Chapter 139 Yum
Faced with the ever-increasing number of Titled Douluo around him, Tang Chen decisively chose to follow his heart.

The aura these guys exude is so powerful that it cannot be faked.

In fact, if it was an ordinary Titled Douluo, he wouldn't care how much. Without soul skills, they would be lambs to be slaughtered in front of him.

But apart from the seven guys holding hammers around him, the weakest ones are all peak Douluo!
Moreover, he felt soul power fluctuations from several blond men and women that were comparable to Tang Chen's, that is, the ninety-ninth level of peerless realm.

He had controlled Tang Chen's body for such a long time, and he knew very well that people at this level were no longer limited to soul skills when making attacks, so his own advantages were gone.

Unable to exert the full strength of this body, it has no chance of winning at all. In order to seize Tang Chen's throne, it cannot just die here.

Anyway, his goal is just to enter the Killing God Realm, so he can just find some people who didn't participate enough times this year to fill in. Doing so will not violate the rules he set.

Looking at the man and woman on both sides of Feng Xuan who had solemn expressions on their faces, possessed by martial spirits, raised angel swords and spread their six wings, he sighed.

It's a lack of martial ethics that so many people are bullying me.

He picked up a cup of Yellow Spring Dew from the plate held by the maid beside him, drank it all, then stood up and left.

At the backstage stairs, he said to the frightened girl in black veil, "Arrange a good place for him to live."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

One month later -
The Hell Killing Field was unusually quiet, with only a few dozen people sitting sparsely in the empty auditorium.

"That guy over there is living a really comfortable life. He is so fair and clean. Could he be a newcomer? This kind of guy has the best blood quality. Why did you wipe him out of the blue?"

The square-faced middle-aged man looked gloomily at Feng Xuan lying on the preparation seat and whispered to the people beside him.

"You must have been stupid from all the injuries you've been doing. Haven't you heard of the person who's recently become famous and is only one game away from winning a hundred games?"

The people around him looked at him like a fool, and then shouted angrily: "This is the Black Emperor, a strong man who fought ninety-nine games in less than a month and killed all of them instantly."

This name was given to Feng Xuan by the audience. After all, in every battle, a cloud of black gas swept by and then everyone died. Who would still remember the original code name?

Hearing the sound, the middle-aged tiger's body trembled, obviously frightened by this intimidating record.

He looked at the other party in doubt and surprise. He had only played four games in the whole year since he came here.

Moreover, in order to win, he was seriously injured in the fourth game, and because of this he hid himself for three months to recuperate. It is outrageous that this guy played so many games in such a short time and won all of them without any injury.

Then the man said, "I heard that even the King of Slaughter came forward to ask him to restrain himself. Remember that you seem to be planning to participate in the competition. Do you want to test the skills of the Black Emperor?"

He sneered and glanced at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face turned pale and he waved his hands repeatedly.

You've already said that this guy is a strong man who kills without blinking an eye, so why would I participate?

Feng Xuan yawned and turned over in his seat. The seat was quite spacious and it was nice to lie down.

It's a pity that even with the King of Slaughter's secret manipulation, no one is willing to sign up these days. After all, his reputation in the City of Slaughter is too great, and no one dares to come at all, for fear of running into him.

Now we are stuck in the last game.

During this period of time, Feng Xuan discovered that the people who frequently went in and out of the killing field were different from those guys who only knew how to vent when he first entered the city.

Although they are bloodthirsty, they also cherish their lives.

In fact, most of the people in the audience who were holding the Yellow Spring Dew and shouting at the top of their lungs were those who were afraid to fight but wanted to see others die to satisfy their own desires.

After all, the rule here is that you don't have to fight anymore after playing a few games every year.

As the winner, you will also receive a safe place to stay and Yellow Spring Dew as a reward provided by the City of Slaughter.

Why would you go down and gamble your life for that little bit of high-purity Huangquan dew when you can live? Even if you win, what if you are seriously injured? What will you do in the future?

Looking for someone to treat you?

Is there anyone here who is trustworthy? It can be said that anyone who is still alive in the City of Slaughter has more or less hidden injuries.

But I can't show it on my face. After all, the weak can't survive long here.

So they only show their strong side, but they dare not take the initiative to participate in the competition. They only come when they have to participate to make up the numbers. Being timid inside does not mean being timid on the surface. After all, no one dares to bet that they will definitely be the one to come out alive. How happy it is to indulge yourself outside.

In addition, Feng Xuan also discovered that there were actually more than the so-called nine thousand people here. If there were really only that many, they would have died long ago even if there were reinforcements due to the daily killing of each other.

There are many pubs outside, and the number of deaths can be replenished every day, and there is even a surplus to provide long-term fresh blood.

As for license plates, they are recycled and the number of each person entering the city is completely random.

Anyway, I have a super nice number with three sixes, and the largest brand I have seen has six digits. I don’t know if there are longer ones. I have been there too short a time to know clearly.

As for the rules of the killing field, that stuff is actually nonsense. It is purely a trick used to fool people because they are not good at math. The so-called matching mechanism does not exist at all. When enough people gather, they will leave the field directly.

The strength of the people living here is basically in the range of Soul Master to Soul Saint. There are also Soul Douluo, but they have all ended up in this damn place. With such strength, they must be working under the King of Slaughter. Only two of them have not joined each other, and they were refined casually some time ago in order to test themselves.

Those who are willing to enter the killing field to participate are mainly at the Soul Sect to Soul Emperor level. Their strength is almost the same and they don't have any soul skills. As long as they have blood, they have a chance to kill the strong ones.

The arena is for fighting, who has the time to play ranked games with you?

"How much have you collected now?" Feng Xuan asked casually with his eyes closed.

The staff at the registration desk glanced at the list.

"Including you, there are six of us. The other five are forced to participate. Once the people who are forced to participate today are taken away, we should be able to have enough."

After saying that, he sighed helplessly. He had been working in this position for many years, but this was the first time he had seen such a genius.

No one dared to participate, he is really unique.

There are as many as a dozen fighting battles in the Hell Killing Field every day, and as few as four or five, and there are always people coming to fight.

Even when those two killer gods were undefeated more than 20 years ago, it took them several years to progress step by step. On average, they only played two or three games a month. It took time to recover from injuries and accumulate experience.

It has no impact on the daily operation of the killing field.

You have three or four shows every day, and it's just like a formality for a picnic. People disappear as soon as you raise your hand. It's not even exciting enough to watch.

Because of this disruption, there were hardly any people in the audience seats, and my own performance also declined a lot. I was so exhausted.

And the most important thing is that his boss, the King of Slaughter, is very caring towards him, and he doesn't even dare to open his mouth to persuade him.

However, once the opponent is finished fighting today, I will have won 100 games. According to the rules, I should enter the Hell Road and finally I won't have to face this guy.

"Hmm~ The people are here!"

Feng Xuan, who was dozing off, got up instantly. At the gate, a team of black-armored soldiers walked in, carrying some fierce-looking but extremely skinny people.

When they saw the registration office, they started kicking their legs, trying to break free and escape.

"No, no! Don't let me bleed, I won't participate in the competition!" The person who was held in the front screamed weakly.

But what surprised him was that the soldiers just put the sign up, and then after getting the number, they were taken directly to the corresponding gate.

But not having to bleed as a ticket doesn't mean he is willing to go down. He continues to struggle, but it's useless. The black-armored soldier's hands are like iron clamps.

The person on the left was a little impatient with this action, so he slapped him on the back of the head to make him quiet down, and then there was a sudden click, and his eyes turned white, his head tilted, and he died without a sound.

Seeing this, the other person said nothing, pushed his hand away, picked him up, and threw him heavily to the ground.

"Ah!" The voiceless guy actually howled in pain.

The other soldiers who saw it all laughed.

"What a fool! We have seen this kind of behavior many times."

In order to avoid fighting, many people in the City of Slaughter would use this skill of pretending to be dead.

However, it is generally only used in this kind of occasion. If you dare to use it outside, others will divide you into eight sections.

(End of this chapter)