"Gongshu!"

"Gongshu!"

"Gongshu!"

The people sitting in the stands shouted out the names of the dark horses they favored in this killing match.

On the battle platform with a diameter of 100 meters, the killing contest was nearing its end, with only three blood-soaked Soul Masters stubbornly standing on the field.

A lotus-shaped golden umbrella, shrouded in a faint golden light, was held in the hands of a girl with black hair and gray eyes.

A trail of bloodstains stained the translucent golden umbrella handle.

The black cloak draped over the girl had been reduced to shreds in the fierce fighting, revealing a gothic black dress.

The gruesome wound inflicted by the nine people healed rapidly at a visible speed, under the horrified gaze of the three surviving Soul Masters.

It's always like this.

Despair rose in the hearts of the three Soul Masters.

Since meeting and communicating with Xie Yue and Hu Liena that day, Qian Yuelong has changed her lazy attitude and started to actively participate in the killing competition.

The appearance of the martial spirit, which has been a source of curiosity for many, has finally been revealed.

At first, people didn't pay much attention; they just felt that this Soul Master named "Gongshu" was something special.

However, those who were paying attention to "Gongshu" discovered that the time interval between "Gongshu's" killing contests was terrifyingly fixed at a precise and rigid number of days, with a killing contest taking place every four days.

Every Soul Master fighting in the Hell Slaughter Arena will be matched with stronger and more consecutive opponents as their winning streak increases.

To the astonishment of many, this frail girl, who appeared to have some eye problems, won every single match.

Furthermore, no matter how severe the injuries she sustained in the previous battle, the group that went to intercept and kill Qian Yuelong after the match was still all killed by her alone.

When the next killing contest began, people saw her at her peak again.

The area where I was injured last time didn't even leave a faint scar; its recovery ability is amazing.

Over time, even when Qian Yuelong was so badly injured in the match that she was barely clinging to life, no one dared to form a group to intercept and kill her anymore.

It's hard to say whether this wasn't a case of Qian Yuelong setting a trap.

Some clever people discovered that the other two newcomers wreaking havoc in the hellish killing field—these two rising stars codenamed "Hell Messenger" and "Red Moon"—actually knew each other, as did the dark horse "Gongshu".

Those with keen insight could tell they might be from the same place, but whether they belonged to a sect was still uncertain.

After all, the three of them had no similarities in their martial souls.

Several months passed in the blink of an eye. Every Soul Master who witnessed Qian Yuelong's victory would form an "alliance" with her when they were matched with her in the Killing Tournament. Even if they had no prior contact, didn't know each other, or even had a grudge against each other, they would all work together to kill Qian Yuelong as their primary goal.

First, deal with Qian Yuelong; the final champion will be determined by everyone's own abilities.

But even amidst this relentless, all-encompassing siege, Qian Yuelong still managed to survive.

And they retaliated with an even more ferocious fighting style.

As long as they have a breath left, they will not hesitate to turn the umbrella in their hand into a sharp sword that takes lives, striking directly at the vital point.

The two-meter-tall man met those cold, gray eyes, and a chill ran down his spine.

Blood slid from his forehead into his eyes, and the burly man couldn't help but blink hard, trying to force out the stinging blood.

However, the instant he closed his eyes, Qian Yuelong, like a ghost in the night, had already closed in, her right hand holding the closed umbrella like a sharp sword, aiming for the big man's neck covered with iron spikes.

The moment the shadow of death fell upon those blood-red eyes, another Soul Master, who had been watching Qian Yuelong's movements with utmost vigilance, seized the opportunity, swinging his hammer-shaped weapon spirit with the force of thunder, and smashing it wildly against Qian Yuelong's exposed back.

"Go to hell!!!"

The venomous vines of the martial spirit transformed into binding whips and chains, imprisoning Qian Yuelong's legs, whose injuries had not yet fully healed.

Spikes pierced through the shoes and dug deep into the flesh.

Without even flinching, Qian Yuelong twirled the blood-stained lotus umbrella after defeating the burly man. The umbrella ribs separated from the canopy in an instant, and the sharp, blade-like lotus petals severed the vines. At the moment when the hammer-shaped weapon spirit was fifteen centimeters away from her, Qian Yuelong used incredible agility to slightly turn to the side, dodging the fatal blow that came from behind, and suddenly turned around in mid-air.

The mimicry of the martial spirit moved with the mind, and the lotus umbrella, now only having its ribs, became a true bone sword, piercing the face of the weapon spirit master who had no time to retract his strength, killing him instantly!

"Zheng—"

The air underwent a subtle change. Qian Yuelong turned around, and the lotus petals that had been thrown out flew back like boomerangs, reassembling into an open lotus umbrella to block the poisonous vine whip that was swung down from mid-air.

A dull thud echoed in the air.

Qian Yuelong's hand holding the lotus umbrella trembled slightly as she met another pair of eyes that had gone from ecstatic joy to terror.

A bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of her lips, contrasting with the bloodstains splattered on her face, making her look like a demon crawling out of hell. Her right arm, taut with muscles stretched to the extreme, swung, and she dropped the flower umbrella in her hand amidst the panicked expression of the plant-type soul master.

"No, don't come any closer!!"

The umbrella briefly obscured the plant-type Soul Master's vision.

His fear was amplified to the maximum.

Space distorted, and Qian Yuelong, who had silently approached his opponent, raised his hand, covered his right hand with spiritual power, and used his hand as a sword to pierce his heart from behind with great speed and precision.

"Strange, a monster..."

Thick black blood gushed from the mouth of the plant-type soul master whose heart had been pierced. In his final moments, he struggled to utter incoherent words, his unfocused pupils still frozen in intense fear. With blood holes of uniform size piercing his body, he collapsed onto the battle platform, which was smeared with vivid blood.

"...the victor...Gongshu."

The referee swallowed hard and announced the title of the tournament's sponsor.

"Congratulations to 'Gongshu' on achieving... a sixty-four-game winning streak!"

The audience, who had been cheering for Qian Yuelong, were now completely silent.

Fear was evident on everyone's face.

Qian Yuelong, the only one standing on the stage, looked down at her right foot, which had been mangled and bloodied by the poisonous vines and was now completely mutilated, and a hint of annoyance appeared between her brows.

Ugh, I have to change my shoes again.

The soles of the feet below the ankles were almost completely mangled by the poisonous vines, just a bloody mess.

But this blurry mass of flesh and blood seemed to be alive, pulsating and growing and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qian Yuelong stepped off the battle platform without a word and walked into the depths of the dark passage.

The last thing someone with exceptional dynamic vision would see is that nearly fully healed, fair instep.

After watching this frenzied killing contest, the messenger, her face grim, disappeared into the shadows cast by the building and went to report to her superior—the King of Slaughter.