Oscar jumped down into Hell Slaughter Arena.
To ensure he was fully prepared—
He ate a Replicating Mirror Sausage before the match even started.
—With Tang Lan's blood regenerating infinitely, wasting one or two sausages was no big deal.
"Begin the slaughter!"
Oscar swung his Thunderflame Ice Haotian Hammer,
Getting ready to crush enemies just like Ning Rongrong.
But—
Something was off.
The nine Evil Spirit Masters on the opposing side—
None of them attacked him.
Instead, they huddled together, centered around a young man.
The youth grinned, flashing two rows of sharp, white teeth.
"Brat, I've had my eyes on you guys for a while now!"
"I've been lying in ambush for days, and finally—I caught one!"
"Now, let me properly entertain you!"
The moment his words fell—
The eight others suddenly swelled grotesquely,
Exploding into masses of blood,
Which fused into a giant crimson sphere,
Engulfing the youth inside.
His aura surged dramatically, shooting straight toward Rank 60—Spirit Emperor level!
Oscar wasn't about to sit back and watch.
His Life Blue Silver Emperorlit up with spirit rings.
First Spirit Skill—Blue Silver Emperor Thorns!
The giant blood sphere was wrapped in layers of vines,
But—
The seemingly formless blood completely repelled the Blue Silver Emperor,
Preventing it from absorbing any significant amount of spirit power.
Relative to the massive sphere,
The power being drained was like a drop in the ocean.
"This might be tricky…"
Oscar muttered.
"Master's martial soul is too high-quality to fully replicate…"
"Otherwise, this would've been over already."
"Let's try this!"
Second Spirit Skill—Blue Silver Emperor Explosion!
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—!"
The blasts had little effect.
The blood sphere remained largely intact.
Oscar had no choice but to use his trump card—
Throwing the hammer!
The Thunderflame Ice Haotian Hammer slammed into the blood sphere,
Its massive weight causing it to sink deep inside.
It was about to hit the youth's chest—
But suddenly—
It stopped.
A few moments later—
The Thunderflame Ice Haotian Hammer was ejected.
Inside the blood sphere,
The youth made a throat-slitting gesture toward Oscar.
—You're dead!
His power had already surged past Rank 60,
And was still rising.
Oscar knew—
Even with the Replicating Mirror Sausage,
He couldn't win by using someone else's martial soul alone.
He sighed, then rubbed the storage ring Ning Rongrong had given him.
The Thunderflame Ice Haotian Hammer,
Which had just been knocked away,
Suddenly flew back into his grasp.
The moment he caught it—
There was a strange fluctuation.
The hammer's lightning flashed even brighter,
And ice crystals floated through the air.
Inside the blood sphere,
The youth suddenly felt a deep sense of danger!
He didn't dare be careless—
He immediately sped up the absorption process.
Oscar watched coldly.
His Life Blue Silver Emperor continued draining the youth's spirit power,
Weakening him as much as possible.
Three minutes passed in an instant.
The Replicating Mirror Sausage's effect ended.
The Life Blue Silver Emperor shattered apart.
But—
The Thunderflame Ice Haotian Hammer in Oscar's hands…
Still remained!
At the same time—
The youth completed his blood absorption,
Laughing wildly!
"No matter what tricks you have, you're dead now!"
"Hahahaha—!"
"Say goodbye to your teammates!"
A pair of flesh wings sprouted from his back,
And he charged directly at Oscar.
His attack was unstoppable!
Oscar's expression remained calm.
He waited patiently.
Only when the youth was right in front of him did he finally swing his hammer.
There was no need for buildup.
Oscar instantly focused his internal energy into a single point.
His strike was swift, leaving behind multiple afterimages.
The youth didn't even realize what happened—
Before he was smashed straight in the chest.
One single hammer strike!
The overpowered youth was sent hurtling backward at an even greater speed.
He crashed into the ground, embedding deeply into it.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
He coughed up blood violently, his brain shutting down in shock.
—His current power was nearly at Rank 65!
—How did a Rank 55 kid just one-shot him?!
"Ugh—!"
"PUH—!"
The youth spat out a mouthful of blood,
Eyes wide open,
Dying in a pool of blood, unable to rest in peace!
"Competitor #9999 wins!"
The referee announced—
"Congratulations to #9999 for achieving a 30-win streak!"
Oscar stared at the youth's corpse,
His expression complicated.
As the killing intent flooded into him,
He silently endured it.
Once it ended—
The Thunderflame Ice Haotian Hammer in his hand flickered—
And vanished.
But—
It didn't disappear like a spirit skill fading away.
Rather—
It felt more like…
Stored in a storage ring?
Oscar returned to the spectator stands and respectfully bowed to Tang Lan.
"Thank you for your intervention, Sect Master!"
That's right—
The Thunderflame Ice Haotian Hammer Oscar used mid-match…
Was actually Tang Lan's martial soul.
Under normal circumstances—
Even Tool Martial Souls, though physical in form, were still manifestations of spirit power.
They could not be stored in a storage ring.
However—
After Tang Lan absorbed Thor's Hammer,
His Thunderflame Ice Haotian Hammer gained true material form.
It could now be stored like an actual weapon.
To ensure the safety of his core members,
Tang Lan placed the real Thunderflame Ice Haotian Hammer into a storage ring,
And gave it to every fighter before their match.
Then—
Under the cover of the Replicating Mirror Sausage's effect,
They would swap out their replicated hammer for the real one.
Meanwhile—
Tang Lan, from the spectator stands, would activate a hidden trait—Martial Soul Bestowal!
Using the fusion skill "Soul Possession,"
He would remote control the hammer,
Launch a single Sky-Piercing Strike,
And utterly obliterate the opponent.
Was This Cheating? Absolutely.
But—
Who was going to stop him?
The current King of Slaughter was personally appointed by Tang Lan.
The former King of Slaughter—now the Grand Priest of Slaughter City, Tang Chen—
Was Tang Lan's great-grandfather.
As for the new referees?
Could they say anything?
Would they dare?
A new ruler brings new officials.
They all kept their heads down—
Playing along with the political theater.
Compared to the previous regime,
Where officials could be slaughtered on a whim,
Even cannibalized in public executions—
Their current lives were luxurious.
Click-clack, click-clack—
A rapid series of high-heeled steps echoed toward them.
The Slaughter Envoy—the very same woman who had once failed to seduce Tang Lan—
Hurried over.
She shielded the area with her soul power before dropping to one knee.
"My lord! This was our failure!"
"We interrogated the other newcomers who entered with him."
"Several of them confessed that before stepping into Slaughter City,
They had already been placed under his mind-control soul skill."
"They were his puppets, meant to sacrifice themselves in the Hell Slaughter Arena,
To help him accumulate an undefeated win streak."
Tang Lan nodded knowingly.
Since they had publicly announced Slaughter City to the world,
It was inevitable that people would start testing its rules and loopholes.
This couldn't be avoided.
"Be more thorough in future screenings."
Tang Lan instructed.
Then—
"Contact the Sensitive Hall and have them investigate this guy's entire bloodline."
"Compile a list of his criminal relatives."
"Then have the Enforcement Squad execute them—one by one."
"Afterward, work with the Sensitive Hall to publish a full report."
"Make sure it serves as a warning to all opportunists."
"Lastly—add an official rule:
Anyone who obtains the Slaughter God Title through such methods…
Will be hunted down and executed, no exceptions."
The Slaughter Envoy's forehead broke out in cold sweat.
She immediately agreed and wiped her brow.
"I shall take my leave now."
Tang Lan nodded.
She stood up, adjusted her outfit,
And then, once again donning her cold, elegant demeanor, she strode away.
Dai Mubai watched her retreating figure,
Swaying gracefully as she walked.
He nudged Oscar with his elbow.
Waggled his eyebrows.
Oscar grinned knowingly, about to respond—
But then—
(Chapter End)