The chaos in the inner city was something Wang Feng did not expect before.
Sometimes, just a single strand of killing intent was enough to make people go berserk.
"What a strange person."
Hu Liena shook her head, looking at the faceless man's back, she had a strange feeling.
The other party's behavior was actually very normal in this place, because everyone was vigilant.
No one was kind to you, so seeing the other party do this, Hu Liena actually admired him. She thought the other party was a newcomer, but she didn't expect him to be so fierce and ruthless, and also so vigilant, not giving anyone any chance at all.
This kind of person was often extremely difficult to deal with in the inner city.
"Moreover, he shouldn't be interested in women."
Hu Liena thought to herself. With her appearance, who knew how many people coveted her.
To put it bluntly, as long as she nodded slightly, there would be a bunch of men with impure intentions coming to her.
Of course, Hu Liena didn't think that the other party was doing this deliberately, playing hard to get, because there was no need at all, in this inhumane place.
That kind of low-level method was meaningless.
In a place like the inner city, if a man wanted to attract a woman, he could only go to the Hell Killing Field.
"I hope I don't meet him."
Hu Liena suddenly glanced at Tang San again, and then walked away on her own.
With the strength of the white-clothed faceless man, not to mention Hu Liena, even Tang San felt that it was extremely troublesome.
Naturally, he was also secretly vigilant, hoping not to meet him easily.
After all, once they met, it would be a matter of life and death.
"The Hell Killing Field is ahead."
Nameless took Wang Feng to a building similar to the Great Soul Arena.
After the performance just now, Nameless didn't dare to underestimate Wang Feng now.
It was also because Nameless didn't see the scene of Wang Feng's battle with the black-armored knight before, otherwise, he would have respectfully brought Wang Feng to the Hell Killing Field.
"There are no specific rules here."
Nameless continued, "Take your token and sign up directly, and then wait for the competition to start. There are ten people in each competition. You just need to survive. Except for not using soul skills, you can use any means!"
Wang Feng nodded slightly.
He found that after killing the bald man just now, the blood pattern of the Dark Angel Martial Spirit moved slightly, as if it was a little brighter.
It seemed that killing people here could stimulate the Dark Angel martial soul to a greater extent.
However, there was also the impact of some negative emotions.
But now, Wang Feng's body was spotless and his soul was incomparably pure. He was not affected by these negative emotions at all!
He disappeared in an instant.
"Of course, you can also go in and watch the battle, and the qualification to watch the battle requires a cup of Bloody Mary."
Wu Ming pointed at a man who was holding a cup of Bloody Mary. "It can be the enemy's or your own. It's fine as long as you have it."
The Slaughter City seemed to be in desperate need of fresh blood.
Bloody Marys seemed to have become a special currency here.
After all, the contribution of two cups per month would allow them to survive in Slaughter City. This thing was still very precious.
Wang Feng did not intend to spectate the battle. Instead, he directly entered the competition.
The competition went very smoothly.
In the first match, Wang Feng sensed that the strength of these people was not at the same level. Many of them had forced themselves to come to this match. Perhaps they didn't want to contribute Bloody Mary anymore and wanted to fight in the Slaughterhouse.
There were also some who were participating in the competition for the first time.
The rest of the people had won five matches or less.
This was also the rule of the competition. Among the ten people, the difference between the weakest and the strongest was about five matches.
It would not exceed this number.
This was to prevent people who had too many victories from being matched with people who did not participate in a single match. That would be completely meaningless.
Therefore, not only in the first match, but also in the following matches in the following month, Wang Feng met opponents with less than 20 victories.
They were far inferior to the bald man he had killed before.
The competition was completely a one-sided slaughter!
In the following month, Wang Feng did not make a move in the entire competition.
Once the Mysterious Underworld Spike was used, these thugs who couldn't even use soul skills were far inferior to the black-armored warriors. Naturally, they were directly slaughtered!
The battle ended very quickly!
However, the City of Slaughter was still the City of Slaughter. Who knew how many vicious and evil people were gathered here? Their numbers were uncountable.
Seeing how powerful Wang Feng was, they were not afraid at all. Instead, after the competition ended, they crazily ambushed and assassinated Wang Feng.
It was endless.
It was because of this that Wang Feng would lose at least two digits of lives every day.
It was very terrifying!
Wang Feng had never killed so many people before.
Especially after the second day, Wang Feng was besieged by almost 30 people.
Logically speaking, it was really exaggerated!
Fortunately, the strength of Wang Feng's Mysterious Underworld Spike was displayed at this time.
If Wang Feng were to kill these people himself, he would probably be stained with blood and have to change his clothes many times every day.
But with the Mysterious Underworld Spike, all lives within 30 meters were under his control!
Don't even think about getting close to me!
After killing so many people, Wang Feng didn't feel anything.
On the first day, there was a slight fluctuation. But after thinking about it, he didn't know how many people here had to bear to come here.
Killing them was simply getting rid of evil. Wang Feng didn't feel embarrassed at all.
Not long after, Wang Feng felt the second blood pattern of his Dark Angel martial soul faintly light up on his body. It seemed like it was about to awaken.
Wang Feng realized that every time the blood pattern appeared, it would greatly increase his overall strength.
Other than the domain-like aura, his body's attributes were at least twice as strong.
The black wings on his back also had the ability to fly. Every pair of wings corresponded to a blood pattern. But after the blood pattern was activated, the black wings would also light up.
There were many strange symbols on the pitch-black energy wings.
Because the Massacre Capital was special, it could also conceal the aura of the Dark Angel martial soul. Therefore, Wang Feng wasn't worried that the Qian Renxue would sense it.
When he was alone, Wang Feng would secretly use it to check the situation.
Just like that, Wang Feng cultivated the Dark Angel martial soul in the Infernal Slaughterhouse.
For him, who had already endured the lonely training in the Extreme North, the days in the Infernal Slaughterhouse were relatively easy.
Because he didn't need to do anything and didn't need to expose his strength. He could easily become stronger.
This was a place that Wang Feng dreamed of.
On the other side, Wang Feng would occasionally check on Little Three's situation. He wasn't worried.
After all, Little Three was the protagonist of the original work. His life in the Massacre Capital was basically smooth sailing. However, the battles in the Infernal Slaughterhouse made Little Three more calm and his temperament inclined towards darkness.
Clearly, under such a high intensity of killing, his mind was somewhat tense, which affected his temperament.