Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Young Gilas, Sandstorm King!

Upon seeing this scene, Lin Xia's eyes flashed with excitement.

Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed someone at random, handed over Bloody Mary, and then addressed the crowd around him:
"You guys stay here and watch, I'll go test the strength!"

After saying this, Lin Xia immediately signed up.

Lin Xia's figure disappeared behind the heavy doors leading into the Hell Killing Arena, leaving Zhu Zhuqing and the others standing in the shadows on the outside.

The air was thick with the stench of madness and bloodshed, almost tangible, and every breath carried a metallic, rusty smell.

The screams, screams, and hysterical shouts from the audience surged out like a tidal wave, assaulting the eardrums.

"Brother Lin Xia..."

Ning Rongrong's face turned pale, and she subconsciously grabbed Ye Lingling's arm.

Even through the black veil, one could feel the icy coolness of Ye Lingling's fingertips.

Meng Yiran pursed her lips tightly, her body trembling slightly.

The scene before her, resembling purgatory, far exceeded her worst expectations.

Dugu Yan's emerald eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, surging with an almost morbid excitement. She licked her slightly dry lips and whispered:

"This is...an interesting place."

Zhu Zhuqing remained silent, her cold, cat-like eyes fixed on the dark door that had swallowed Lin Xia, her body taut like a fully drawn bow.

She felt the murderous intent surging in the air, trying to erode her reason, and forced herself to stay awake.

Inside the door lies another world.

In the center of the huge circular arena, ten figures faced each other like trapped beasts.

The ground was dark red, as if it had been repeatedly soaked and dried by countless drops of blood.

The stands towered into the darkness above, countless eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light in the shadows, their cheers and curses blending into a maddening noise.

Lin Xia's ID card, number 8888, glided across the groove, a faint dark red light flashing past.

He calmly stepped into the bloody arena, his gaze sweeping over the other nine opponents.

They came in all shapes and sizes, some as robust as bears, others as thin as ghosts, but without exception, their eyes burned with the most primal desire to kill and an extreme thirst for survival.

The frenzied will permeating the air was like a tangible tentacle, constantly stirring up the resentment in people's hearts.

"start!"

Without any unnecessary words, accompanied by a hoarse announcement from who-knows-where, the battle erupted instantly!

Nine figures, like hyenas smelling blood, pounced almost simultaneously on Lin Xia, who looked the "freshest" and was dressed the best—in their eyes, newcomers often meant inexperienced Bloody Marys who were easier to hunt.

Lin Xia's eyes instantly turned cold and sharp.

He remained completely calm, his body gliding sideways like a ghost, precisely avoiding the first bone blade that carried a foul stench.

At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers like hooks, precisely grabbing the throat of a thin figure who was lunging at him from the side.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking was insignificant amidst the clamor. The fierce glint in the figure's eyes froze and dissipated instantly before he collapsed limply.

The slaughter began.

Lin Xia's figure weaved through the encirclement of the nine people.

His movements were concise, efficient, and without any frills.

Every dodge was perfectly timed, and every strike was aimed directly at the vital points.

Elbow strikes, knee strikes, finger strikes, palm strikes... every part of the body has been transformed into a deadly weapon.

There was no brilliance of soul skills, only the purest fighting instincts and the roar of physical strength honed through countless trials.

Blood splattered, limbs flew everywhere. Screams of agony echoed throughout the room.

A burly man swung a huge spiked club down, but Lin Xia didn't retreat. Instead, she advanced, crouching low and closing in on him, delivering a powerful punch to his chest. The burly man's eyes bulged out, and his massive body crashed to the ground.

Another extremely fast attacker darted out of the shadows, his dagger aimed straight for Lin Xia's back.

As if she had eyes in the back of her head, Lin Xia spun around and kicked, her heel striking the attacker precisely in the temple, sending him flying. He crashed into the black stone wall at the edge of the arena and fell silent.

The pace of the battle was breathtaking. Lin Xia was like a grim reaper dancing on a knife's edge, calmly reaping lives.

His clothes were quickly stained with blood, some of his own, but mostly of his enemies'.

The frenzy in the stands reached its peak; they cheered for every death and screamed at the splattering blood.

When Lin Xia snapped the neck of the last opponent and threw him to the ground like a broken sack, he was the only one left standing in the entire arena.

He was breathing slightly, with a few shallow wounds on his body, but his eyes remained sharp as ever, sweeping over the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground before finally focusing on the dark passage leading to the rest area.

The cheers inside the killing field were deafening, but Lin Xia knew that the real danger had only just begun.

The period of weakness after a match is when the Fallen Ones love to hunt.

He dragged his tired but still vigilant body quickly toward the passageway.

At the entrance to the passage, several greedy figures, like vultures smelling carrion, had already quietly surrounded him, staring at him with ill intent, licking their lips, and holding crude weapons in their hands.

Lin Xia did not stop walking, her eyes meeting their gazes with icy indifference.

The murderous intent and warning in his eyes made the scarred man at the front instinctively take a half step back.

Lin Xia ignored them and walked straight into the shadows of the passage.

The figures hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not dare to make a move immediately. They spat in resentment and turned their gazes toward the arena, searching for their next potential target.

Back in the temporary stone house, which reeked of mold and blood, Lin Xia quickly treated her wounds.

He sat down cross-legged and began to circulate his soul power to recover.

In this place, every bit of strength is precious.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Lin Xia's figure moved like a ghost inside and outside the hellish killing field.

He participated in the second competition and once again emerged as the only one to stand out, dominating the competition.

The number of fallen people who died at his hands quietly surpassed three digits.

This didn't just come from the two official matches; it came more from those sneak attackers who lurked like venomous snakes in dark alleys, outside stone houses, and on the road to the killing field, hoping to deliver a fatal blow when he was "weak."

Every time you emerge from the killing field, it's a new test of life and death.

Exhaustion, pain, and intense mental stress were constantly taking a toll on him.

But he remained steadfast like the hardest rock, unmoved amidst the bloodshed and carnage.

His gaze grew colder, and the bloody aura emanating from him and the invisible killing intent became increasingly concentrated.

There were indeed fewer and fewer attackers daring to strike him, but as he had expected, those who remained were getting stronger and their methods were becoming more insidious and ruthless.

Traps, poisons, attacks by multiple people... they keep coming one after another.

However, all of this is futile in the face of absolute power and combat wisdom.

Lin Xia is not fighting alone.

Although Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, and others could not directly enter the core area of ​​the inner city, their very presence was an invisible deterrent.

They would clear out any inconsiderate individuals who got too close to the stone house area, and they would also guard the door when Lin Xia returned exhausted, giving him precious time to catch his breath.

Of course, the most crucial battle was always faced by Lin Xia alone. (End of Chapter)