Black Gauze Girl thought to herself, she didn't know what method he had used to survive, but not participating in battles was absolutely forbidden by the King of Slaughter.
"I understand!"
Dugu Feng gave her a cold glance and returned directly to his room.
Black Gauze Girl was speechless; this was truly an obstinate young man.
She had never seen someone with such patience.
Recalling the intense killing intent emanating from Dugu Feng, she shuddered inwardly. After giving the room one last glance, she turned and left.
Three months later.
Dugu Feng's figure appeared in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
His Soul Power had already reached level 25, and the environment here hadn't hindered his cultivation speed in the slightest.
Nine months after entering Slaughter City, he had advanced two levels.
He was about to begin his first match, marking the start of his journey of slaughter.
Ten figures stepped into the center of the slaughter arena.
"Each participant must face opponents who have participated in at least five more matches than themselves. In other words, the Slaughter Hell Arena arranges matches based on the number of victories.
Since I have zero victories, the most any of these nine opponents can have is five consecutive wins!"
Dugu Feng assessed his nine opponents. Three of them had very low levels of mental poison in their bodies, clearly having arrived in Slaughter City not long ago.
Thus, his main focus would be guarding against these three.
The moment all combatants entered the slaughter arena, the battle erupted violently.
Dugu Feng held a short sword, leading others to believe he was a master swordsman.
But in reality, he only knew one move—the Serpent's Belly Sword.
Channeling Soul Power into his legs, Dugu Feng flashed away, first distancing himself from those three, then retreating to a corner of the slaughter arena.
"Kid, you're still wet behind the ears, yet you're here looking for death!"
A man with a sinister expression, seemingly thinking Dugu Feng was an easy target, lunged at him with a long blade.
Dugu Feng extended his middle finger, and a streak of purple light shot out.
With a sharp bang, it struck the sinister man's blade with pinpoint accuracy.
The man's face twisted in shock. "A Soul Skill? How can you use a Soul Skill?"
His Martial Soul was a giant blade, and he could only infuse it with Soul Power to execute techniques.
Judging by the boy's appearance, he had assumed Dugu Feng possessed a Beast Martial Soul, which couldn't use Soul Skills—making him an easy target.
But this sudden display of a Soul Skill shattered his understanding.
"Kid, this must be a Self-Created Soul Skill. For your age, you're indeed a genius, but you'll still die!"
The sinister man's expression darkened as he quickly pieced it together.
The opponent couldn't possibly be using a Spirit Ring skill.
That left only a Self-Created Soul Skill.
At such a young age, mastering even one technique was likely his limit.
Gripping his blade with both hands, the man slashed fiercely.
Dugu Feng responded with another finger strike, this time channeling his Soul Power to its limit. The sheer force of his finger, combined with its venom, forced the sinister man back several steps.
Even as he fought, Dugu Feng kept an eye on his surroundings.
The other combatants were already engaged in chaotic slaughter.
"My first Soul Duel—I can't reveal too much. No need to rush for victory."
Dugu Feng narrowed his eyes.
Every match had many spectators. At this moment, hundreds of people filled the stands.
All were there to gather intelligence on potential opponents.
Because no one knew who they might face next!
Observing battles and understanding others' abilities was the key to survival.
In a chaotic battle of ten, the last one standing isn't necessarily the strongest.
Just like in Dugu Feng's current match at the center of the Hell Slaughter Arena, one man was being besieged by four others.
This man was a five-time consecutive winner—of course they'd target him first!
Curses and shouts filled the arena.
The sounds of impacts rang out continuously.
Moments later, the five-win streak warrior was killed, and two of the other four also fell.
Seizing the moment, Dugu Feng fired a finger beam straight into the mouth of a vicious-looking man before him—a one-hit kill.
Only three remained in the entire arena.
Dugu Feng's expression was grave, but he knew in his heart that he had already won this match.
The three newcomers with minimal mental poison in their systems had all been eliminated.
The ensuing battle went exceptionally smoothly. Dugu Feng remained at the periphery, appearing weak.
Yet in the free-for-all between the three, he always managed to repel his opponents with finger beams.
In the end, it seemed as though the other two had exhausted their Soul Power, allowing him to take advantage.
In truth, at every critical moment, Dugu Feng would activate the toxins in their bodies, causing their minds to falter.
He won his first match with ease.
Dugu Feng didn't rush to leave. He intended to observe for a while—knowing both yourself and your enemy ensures victory.
From the mouths of people like Lang Er, he had already learned about the abilities and strengths of most top fighters.
But he still needed to see them with his own eyes.
After several days of spectating, Dugu Feng participated in another match before finally leaving the arena.
The moment he stepped out of the Hell Slaughter Arena's gates, he sensed several hostile gazes.
A few figures had even followed him out at the same time.
A kid who could create his own Soul Skills was a threat—someone wanted to make a move.
Dugu Feng smirked coldly. If you attack me, you'll regret it.
"This young brother is under my protection!"
A burly man with black-and-white streaked hair stepped forward and bellowed.
At his words, the others silently retreated.
Since this Devil Tiger had taken an interest, they could only cast sympathetic glances at Dugu Feng.
The Devil Tiger had a notorious preference for fresh meat—those he fancied never met a good end.
The Devil Tiger was none other than Mo Li.
He had watched both of Dugu Feng's matches.
Unlike the others, he understood Dugu Feng's true strength.
He would never believe Dugu Feng had won by mere luck.
In those two matches, Dugu Feng had only revealed one ability—firing a surge of purple Soul Power from his middle finger. This energy was bold and imposing, with tremendous force.
But Mo Li knew Dugu Feng was still hiding other abilities.
In his mind, Dugu Feng was undoubtedly a cunning and formidable Soul Master.
By stepping forward now, he was trying to curry favor—after all, he still had Dugu Feng's poison inside him.
What a pain, Mo Li thought helplessly.
Dugu Feng gave him a deep look but didn't linger, swiftly returning to his room to rest.
After days of mental tension, he needed to unwind.
In the following days, Dugu Feng alternated between cultivation and matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Within a month, his win count reached ten.
By then, even the slowest observers recognized his strength.
As his matches increased and he faced stronger opponents, more of his abilities were exposed.
The fact that all five fingers of his right hand could unleash finger beams had already been revealed.
But little did they know, he could unleash them with both hands, and each finger emitted a unique force.
Dugu Feng chuckled inwardly—they would only grow more astonished in time.
To achieve ultimate victory required greater patience, more caution, and an endless stream of new techniques.
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