nashuaworldcup Chapter 357 So many kills that no one dared to sign up!
Chapter 357 So many kills that no one dared to sign up!
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan's gaze lingered on Hu Liena for half a second. He wasn't surprised that she had achieved ninety-three wins in just over a year.
The resources provided by the Spirit Hall and the personal training from Bibi Dong were beyond what ordinary people could achieve.
Tang Chuan simply gave a curt "oh" to indicate that he had heard, and then ordered in a completely calm tone, "Register me. I want to participate in the next competition."
"The next match?" Upon hearing this, the woman was stunned again.
Her eyes were filled with surprise as she looked at Tang Chuan. Having just witnessed the bloodshed and cruelty of the Hell Slaughter Field, and even seen the battle of a strong person like Hu Liena, this newcomer not only showed no fear or hesitation, but also calmly asked to participate in the competition immediately.
No need for even a process of adaptation or observation?
But she quickly composed herself.
The city of slaughter is full of arrogant madmen who don't know their own limitations and fools who seek their own death. Her duty is only to guide and assist them. As for their life or death, it is none of her business.
"Understood." Nodding, the woman's face once again displayed that standard, empty smile. "Please wait a moment, I'll go and process your registration."
Immediately afterwards, she turned around and quickly disappeared into the noisy and crowded spectators.
Hu Liena left amidst the commotion. Staff quickly cleaned the area, dragged away the body, and poured sand to cover the bloodstains, their movements practiced yet numb.
Not long after, the female guide returned and whispered to Tang Chuan:
"It's all arranged for you. The next match is a free-for-all of ten, and you're one of them. Please enter through that passage." She pointed to a dark entrance below the viewing platform.
Tang Chuan nodded without saying anything more, picked up the Golden Dragon Spear, and strode towards the entrance.
The passageway was dimly lit and filled with a mixture of rust and blood.
At the end, there was a heavy iron fence.
"Dong—!" A dull bell rang out from the outside, signifying the complete end of the previous match and the imminent start of the next one.
The iron fence slowly rose, and Tang Chuan, holding the Golden Dragon Spear, stepped out from the shadows into the arena under the dazzling soul-guided lights. The clamorous sound instantly engulfed him.
In the center of the arena, the huge circular arena was covered with dark red sand, and traces of blood that had not been cleaned up could still be faintly seen.
Nine other figures were already in place around him.
They came in all shapes and sizes: some were tall and menacing, some were short and wretched, some were silent and sinister, and some were licking their blades. But without exception, they all scrutinized Tang Chuan, this new face, with eyes full of malice, greed, and judgment.
His gaze lingered longest, especially on the golden spear in his hand, which shone with an inner radiance.
Tang Chuan, standing on the sidelines, simply glanced calmly at his nine opponents. He had somehow donned a demon mask, and his blue hair seemed to shimmer faintly under the crimson glow of the arena.
A ten-person free-for-all is about to begin.
"The match begins!"
The referee's voice had barely faded, and before most of the audience had even had a chance to fully focus their attention on the blue-haired newcomer wearing a demon mask in the arena.
Several shrill screams echoed through the arena, as if it were merely a slight distortion of light and shadow, or as if a golden lightning bolt, invisible to the naked eye, had suddenly swept across the arena.
"Pfft!"
"Snap!"
"Ugh—!"
Nine sounds rang out almost simultaneously, a mixture of sharp weapons piercing flesh and blood, bones shattering, and the short, agonizing screams of those on the verge of death!
Immediately afterwards, nine figures, centered on their original positions, collapsed to the ground in different directions, kicking up clouds of dust.
Their throats were pierced, blood gushing out like a fountain; their chests were ripped open with terrifying bloody holes, their internal organs vaguely visible; or their heads were twisted at an eerie angle.
The eyes of these fallen ones still held the bloodlust and bewilderment of the previous moment...
Fast! Too fast!
From start to finish, it may only take two or three seconds.
The entire hellish killing field fell into a brief, deathly silence.
All the spectators, whether they were the Fallen Ones who had just been screaming madly or the powerful figures hidden in the corners, stared wide-eyed and gaping in disbelief at the scene before them.
Nine fallen warriors, who had struggled to survive in the Killing City, whose hands were stained with blood and who were by no means weak, were... dead just like that? They didn't even see how the blue-haired boy moved or how the golden spear was swung!
It was as if he were simply standing still, and death automatically reaps all the lives around him.
"Whoosh—!!!"
The silence was shattered by an even more violent wave of sound!
A thunderous roar of cheers erupted from the spectator stands! These depraved individuals, who reveled in killing and bloodshed, were completely ignited by this extremely efficient and violent massacre!
"Well done!!"
"It's too fast! I can't see it at all!"
"What kind of weapon is that? What kind of speed is that?!"
"A newbie? This guy's a newbie? You're kidding me!"
"Death! He's Death!"
Exclamations, discussions, and screams filled the space as everyone talked about those unbelievable few seconds and the blue-haired boy who appeared like the Grim Reaper.
Tang Chuan, however, remained oblivious to the surrounding commotion.
He slowly raised the Golden Dragon Spear, the drops of blood from its tip creating small craters in the dark red sand. He didn't even glance at the corpse at his feet, but simply looked up, his gaze calmly fixed on the podium, as if silently urging the next match.
Soon, the staff mechanically went forward to clean the site.
The new list of opponents was also quickly arranged with an almost bizarre efficiency; it seemed that even the rules of the Killing City itself had become interested in, or rather... had a desire to feed, this sudden and efficient clear-out.
Tang Chuan did not leave the venue.
He waited where he was.
The second round was a free-for-all with ten players, and the result was a foregone conclusion, ending even faster than the first round.
The golden spear light, like an invitation from the Grim Reaper, swept past with precision and ruthlessness. The ten opponents were reduced to corpses before they could even form an effective encirclement formation.
The cheers grew even more frenzied.
Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...
Tang Chuan was like a tireless and incredibly precise killing machine.
Every match was a ten-person free-for-all, a one-sided massacre. There was no lingering, no probing, and no room for the opponent to resist or struggle. The Golden Dragon Spear was used to thrust, sweep, or point, and every move was extremely simple and extremely deadly.
Blood continued to splatter on the dark red sand, and new corpses quickly covered the old ones.
One match after another.
The tenth match, the fifteenth match, the twentieth match...
The atmosphere in the entire hellish killing field gradually began to change from the initial frenzied cheers.
The cheers continued, but they began to be mixed with more and more shock, fear, and even... awe. As the audience watched the seemingly tireless blue figure in the arena, constantly creating mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a chill began to grow in the hearts of many.
When the bells rang to signal the end of the 25th and 30th games.
The clamor on the viewing platform had thinned out somewhat; many people simply stared wide-eyed, holding their breath, numbly watching the repeated scenes of slaughter unfold in the arena.
Finally, as the thirty-fifth match ended, and the last opponent collapsed to the ground, his heart shattered by the spear's edge, a slightly hoarse voice came from the host's platform:
"Today... all applicants for the Hell Slaughter Arena have been cleared. No new challengers have registered."
It's not that there aren't any arrangements, but rather... no one dares to sign up?
All the fallen and trainees who were qualified and had the courage to step into the hellish killing field had already become part of the cold corpses that were being cleared away.
They were either completely terrified by the senseless and overwhelming horror of the massacre, retreating back into their dark lair and daring not to take another step forward.
It was only the first day in the Killing City.
Tang Chuan then achieved a 35-game winning streak, with over 300 opponents falling victim to his gun. (End of Chapter)