I have already become a Titled Douluo, and I am just now coming to the system?

After hearing the words of the woman in the red dress, the King of Killing's voice was filled with shock.

At the same time, he didn't know what to say.

Is the maidservant beside the young man also so fierce?

"Oh!"

The next moment, a powerful soul power burst out from the King of Killing. The woman in red couldn't resist it at all and was directly blown away.

thump.

After the woman in the red dress landed on the ground, she knelt again and said, "Great King, please calm down."

"Why did you just tell me such an important thing?"

The King of Killing said coldly.

"Didn't you instruct me not to disturb your sleep and to let that boy develop freely? Don't wake you until we've won a hundred victories or there's a life-or-death crisis."

The woman in the red dress also feels aggrieved.

What can I do?

I was also helpless. I followed the rules but still got beaten up.

"Humph!"

The Killing King's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he couldn't help but snorted and asked, "What about that young man? What is he doing now?"

"Replying to the great king, he has only just entered the arena."

"What does he want to do?" The King of Killing wondered.

"I heard he was going to play a hundred games in one day!"

The woman in the red dress said cautiously.

"What? One hundred games?"

The King of Slaughter was stunned at first, then he couldn't help laughing and said, "Hahaha, you don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. Do you really think that a hundred games is so easy?

Even a powerful Title Douluo cannot win a hundred matches in a single day and will eventually die in the arena."

"I want to see how this kid can be so ignorant of his own limitations."

As the voice fell, the King of Killing disappeared from the spot.

...

the other side.

Outside the hellish killing field, many people have calmed down.

"What's going on? Who is this kid?"

"It's only been a short while, and he's already won ten games?"

"No matter who it was, I punched them one by one, just like beating up a kid. There was no technique involved, just pure strength."

"..."

Everyone was dumbfounded. Ten competitions were completed in just a few dozen minutes. They had seen many fierce people, but no one as fierce as Qin Xiao.

Are you a human?

At least it shouldn't.

"I'm not saying one person is trash, I'm saying everyone here is trash. And yet you still come to the Killing Fields of Hell?"

"I think I should go home and raise pigs."

"Oh, no, there's no way for you to go home. Then I advise you to clean up and just be pigs in the city of slaughter."

"Stop your whining on the sidelines and come on and fight me if you're brave enough, you bastards!"

At this time, Qin Xiao was pointing at the people outside the field and singing the quintessence of Chinese culture.

What is he saying?

Everyone was stunned at first.

Then anger appeared in their eyes.

How ironic.

Qin Xiao's words showed that he looked down on them completely!

"Shit! I just don't believe it. This kid is so strong he can keep up this level of fighting ability!"

"Damn it, count me in. If I don't kill him, I won't be happy!"

"I'm coming too! Even if I have to be cannon fodder, I'm going to consume him!"

"Life is always on the edge of a knife. Death is death sooner or later, but I hope to kill this guy before I die!"

"..."

Soon, many people began to sign up for the competition out of indignation.

Qin Xiao showed three parts of disdain, seven parts of arrogance, and ninety parts of contempt in response.

"I beg you, please come with the strong ones, and don't embarrass yourself if you are weak."

"If you're not convinced, continue to sign up and accept advance reservations."

His voice sounded again.

It undoubtedly adds fuel to the fire.

In the blink of an eye, five or six hundred people have signed up, and the number is still increasing.

Ten minutes later.

The referee outside the Hell Killing Field said with a dark face: "Don't sign up, the queue has already reached 100 matches..."

He looked at Qin Xiao speechlessly. One could imagine how much this kid was hated!

"What? That's enough? I strongly request that the number of matches be expanded!"

"Yes, do it 200 times, give me a chance!"

"Haha, I don't need you. I'll queue up for thirty-two matches. When he meets me, he'll be dead for sure!"

"Then you have no chance, I'm ranked fifteenth!"

"Hmph, you guys don't stand a chance, I'm the next one!"

A big man said this and stepped onto the stage.

“Hiss, this is a strong man with more than 40 battles!”

Suddenly, someone recognized the big man and couldn't help but exclaim.

“Humph, let this kid be so arrogant. If he encounters such a strong man, he will definitely die.”

Some people feel very relieved.

however.

Qin Xiao folded his hands across his chest and didn't care.

In fact, he was laughing in his heart.

This wave of hatred was quite good. As long as I was fast enough, completing a hundred battles in a day would not be a luxury.

"Game start!"

Outside the field, the referee gave the order and the battle was about to begin.

There was no doubt that Qin Xiao had become a public enemy, and the nine people attacked Qin Xiao at the same time with tacit understanding.

In contrast, Qin Xiao's response was as simple as ever.

No matter who it is, he will be killed with one punch.

Even the strong man who has won more than forty games and whose real cultivation level is at the Soul Douluo level.

"Ah this..."

After seeing such a scene, many people didn't know what to say.

Qin Xiao's ferocity once again exceeded their expectations.

Even those who often live on the edge of a knife couldn't help but feel scared.

"Well, I suddenly remembered that there are some confiscated clothes at home. I just signed up, and now I want to cancel the registration. Is that okay?"

Some people calmed down and didn't want to die.

but.

The referee’s response was an emphatic, “No!”

...

time flies.

Nine hours passed in a flash.

The arena was already stained red with blood, and the blood also stained Qin Xiao's clothes red.

Click!

When Qin Xiao twisted the throat of the last enemy with an expressionless face, all the sounds in the field fell silent.

All in all, it took ten hours.

The young man in the ring has won hundreds of battles!

This is a record that has never been seen in the entire history of the City of Slaughter.

They believe that even after that, no one may be able to surpass them!

Well-deserved, unprecedented and unrivaled.

"Oh my god! He really did it!"

"A miracle, a well-deserved miracle!"

Countless people couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"It only took ten hours to complete a hundred victories. I've been here for ten years and I've only achieved twenty victories!"

"I've been here for twenty years, and I've only won twenty games."

"Now that I think about it, I was so lucky not to get a number. I saved my life!"

“…”

Some people admire it, while others feel lucky.

"Your Majesty, you are truly invincible!"

Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran's eyes were firmly drawn to Qin Xiao.

Respect, admiration, and even the love that is tried hard to hide.

After hundreds of battles, Qin Xiao's peerless grace has been deeply imprinted in their hearts and can never be erased.

"Hahaha, okay, okay."

"I never thought that in my Slaughter City, three champions with 100 victories would emerge on the same day. This is an unprecedented prosperity."

"No one has ever achieved a hundred victories in a single day. Young man, you have set an unprecedented precedent in the City of Slaughter!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out, overwhelming the entire audience. A deep, sharp voice suddenly came from all directions.

Swish swish.

Subconsciously, everyone raised their heads and looked towards the source of the sound.

As far as the eye can see, a blood-red figure is falling from the sky.

"The King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter..."

When they saw this figure clearly, the fallen people in the City of Slaughter roared at the top of their lungs, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

"Is he the King of Killing, Tang Chen?"