides that emitted a pale green light, reflecting the mottled, indelible dark red stains on the walls.

The tunnel echoed with a soundscape from deep within, a mixture of roars and maniacal laughter, like the prelude to hell.

After walking about a hundred steps, the view suddenly opened up before us.

A huge, circular space appeared before everyone's eyes.

It's less of an arena and more of a giant slaughterhouse.

The site is circular, with a diameter of over 100 meters. The ground is black rock, as if it were soaked in blood, and it is full of pits and marks from being cleaved and chiseled.

The surrounding area consisted of concentric rings of stands that extended upwards, and about 60-70% of the seats were occupied at the moment.

They were dressed differently, but their eyes were like those of hungry wolves, filled with naked madness, greed, and a bloodlust.

A battle is taking place in the arena.

No, it cannot be called a battle.

That was a one-sided massacre.

Nine people surrounded and attacked one person.

The one being besieged was a tall, burly man, covered in blood, wielding a broken battle axe, looking like a mad tiger.

But the nine men surrounding him worked together seamlessly, toying with his prey and constantly adding wounds to his body.

Blood splattered everywhere, severed limbs flying about.

A deafening roar of cheers and shouts erupted from the stands.

"Kill him!"

Tear him apart!

"Tear his intestines out!"

Ning Rongrong's face turned pale, her stomach churned, and she quickly covered her mouth.

Meng Yiran was so frightened that she closed her eyes and her body trembled slightly.

Ye Lingling's lips, hidden beneath her veil, were deathly pale. The keen senses granted by her Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul allowed her to "see" more clearly than others the rapidly extinguishing flame of life in the arena, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were icy, her cat-like pupils narrowed slightly, and her body subconsciously went into a state of alert.

Dugu Yan licked her lips, a strange light flashing in her emerald eyes, whether from excitement or disgust was unclear.

Lin Xia's gaze calmly swept across the entire arena, finally settling on the center of the field.

There, the strong man finally exhausted himself and was pierced through the chest from behind with an iron hook.

The screams abruptly stopped.

The victor raised his blood-stained and mangled arm, letting out a beastly roar, and the cheers from the stands reached their peak. (End of Chapter)