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Chapter 136: Hell Killing Fields (Part II)


The bald strong man only felt that the serrated machete in his hand was about to get out of control and slid to the side, just as it was grabbed by Tang San's raised right hand.

Tang San pulled forward hard.

The shoulders sank and slammed straight into the opponent's chest.

Stepping on the ghost shadow, Tang San's speed could be described as fast as lightning, coupled with his empty-handed white blade to grab the opponent's weapon, the opponent appeared a flaw for a moment, and the flowing movements suddenly took over.

But the bald man's reaction was very fast, he immediately let go of the machete in his hand, and the cup he held in his other hand smashed directly towards Tang San's door, and at the same time, his body flew back, and his hands were on his chest.

Half-turning his body, Tang San forcibly unloaded his forward momentum, his left hand shook, he had already put the cup into his hand, his wrist trembled strangely a few times, and there was not a drop of blood spilled from it.

"Thank you."

After getting the Bloody Mary, Tang San didn't say much, turned around and walked inside.

Although the bald strong man was not bumped into, the power that Tang San burst out at that moment still startled him.

His face was full of hideousness, but strangely, he didn't mean to take back his Bloody Mary.

Turn around and go, without stopping.

"To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself."

Tang San muttered as he walked forward.

The wrist of the hand holding the serrated machete flipped over, and the tips of the fingers shook subtly several times, and the machete had quietly flown out.

Such a huge piece of weapon was silent.

At this time, the bald strong man had already turned to the street on the other side, and he couldn't see the other party from Tang San's position.

But the serrated machete was like an eye, drawing a wonderful arc.

I heard a scream in the darkness.

After that, there was no more sound.

"Let's go."

Tang San said indifferently to the somewhat sluggish black gauze girl.

"You" This is the second time that the black gauze girl has seen Tang San do it, and compared with the first time, this time it has brought her a greater shock.

She knew the bald man, and in the hellish killing fields, the bald man had held out for seven times.

In other words, he was the only survivor of the seventy kills.

It feels like the young man in front of him is not much stronger than his opponent, but killing the other party is as simple as pinching an ant to death.

The inside of the Hell Killing Fields is even more rudimentary than it looks outside.

There is no segregation, and the perimeter is a circle of stands that extend upwards.

Below, this is a huge empty field with a diameter of hundreds of square meters.

At this time, there were not many people watching the game, and less than 20% of the venue was sitting.

In the venue, a scream was constantly sounding, a total of ten people, and there were already seven corpses.

The last three are left fighting for survival.

When he entered, the cup of Bloody Mary that Tang San was holding was poured into a huge container.

"Excuse me, sign me up.

I'm going to play in the next game.

Tang San said to the black gauze girl.

At this time, the black gauze girl no longer thought that the young man in front of her was an idiot, Tang San's strength made her involuntarily feel a trace of fear.

Nodding without hesitation, he took the identity card handed over by Tang San and went.

For the Killing Capital, Tang San's only feeling was disgusting.

Therefore, he did not want to delay here for even a day.

After 100 victories, you can win the championship and challenge Hell Road again, and you will be able to get out of here.

He has decided that the battle will start today, from now on.

From afar, he felt a beam of concerned eyes on him, turned his head to look, and saw that the person looking at him was Hu Liena.

The journey of killing began on this day.

In this gloomy world, in this world full of blood and depravity.

Not only does he have to win one victory after another, but he also has to get out alive.

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Three days after entering the Killing Capital, Tang San had already killed more than three digits of the degenerates.

And the games he participated in were only two.

It took three days for Tang San to understand that in this place, what was really terrifying was not the enemies in the Hell Killing Field.

It's the constant sneak attacks you have to face when you're at your weakest after the game.

It's no wonder that Hu Liena only played sixteen games in a year.

Since then, Tang San has learned to be cautious, cautious, and more forbearing.

A month had passed, and Tang San's number of victories in the Hell Killing Fields had increased to nine.

Now there are fewer and fewer people who dare to sneak up on him.

But it's also getting stronger.

As the number of wins increased, he learned another rule.

That is, every time you play a new match, you can't face an opponent who participates in a hell killing match five times less than you.

Unless everyone is less than they are.

A year later.

The icy aura was suffocating, and in the hell killing field, a total of ten people slowly walked in.

Tang San walked in the third place among the ten people.

But he was the focus of the attention of the other nine.

Sixty-seven times in the competition, it is naturally sixty-seven wins, which is Tang San's current result.

In the entire hellish killing field, there were only two people with better grades than him.

One of them is Hu Liena, who has won 72 victories.

Everyone who comes here to compete, in addition to the power to continue to survive in the killing capital, is most looking forward to a hundred victories.

With the title of 100 Champions, you can become a permanent resident of the Killing Capital.

In addition to not being able to leave here, it has a high level of authority.

You can even become a guest of the King of Killing.

In the sixty-seventh battle, Tang San's appointments had already exceeded 1,000 people.

However, in the past two months, even after the game, no one dared to sneak up on him.

It wasn't that Tang San didn't want to end the hundred battles quickly, but because when his number of victories increased, there were fewer and fewer people who dared to fight when he participated in the killing competition.

It often takes a few days to get ten people together.

And it was also in the case that the Hell Killing Fields did not disclose the specific time he would participate in advance.

In the past year, Tang San and Hu Liena have become star-like figures in the Hell Killing Field.

Especially Tang San, who had achieved such results in only one year, he could already rank in the top ten since the establishment of the Killing Capital.

Compared to when he first came here, Tang San's expression had an extra layer of coldness, and even a faint layer of bloody aura was released on his body.

Cold, bloodthirsty, and cruel have long been synonymous with him.

It's not that you can defeat your opponent if you have strong soul power, in Tang San's hands, you have already killed several opponents with soul power above level eighty.

A soul master who has not mixed up is like a tiger that has lost its minions.

What's more, Tang San himself was even more terrifying like a killing machine.

The most dangerous time, when Tang San, who had just destroyed two opponents with soul power of more than eighty levels in the competition, was weakly walked out of the Hell Killing Field, he was immediately besieged by hundreds of people.

I don't know how many stab wounds were cut on his body.

But in the end, all the 100 people died.

And there are no bones left.

And Tang San was just like that, his whole body was bubbling with black gas, and his muscles rolled and crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Three days later, as if nothing had happened, he walked into the hellish killing fields again.

On that day, no one dared to fight.

Within twenty-four hours of the hell killing fields, there was not a single battle.

He has a unique knowledge of the Tang Sect that ordinary soul masters do not have, hidden weapons, poison, controlling cranes and catching dragons, Xuanyu hands, and ghost shadows.

There is also a solid Haotian Hammer as a weapon.

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Tang San had never used the Blue Silver Grass.

The Eight Spider Spears were also not used.

The purple-level divine light had only been consumed once at the most dangerous time.

It's not that he wants to hide anything in front of Hu Liena, but the means he left to himself to save his life.

That time, Tang San became famous in a battle, and his current nickname in the Killing Capital is: King Shura.

The nine people who entered with Tang San at this time, of course, could not win only five games behind him, because now Tang San's number of wins was too far ahead.

I don't know if Hu Liena deliberately avoided it or if it was the arrangement of the hell killing field.

From beginning to end, Tang San had never met her.

Therefore, both are still alive as well.

Here, Hu Liena also has the nickname, and her nickname is the Herald of Hell.

At this time, three of the nine people who walked into the Hell Killing Field with Tang San were already trembling all over, and the remaining six were all trembling.

After nine people were locked up in the venue.

Almost immediately, Tang San was surrounded in the center.

Because they knew that if they didn't kill Tang San, they wouldn't be able to live.

In the dark blue pupils, there was a touch of blood red.

The cold and bloodthirsty murderous aura spread out from Tang San's body almost instantly.

Closing his eyes, he seemed to enjoy the shivering sensation of these degenerates around him.

This year, Tang San's soul power had improved very little, only one level higher.

But he believes that now he can defeat the three selves of a year ago at the same time.

He also understood more and more the chill in his father's words.

Only by constantly struggling on the edge of life and death can we understand the true meaning of actual combat.

Roaring and hissing, nine voices sounded from the nine directions around Tang San almost simultaneously.

Those nine opponents pounced on Tang San at the same time.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Tang San was not looking at the opponent in front of him.

It was Hu Liena standing in the dark corner of the audience in the Hell's Killing Fields.

It's been a year, and Hu Liena has watched almost all of Tang San's games.

But she found that she couldn't see through this man.

From this man, she even felt unprecedented fear.

It's not because of Tang San's endless killing methods.

It's because of the man's perseverance.

To be continued: