As the blood flowed into the cup, most of the crowd that had been following Han Li and the others quietly dispersed.
Only a few remained, standing aside and watching coldly, not approaching.
The cup filled, Han Li looked up at the black-veiled woman.
"Can we go in now?"
"Of course, please follow me."
The black-veiled woman glanced at the half-dead person in Han Li's hand, confirmed he was still breathing, and led the way, not caring whether the person was truly willing or not.
Han Li glanced back at the others, then followed.
Well, since there was no objection this time, it will be easier later.
What the Slaughter King cared about was that someone died, not who it was.
As for the means, Han Li hadn't broken any rules, had he?
The interior of the Hell Slaughter Arena was even more rudimentary than it appeared outside.
The outer perimeter was a circle of stands extending upwards, and below was a huge open space of hundreds of square meters in diameter, like a coliseum.
At this time, there weren't many spectators, but not few either. Almost half the seats were occupied, but people rarely sat together, keeping a distance from each other.
In the huge arena below, screams were constantly ringing out.
There were ten people in the arena, six corpses already lay on the ground, and a person missing both legs was rolling around, leaving only three standing people still fighting for victory.
"Fighting is not allowed in the stands. You are free to watch,"
The black-veiled woman explained to them, then respectfully looked at Han Li, "I don't know your number yet."
Han Li threw the person in his hand on the ground, first took the token from his arms, and then handed over his own token as well.
The black-veiled girl respectfully took the tokens, then signaled the black-armored guard beside her to take the Bloody Mary, and turned to leave.
At this time, many people in the stands had noticed their arrival.
However, when they recognized the person under Han Li's feet as someone familiar, they shifted their gaze and refocused on the arena, though their hidden gazes couldn't escape the notice of the group.
"It seems your arrival may have given them a new idea,"
Dugu Bo glanced at the person frozen under Han Li's feet, who appeared unharmed, and chuckled.
"You underestimate the people here. It's not that they can't think of it, and I'm definitely not the first to do this. It's just that their goals are different. Many strong people here mainly aim to survive, not to leave like us."
"They only need to maintain the minimum level of combat, there's no need to go this far."
"Look, those two in the northwest, and the ones in the southeast, they don't seem surprised at all."
Han Li pointed at those people without hesitation.
Dugu Bo looked in the direction he was pointing and found that the people Han Li mentioned were surrounded by several or a dozen people, looking at them obsequiously.
Seeing their actions, some of the lackeys beside those people even glared at them and made throat-slitting gestures.
"Sister Yan and Bing'er, in the subsequent challenges, try to avoid these people. Leave them to me, Grandfather, and Sister Xiu'er."
Han Li turned to look at the two women, Du Gu Yan and Shui Bing'er, whose faces were flushed abnormally due to the fighting below.
"Okay, we'll be careful."
Du Gu Yan and Shui Bing'er nodded, not trying to be brave.
After losing their Soul Skills, their combat abilities were still decent, but not as good as the other three.
"Come here a few more times, and I'll tell you the key targets to watch out for. Leave the strong ones to us, and try to avoid the others, safety first."
Han Li thought for a moment and spoke again.
He and Dugu Bo had already communicated secretly. The strongest person in this Hell Slaughter Arena was currently a Soul Douluo, and even if they had any hidden tricks, it would be difficult to escape their Spiritual Power scans.
Afterward, he would contact Good Son to scan everything again to ensure nothing was missed.
They all nodded, without refuting. Their purpose here was indeed different from the others. Training combat skills was just a side benefit. What they needed was to improve their Soul Power and ensure victory in battles.
Just as Han Li finished speaking, they saw that the match in the arena had ended, with only one person left standing.
And at this moment, the person standing, his right arm was already close to being crippled, hanging down by his side, swinging back and forth with the walking motion.
Even if he was a Soul Master, it looked like he would have to recuperate for at least three months.
But he still didn't stop, instead walking towards the guy in the arena who was on his last breath and had lost both legs.
He was quite cautious, not approaching directly, but picking up two weapons from other dead people, pouring Soul Power into them with his unskilled left hand, and throwing them towards the person on the ground.
Seeing the weapons getting closer and closer, the person on the ground didn't roll around and wail, but gritted his teeth and slapped the ground hard with both hands, using the reaction force to pounce directly towards the standing person.
The first weapon missed as he moved.
Puchi, but the second weapon directly pierced his abdomen, blood flowing freely.
But that person seemed to be unaware, his blood-filled mouth wide open, revealing his white teeth, letting out a mad laugh. In the end, he still approached the standing person.
"If you want to kill me, then let's go to hell together."
In the somewhat shocked eyes of Du Gu Yan and the others, he directly detonated the Soul Power in his entire body, directly self-destructing.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere in the arena, and the standing person was also thrown to the edge of the arena by this impact, but both of his arms were completely crippled, flying out at the shoulders, and his left leg also revealed bone.
At this time, the shouts and whistles from the spectator seats were even more enthusiastic.
"That's really enjoyable, Zhang San is really strong, not forgetting to drag Zhang Quan, that bastard, down with him at the last moment. Hehe, when we get out, don't fight with me, I will definitely kill that dog Zhang Quan with my own hands this time."
"What kind of trash are you, daring to fight with me for Zhang Quan, he's mine, if you don't agree, go out and try."
"Fight, fight, or you two can just sign up directly, see who can survive, and the one who survives, I'll help you be free from it all, how about it? Hahahaha."
"You few idiots, you only know how to talk here, you won't really fight, hey, do you think, when Zhang Quan goes out alive, will the blood on his body be enough for a few glasses of Bloody Mary, enough for us to share half a glass each."
"Zhang Quan is not enough, but when he goes out, won't it be enough? Do you want to cooperate?"
"Cooperate? I think you want to use me to exchange for Bloody Mary, get away from me, don't think I don't know what you did to the person who came in with you."
In the overwhelming shouts, no one cared about the life or death of the victor, they only cared about whether they could get benefits from it.
The evil of human nature was directly torn open at this moment, and placed bloody in front of everyone.
"Is this the Slaughter City?"
Shui Bing'er murmured in a low voice, she felt that these people's hearts were colder than her ice element.
"This is the Slaughter City."
The blackgauze woman had already returned at this time, and hearing her words, she actually took the initiative to answer.
However, unlike Shui Bing'er's expression, she actually had a faint smile on her face, looking at the blood in the arena, there was even a kind of sacred meaning in her eyes.
Han Li stretched out his hand and put the token she handed over back into his arms, and did not show any emotion towards her unauthorized opening.
It's a good thing to let a few people realize the survival rules here earlier.
"Your match will begin in ten minutes."
The blackgauze woman did not leave. Except for Han Li, the other four had not taken action and were still in the novice protection period. She had to continue to fulfill her responsibilities.
Han Li lightly "hmm"-ed and sat down, closing his eyes, seemingly to conserve his energy for the upcoming battle.
The others followed and sat down nearby, but did not close their eyes to rest like Han Li, but looked around, acting as guards along the way.
They would not entrust their lives to the so-called rules of the Slaughter City.
Although everything after entering the city showed that everyone was following this rule, they themselves came in by breaking the rules. Rules can only bind the weak.
Having witnessed Zhang San's self-destruction just now, they instinctively became wary of everyone here except their own people.
A human life is really not worth mentioning here, it's just worth a few glasses of Bloody Mary.
As for Han Li, of course he was not really closing his eyes to rest, at this time he was communicating with Good Son in his mind.
To be precise, he had not just entered the communication state, but from the moment he entered the town, the plane consciousness had already appeared in his spiritual space.
"How is it? Can the imprint here that absorbs life force and soul be filtered and modified?"
In Han Li's spiritual space, he sat on a high-backed chair, looking at the small ball of light in his left hand.
"Dear Father, it can be done, but since coming here, I can sense that the gaze that the God Realm cast on you has hardly left."
The small ball of light flickered with uncertain light, conveying a sense of worry in its consciousness.
"Don't worry, I have my own plans. Use your ability to directly modify the rules on us to a fifty-fifty split."
Han Li thought for a moment and issued the order. He still didn't choose to take it all.
"As you wish."
The small ball of light bounced in his hand and then disappeared.
Han Li withdrew from his spiritual space but didn't open his eyes immediately. Instead, he continued to feel the rules around him.
Under the manipulation of the plane's consciousness, the heaviness he felt when he entered gradually lessened, and the rules slowly changed. He took the opportunity to comprehend the changes.
His purpose here was twofold: to test the waters and to quickly enhance his foundation.
The initial thirty-seventy split, with seventy percent going to the other party, was naturally unacceptable to him.
Feeling the fluctuations in the rules gradually weakening, Han Li finally opened his eyes and looked around.
Whoa, good heavens, he thought. It turned out their thirty-seventy split was a preferential rate. Judging from the rules emanating from other people here, they only got half a percent.
Asura God, you're really ruthless! Han Li complained inwardly.
"It's your turn, honored guest."
The black-gauze woman's voice sounded in Han Li's ear, reminding him.
"Mm."
Han Li stood up and looked at the next match, which had already begun. One person was already standing in the arena.
"Wait for me, it'll be over soon."
Ignoring the gazes of the people around him, Han Li turned his head and said to the others.
Then, he used the toe of his right foot to hook up the unlucky guy who still had a trace of breath left and kicked him down into the arena.
And he directly leaped up, stepped on the person's body, and fell into the arena together, floating over the heads of many people.
The arena below was unexpectedly hard. When the two of them landed heavily, not even a small pebble was kicked up.
The unlucky guy under his feet spat out another mouthful of blood from the impact, and his token fell out, rolling towards the center.
The sound of the token hitting the ground echoed throughout the still relatively quiet Hell Slaughter Arena.
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