As Tang San's victory was confirmed by the referee, countless bats gathered above the Hell Slaughter Arena, and a Blood Red light slowly coalesced into the Slaughter King, who stopped in mid-air.
The Slaughter King grinned and glanced at Tang San, then opened his mouth to recruit him:
"Congratulations, King of Plague, on successfully achieving a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena. Now, I sincerely invite you to join Slaughter City. From now on, you can live freely here, without having to abide by the rule of one match per year. Moreover, you can enjoy rights second only to mine. What do you say?"
Tang San frowned slightly. He greatly disliked the title of King of Plague, but it was impossible for him to argue with everyone who called him that.
Now, hearing the Slaughter King's words, he felt even more disdain in his heart. The pure and noble Tang God King would never associate with the Fallen. Leaving this place was his only motivation for persevering these past two years.
"Please allow me to refuse. I heard that after a hundred victories, one can choose to leave Slaughter City through the Hell Road. I implore the Slaughter King to open the passage to the outside world."
With Tang San's refusal, the atmosphere tensed up. The Slaughter King's materialized killing intent became prominent, causing Tang San to feel a trace of palpitations. However, he didn't say this out of ignorance or as a futile gesture.
Because he was certain that even someone as strong as the Slaughter King could not violate the rules of Slaughter City. The God Test issued two years ago explained everything. The Slaughter King was not the master here.
Sure enough, after a burst of murderous intent, the Slaughter King slowly regained his composure. He stared at Tang San with a complex expression for dozens of seconds, then slowly said:
"You need to think carefully. The Hell Road is a place where nine out of ten die. Isn't it better to stay safely in Slaughter City? You no longer have to abide by the rules here."
"No, there are things that this junior cares about in the outside world, so I have decided to pass through the Hell Road."
"Hmph, ignorant."
After uttering a word of mockery, the Slaughter King said nothing more. A surge of Soul Power flowed from his body, and then the entire Hell Slaughter Arena burst into a sky-covering Blood Red light.
Soon, a downward passage appeared above the Arena of the Slaughter Hell Arena.
"As expected, the entrance to the Hell Road is indeed here."
A'Dai and Hu Liena on the stands exchanged a glance, and both saw understanding in each other's eyes. Their guess was correct.
Tang San, who was on the Arena, had obviously anticipated this, and was not surprised by the appearance of the nearby passage.
"Then, I'll take my leave, Slaughter King Senior."
"You still have a chance to regret it."
The Slaughter King still didn't want to give up on recruiting Tang San. For some reason, this young man gave him a very peculiar feeling.
But Tang San ignored him. After a cold laugh, he directly jumped into the Hell Road.
The maid behind the Slaughter King didn't dare to breathe loudly now, fearing that he would vent his anger on her after being rejected.
Fortunately, the Slaughter King only glanced at A'Dai and Hu Liena on the Arena before waving his hand to close the Hell Road passage and leaving the Slaughter Hell Arena.
A'Dai and Hu Liena exchanged a glance, nodded, and got up to walk out of the arena.
"It will be our turn soon. I wonder how Teacher and Brother are doing these past two years."
"You'll know when we get out, won't you? What's the use of thinking about these things now?"
"Hmph, insensitive."
Watching the Little Fox snort coldly and quicken her pace to leave first, A'Dai shook his head and muttered that she was troublesome, then quickened his pace to catch up.
Heaven Dou City, in a secluded courtyard of Lan Ba Academy, Liu Erlong was pushing Yu Xiaogang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, to take a walk in the garden.
The battle against Chrysanthemum Douluo two years ago, in which the Spirit Fusion Skill was directly defeated, caused great harm to the three of them. Flander and Liu Erlong were fine. With their Soul Sage strength, their injuries had mostly healed after two years of recovery.
But Yu Xiaogang, as a Great Soul Master, wasn't so lucky. The Heaven Dou's healing-type Soul Masters determined that without some kind of fortuitous encounter, he would likely spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Because of this, the already expressionless face of Yu Xiaogang gained a few more traces of aging and weariness, which made Liu Erlong's heart ache. She had to comfort him every now and then, otherwise, he would resort to hunger strikes and suicide attempts.
"Xiao Gang, your disciple, if he were alive, wouldn't want you to become like this. You've already done your best, this isn't your fault."
Hearing this, a trace of pain flashed across Yu Xiaogang's expressionless face, which then turned into hatred. He sighed and said:
"Alas! You don't understand. After most of my life, I finally received such a satisfactory disciple in all aspects. Now that he's in such a life-or-death situation, how can you ask me to let it go?"
"It's all that Poisonous Woman's fault. She's simply inhuman, not even sparing a child."
"Don't let me catch an opportunity, or I'll definitely make her regret it."
Clearly, Yu Xiaogang hated Bibi Dong, who had resorted to underhanded tactics, to the extreme. Even two years later, he still gnashed his teeth when mentioning this woman.
Liu Erlong didn't know whether to be happy or depressed. Originally, she should be happy that her lover hated that woman, but for some reason, she always felt that Bibi Dong's shadow was even more profound in Yu Xiaogang's heart. But now was clearly not the time to dwell on this.
"Xiao Gang, you can only have a chance to avenge yourself against that woman if you pull yourself together. How can you go on like this?"
"Revenge? Heh, easier said than done?"
Frankly speaking, Yu Xiaogang had already begun to give up on himself at this point. He knew all too well how much power the Spirit Hall had, it was only more terrifying than he imagined. Even his own old man was nothing in their eyes. What could he, a person spending his days in a wheelchair, do?
"Then let's continue to search for your disciple. Didn't we say that we haven't found his body? Then there's still a glimmer of hope."
Although Liu Erlong didn't think Tang San could successfully survive in the hands of Ghost Douluo, giving Yu Xiaogang a little hope was always a good thing at this time.
Hearing this, a glimmer of hope rose on Yu Xiaogang's face, but it quickly faded away, and he returned to sighing. Seeing this, Liu Erlong continued to exert her strength and said:
"I've thought about it. With Ghost Douluo's strength, it's impossible that he would need to use such a powerful Soul Skill to deal with Tang San. You also went to the scene afterward. Such a large pit could only have been caused by two or more Titled Douluos."
"I think Tang San may have also been taken away by his father, Tang Hao, and is now cultivating Clear Sky Sect 's unique skills somewhere."
Yu Xiaogang had also thought about this situation, but if the other party was safe and sound, why wouldn't he be willing to come back and see him even after two years? Even writing a personal letter to report his safety would be good!
Could it be that he was so insignificant in the eyes of that father and son? This was even more difficult for him to accept than Tang San's death. He had treated him like his own son.
"Maybe, I hope he can reach the peak realm of Soul Masters."
Yu Xiaogang forced a bitter smile, finally deciding not to torture Liu Erlong anymore, and pretended to have rekindled his fighting spirit.
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