Chapter 271 Hell's Slaughter Arena
The stench from the audience was unbearable, a mixture of sweat, blood, and other unpleasant smells that made Davis slightly uncomfortable.
Davis opened his icy, fiery Evil Eyes and scanned the fallen ones. They were all like they'd been injected with adrenaline, their eyes bloodshot, their killing intent soaring, as if they had become beasts that knew only slaughter!
"That's... Hu Liena?"
In a corner of the audience, Davis spotted a beautiful orange figure, none other than Hu Liena, the leader of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation and Bibi Dong's student.
She was dressed in magnificent robes, legs crossed, gracefully seated in a corner of the audience, watching the carnage in the Spirit Arena like a battlefield rose.
The men around her stared at her with lewd, greedy eyes, some even drooling with lust.
Yet, despite this, no one dared to approach Hu Liena and do anything wrong; they could only admire her from afar.
Turning his gaze away from Hu Liena, Davis muttered to himself, "Strange, why is Hu Liena here? It's only been two or three months since the Spirit Master Competition ended. According to the original story, she should have arrived in the City of Slaughter a year later, before that little punk finished training the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. How could she be here a year early?"
Davis was puzzled. What he didn't know was that because of his appearance, Hu Liena's target was no longer Tang San, but him.
She had traveled a great distance to the City of Slaughter to surpass him.
"Forget it. As long as Hu Liena doesn't come looking for trouble, that's fine. If she doesn't know what's good for her, I can kill her later."
Davis shook his head. Although Hu Liena was an enemy, he didn't want to eliminate her now. To borrow a phrase from General Yuwen: "Such a beautiful woman, killing her would be a waste!"
Davis hadn't yet figured out how to use Hu Liena. After all, in Bibi Dong's eyes, Hu Liena was like her own daughter, even closer than Qian Renxue.
Using her properly would definitely bring him some benefits. In short, sparing her life for now was the right thing to do.
Led by the beautiful woman in black veils, Davis walked to a bar. A waitress immediately greeted him with a smile.
"Hello, young master, would you like to watch the competition or participate in the Hell Slaughter Arena? If you're just watching, you only need to pay with a Bloody Mary, whether it's your own or someone else's, it's fine~"
When she mentioned "Bloody Mary," the waitress lightly stuck out her pink tongue and licked her scarlet lips, looking exceptionally alluring, making one want to lean in and kiss her.
"I want to participate in the competition, please arrange it for me," Davis said, handing her token.
"Uh..."
The waitress was taken aback, clearly not expecting Davis, a newcomer to the City of Slaughter, to immediately want to participate in the Hell Slaughter Arena. She shook her head regretfully.
"Sigh, what a handsome young man, about to die young." With a sigh, the maid quickly arranged Davis's match and smiled.
"Young master, it's your turn to fight next. Good luck!"
"Thank you."
Davis accepted the token politely and then went to the participants' lounge. When only one person remained on the fighting stage, it would be their turn.
In just over ten minutes, a deafening cheer resounded through the sky. The audience roared enthusiastically, and Davis knew that the match was over and it was his turn.
He slowly stood up, stretched his limbs, and swaggered out of the lounge to the fighting stage in the center of the Hell's Slaughter Arena. Besides him, there were nine other people on the fighting stage: eight burly, dark-skinned men, their bodies a mass of strong muscles, looking like they could kill a bull with a single punch!
There was also a woman dressed in black, tall and graceful, with a high ponytail, exuding a heroic air.
Although she was quite beautiful, Davis knew that for her to come to the City of Slaughter and dare to participate in the Hell Slaughter Arena, she must be an extraordinary person.
Davis secretly opened his Ice-Fire Evil Eyes and was shocked to discover that all nine people on the Spirit Arena were Spirit Masters, and the girl with the high ponytail was even a level 63 Spirit Emperor.
Even without the ability to use Spirit skills, they were all formidable opponents.
"Kill!"
Just then, a burly man suddenly sprang up, drawing a large ring-bladed saber and slashing heavily at a contestant beside him, the ear-piercing sound of the blade cutting through the air whistling through the air.
Thud!
"Ah—"
Before the contestant could even react, the burly man severed his arm, letting out a miserable howl, and finally, the man slit his throat, killing him instantly.
The burly man's sudden attack instantly ignited the killing intent of the others, and amidst the cheers and roars of the audience, a fierce battle ensued.
"Little blondie, die!"
A bloodthirsty fallen one suddenly charged forward. He was a level 45 agility-type Spirit Master, his Spirit being a cheetah, which granted him immense speed even without Spirit skills.
The man attacked with lightning speed, like a black whirlwind, rushing out with lightning speed, raising his cold claws to reach for Davis's throat.
Seeing Davis's seemingly weak appearance, he wanted to finish him off first.
"Hmph, courting death!" Davis sneered. Compared to the Ice and Fire Evil Eyes, this Cheetah Spirit Master's speed was nothing.
"To deal with an opponent of your level, I don't even need to activate my Spirit!" As he spoke, Davis swiftly drew his gun, aimed it at the Cheetah Spirit Master's chest, and pulled the trigger.
Bang—
After the gunshot, the Cheetah Spirit Master groaned, blood spurting from his chest, and died instantly.
The gunshot instantly attracted the attention of the others on the Spirit Arena, who all turned to watch. Davis didn't waste any time either, taking out two incendiary bombs and throwing them directly.
Boom—
In just four or five seconds, the incendiary bombs exploded, and in an instant, the Spirit Arena was transformed into a sea of fire. Many Spirit Masters were directly engulfed by the flames, dying instantly, turning into charred corpses.
Many more were splashed with the incendiary oil from the bombs, falling to the ground howling in pain!
"Help!"
"Save me, I don't want to die..."
"It's late, sleep peacefully!"
Davis raised the Holy Sword and rushed out, weaving through the sea of fire. The flames couldn't harm him anyway; like a fiery reaper, he reaped the lives of the contestants.
Soon, eight corpses lay on the Spirit Arena, and the high-ponytail female Spirit Master was gone!
Davis quickly looked around, but she wasn't on the Spirit Arena. However, he felt a killing intent locking onto him.
"She's not there? In the sky?"
Davis suddenly looked up and saw the female Spirit Master with wings on her back, wielding twin blades, stabbing towards Davis's throat like an eagle soaring through the sky!
This female Spirit Maester's Spirit was a peregrine falcon, granting her the ability to fly and exceptional speed.
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