Slaughter City.
Hell Slaughter Arena.
A fierce slaughter was about to begin.
As the Hell Messenger slowly walked to the front of the stage...
"The hundredth battle of the Slaughter Arena!"
"Thousand Hands Asura versus Bloodthirsty Demonic Wolf!"
A large man wearing a partial fanged mask, his body covered in scars, was the first to step onto the stage.
He shouted arrogantly, "Ha!!!"
"Come on, Thousand Hands Asura! Today, I'm going to tear you in half!"
And Thousand Hands Asura was none other than...
Tang San, naturally.
At a bar not far from the arena,
Tang San sat drinking.
Hearing that arrogant declaration of war,
he drained the cup of Bloody Mary in his hand in one gulp.
Using the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he quickly arrived on the stage.
Five years had passed.
Tang San had finally won ninety-nine matches once again, reaching the hundredth.
Very soon,
the match began.
Black evil energy emanated from Tang San's entire body.
He activated his Martial Soul.
A completely pitch-black Blue Silver Grass appeared in his hand.
When the opponent saw the Blue Silver Grass,
his lips curled into a wide, mocking grin. "A mere weed dares to call itself Asura? Today, this lord will cripple you!"
"Is that so?" Tang San gave an evil smile.
His fourth ring shone brightly around him.
"If you have the ability, then come and try!"
"Fourth Spirit Ability—Blue Silver Prison!"
A cage woven from several black vines covered in barbs
instantly erupted from beneath the large man's feet, trapping his entire person inside.
"Hmph! You expect this pathetic cage to trap this lord?"
"What a joke!"
Bang!
The large man threw a heavy punch.
The cage didn't budge at all; instead,
he was pierced by the black thorns on the cage, leaving wounds.
The blood remaining on the black thorns
was absorbed by the vines in a matter of moments.
The large man did not notice this.
He shook his hand and said with a dark expression, "You actually dared to injure my hand. You're in for it now."
Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking,
he saw Tang San release another Spirit Ability.
Blue Silver Parasite.
The next second,
countless Blue Silver seeds exploded.
Vines instantly bound the large man.
Countless black thorns pierced deeply into various parts of his body.
Immediately following that,
these black thorns actually began to suck the blood from within the man's body.
By the time he realized what was happening,
it was already too late.
"You... what kind of method is this? Let me go!"
"Stop, stop sucking! I surrender!"
The large man spoke in a panic.
But Tang San sneered and said, "Don't you know the rule that you cannot surrender in the Slaughter Arena?"
"Besides, being able to become my nourishment can be considered your good fortune."
Under the full force of the suction,
a large amount of essence blood flowed through the black thorns and into the Blue Silver Grass.
Blood-colored veins actually appeared on the surface of the pitch-black Blue Silver Grass.
As Tang San absorbed the essence blood,
his eyes turned blood-red.
After a short while,
that large man was sucked into a withered husk.
"The taste of this guy's blood is really not bad; I feel like I've become a bit stronger again."
"It's time to announce the result, isn't it?"
Tang San licked his lips in a perverted manner.
He turned his head to look at the Hell Messenger and spoke.
Just then,
the Slaughter King descended from the sky.
He said to Tang San, "Congratulations, Blue Silver Death God. You have become the second person in a hundred years, besides the Hell Messenger, to obtain the honor of a hundred-win streak in the Hell Slaughter Arena."
"The second?" Tang San glanced at the Slaughter Messenger and asked, "How long did she take?"
"There are many Slaughter Messengers; I am not talking about her."
"That Slaughter Messenger already left Slaughter City long ago after passing through the Hell Road."
The Slaughter King explained.
Seeing it wasn't the woman before him, Tang San continued to ask, "Then the person you mentioned, who is it? How long did they take?"
"I do not know her name. As for the time, she only took two years," the Slaughter King said, shaking his head.
"Two years..." Tang San's killing intent surged.
Someone had actually managed to do it in less time than him.
And it was a woman.
"Dammit! Clearly, first place should have been mine! If not for that accident, I would have achieved a hundred-win streak long ago!"
Whenever he recalled
that accident five years ago, Tang San would be filled with resentment.
Because of that accident, he had lost his hundred-win streak and his most important 'Pure and Noble' title.
But as the saying goes,
blessings and misfortunes are intertwined.
He had received guidance from a mysterious voice and discovered a shortcut to becoming stronger.
That was to absorb the essence blood of others to enhance himself.
During this process, he also discovered that the essence blood of the living and the dead were two completely different things.
The energy obtained from the essence blood of the dead was extremely minimal.
In contrast, the energy from the living was very abundant.
Therefore,
after Tang San defeated his opponent in every match, he would use the Blue Silver Grass to restrain them,
then begin to suck the opponent's essence blood
until they were sucked dry.
Of course, relying solely on defeating opponents in matches was far from enough.
He would also randomly select heavily injured people as targets.
Over time,
Tang San completely degenerated into an Evil Soul Master.
He became extremely thirsty for blood.
If he didn't drink it for a day, his whole body would feel uncomfortable.
The Blue Silver Grass also slowly turned into a spiked, Dark Blue Silver Grass
that could also suck blood.
This made Tang San even more excited.
Because in this way,
it was much more convenient for him to consume essence blood.
In five years, he relied on this method to raise his level to a rank seventy-one Spirit Saint.
One could only imagine how many people he had drained.
The Slaughter King continued, "Now that you have completed a hundred-win streak, this King has decided to exceptionally grant you the title of Death God!"
"And I appoint you as a Guest Elder of my Slaughter City; from now on, you may enter and leave Slaughter City freely!"
To be honest,
given Tang San's aptitude,
he actually wasn't qualified to receive such an honor.
Because those who entered Slaughter City had to clear the Hell Road if they wanted to leave.
But Tang San had someone standing behind him.
That Great One had already greeted him long ago.
There was no choice;
the Slaughter King could only comply.
"Oh? I can go out without clearing the Hell Road?" Tang San was slightly surprised.
But thinking that the Hell Messenger had gone out by passing through the Hell Road,
Tang San immediately felt indignant.
He thought that since that woman could clear it, he definitely could too!
He politely declined, "No need. Rules are rules; the rules must not be broken because of me alone."
"It's just the Hell Road. Since others have walked it, I can too."
The Slaughter King's expression froze, and he said coldly, "You'd better think it through. This chance to receive my bounty only comes once; there is no turning back once the arrow is fired."
"I've thought it through!"
"I'm going to challenge the Hell Road!"
"I want you all to know that I, Tang San, am the true favored child of heaven!"
Tang San shouted almost frantically.
"Good! Very good!"
The Slaughter King smiled cruelly.
He turned and sacrificed all the Evil Soul Masters in the Hell Slaughter Arena in a blood ritual,
opening the Hell Road.
Then, without another word, he threw Tang San inside...
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