A few minutes later—
The remaining four Soul Douluo had defeated their opponents,
only to realize that the purple mist around them had thinned significantly.
Their soul power circulation was gradually recovering.
All four immediately turned their eyes to Tang Lan.
"Plan's changed—kill the brat first!"
"Agreed!"
"Can't let him profit off this!"
"Attack!"
As the four charged toward him,
Tang Lan casually tossed his sunflower seeds into the Blood River below.
They were about ten meters apart, closing in quickly.
Tang Lan sighed, disappointed.
"Ah… guess the show's over."
"That means it's your turn to die."
Although Tang Lan's physical strength was at the Title Douluo level,
he wasn't about to risk close combat—
What if one of them had another last-resort technique?
With a flash of light—
Fifteen Barrett sniper rifles appeared, floating behind him,
held in place by his mental power.
Even though the purple mist still suppressed most abilities,
it wasn't strong enough to stop him from simply lifting objects.
Each Soul Douluo was assigned a different number of rifles:
One weaker opponent got three.The other three got four each.
Under mental lock-on,
Tang San's specially crafted armor-piercing soul-breaking rounds
all aimed directly at their right eyes.
"Fire!"
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
The thunderous gunfire echoed through the arena.
There was no suspense.
All four were instantly headshot,
their skulls bursting like watermelons,
painting the air with blood and brain matter.
The purple mist mixed with the blood,
turning into a strange shade of blue.
A wave of killing aura surged forward.
The deadly energy was absorbed by Evil Eye,
increasing its age limit by 2,000 years.
94,017 years!
So close to 100,000!
Tang Lan smirked.
"Tsk tsk. If you guys had just worked together earlier,"
"I might've actually been in trouble."
Because with his soul power flow restricted,
his internal techniques like Nine Yang Divine Skill were also affected.
Even his Unyielding Seal Technique couldn't function properly.
The only thing that still worked to some extent was Lingbo Weibu,
though without internal energy, it wasn't as fluid.
Even with a Title Douluo-level physique,
if those eight had rushed him at once,
they could've beaten him to death with sheer brute force.
But there was no medicine for regret.
"9527 WINS!"
The referee's voice boomed across the arena.
"This is his ELEVENTH consecutive victory!"
"And he has achieved this in UNDER 24 HOURS!"
"This is the FASTEST record in the history of the City of Slaughter!"
"Let's see how far 9527 can go!"
"Next group, ENTER THE ARENA!"
The remaining 28 fighters looked at each other,
fear written all over their faces.
No one wanted to move first.
They were terrified of being pushed down.
"That brat used that move again—he MUST be running out of energy!"
"Now's our best chance!"
"Didn't you see?! The hundred-thousand-year soul bone DISAPPEARED!"
"It must've been an illusion created by a soul bone ability or domain!"
"Damn it! We got tricked by this kid!"
Just as they were kicking themselves in frustration—
The referee lost patience.
With a casual flick of his hand—
"You nine—get in."
Nine faces turned pale,
but they didn't dare resist.
They gritted their teeth and jumped down.
Before they could even stabilize themselves—
"Slaughter, BEGIN!"
At the same moment,
Tang Lan's Snow Emperor's Absolute Ice Sky Left Arm reactivated.
The nine familiar Emperor Swords appeared.
This group immediately spread out,
hoping to create a wider attack radius to disrupt Tang Lan's control.
Meanwhile, the ones with weapon martial souls
threw their weapons at Tang Lan from afar,
trying to force him to split his attention.
It was a decent strategy.
And it worked—
just a little.
Tang Lan activated Lingbo Weibu,
his body shifting unpredictably,
dodging every attack with ease.
His feet never moved from his spot.
The five who threw their weapons—
now without their strongest offense—
had no way to defend when the Emperor Swords came for them.
They were instantly frozen,
trapped in blocks of unbreakable ice.
Then, the swords shifted direction,
heading toward the remaining four.
Within a dozen seconds…
In the outside world, Soul Douluo were powerful figures, capable of commanding respect and fear.
Here, in the City of Slaughter, they died like flies.
Tang Lan collected their bodies, reflecting—
Only in the City of Slaughter could this happen.
If these Soul Douluo could use their soul skills,
Tang Lan would've had to put in real effort to kill them.
It wouldn't have been this easy.
"Next group."
The referee pointed at nine people.
Among the remaining 19 fighters,
the chosen nine gritted their teeth and stepped forward without hesitation.
—They were gambling on one thing:
Tang Lan's soul power must be running low!
Even if the previous fights seemed easy,
he had already killed 27 Soul Douluo.
These were the strongest fighters in the City of Slaughter—
The real overlords of this place.
They wouldn't have even bothered coming if not for the bait of a hundred-thousand-year soul bone.
Even if Tang Lan were a Title Douluo,
killing this many Soul Douluo should've drained him significantly, right?
Besides—
How could someone this young be a Title Douluo?!
They refused to believe it.
That's why, the moment the referee started the match,
they charged in aggressively.
And then—
They saw it again.
Nine Emperor Swords.
Nine simultaneous strikes.
The nine Soul Douluo despaired.
Four fighters, seeing no chance of survival,
chose to self-detonate before the Emperor Swords could reach them!
Their explosions sent the swords flying,
draining a significant amount of their contained spirit energy.
—A Soul Douluo's self-destruction was not to be underestimated.
However—
The remaining Soul Douluo, standing too close,
were blown dizzy by the blast.
Before they could recover,
the Emperor Swords impaled them,
freezing them into ice sculptures.
The battle ended even faster than expected.
Among the last 10 fighters,
nine were forced into the next round.
The only remaining contestant smirked.
Watching Tang Lan slice through his opponents effortlessly,
he was certain no one would be dumb enough to fight now.
And as long as not enough people stepped into the arena,
the Hell Slaughter Arena couldn't start another match.
—He could just stall until the competition ended.
The moment Tang Lan left the arena,
he would technically be disqualified.
He had found a way to escape.
Or so he thought.
Tang Lan scanned the remaining fighters,
then said casually—
"Step in according to the sequence I assigned you yesterday.
Numbers 1 to 8, enter the arena."
Eight pale-faced fighters reluctantly stood up,
rushing toward the battlefield before they could be forced in.
—They had the same strategy in mind:
Rush him. Wear him down. Make him fall!
The last remaining fighter,
still believing he was safe,
furiously shouted—
"What the hell are you guys doing?!"
"You KNOW that brat is dangerous! Why would you run into certain death?!"
"That hundred-thousand-year soul bone is probably fake! Can't you see?!"
"If you want to die, don't drag me into it!"
But—
No matter how much he ranted,
nothing changed.
Under the watchful gaze of the Title Douluo referee,
he had no choice but to step forward,
his footsteps heavy with dread.
He glared at the other fighters.
They glared back.
You think we WANT to fight him?!
Last night, that damn demon and his Slaughter God dadstormed into our homes
and planted something inside us.
If we fight, we might survive.
If we don't, we'll DEFINITELY die.
What choice did we have?!
"Enough talking!"
"We're all in this together now!"
"Stick to the plan—rush him down and wear him out!"
"Whoever survives must fulfill the wishes of the fallen!"
"ATTACK!"
With the referee's signal,
another bloodbath began.
The quality of fighters started dropping.
The remaining combatants weren't all Soul Douluo anymore.
Now, the groups included:
Seven-Ring Soul SagesSix-Ring Soul EmperorsEven a few Five-Ring Soul Kings
—No one lower than that.
(The weak never even dared enter the Inner City.)
But none of them survived.
The only difference—
Soul Sages were allowed to keep their bodies intact.
(They were food for the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.)
14 consecutive wins.
17 consecutive wins.
20 consecutive wins.
By nightfall—
Tang Lan still hadn't fallen.
Instead, he had secured 31 consecutive victories,
and walked away completely unharmed.
He left behind:
A new legend in the City of Slaughter.A trail of corpses.And most importantly—
His external soul bone…
had finally reached 100,000 years!
(End of Chapter.)
Notes-You can read advanced chapters in patreon.com/Shadow_D_X, i have already finished douluo 1 arc and even quite a great deal of douluo 2 arc