A year later—
Yu Tianming had already participated in fifty-two battles. Although he had only fifty-two victories to his name, the number of people who had died at his hands had long exceeded a thousand.
Compared to when he first arrived, Yu Tianming now bore a more bloodthirsty and crazed expression. A faint scent of blood even clung to him. Cold, savage, ruthless, and frenzied—his entire aura had become one with the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Over the past year, Yu Tianming had killed three opponents with spirit power over rank eighty.
In the Slaughter City, having high spirit power didn't mean absolute dominance. Soul masters without soul skills were like tigers without claws or fangs. Even a Title Douluo might meet their end against a killing machine like Yu Tianming.
But this year hadn't been one-sided slaughter. He had faced danger too.
The greatest threat came precisely because he had camped in the Hell Slaughter Arena for too long, grinding wins and provoking public outrage. On his way to register for a match, he was ambushed by a Spirit Douluo with a soul bone and a hundred fallen ones.
Though the weaker ones couldn't hurt him and sheer numbers didn't mean much anymore, the presence of so many small fry severely limited his ability to dodge.
During that battle, Yu Tianming's movement was pinned by the crowd, and the Spirit Douluo used his soul bone skill to spit out a water blade that sliced off the central dragon head on Yu Tianming's transformed body—leaving only the two dragon heads formed by his martial spirit possession.
Fortunately, thanks to his Ghidorah martial spirit, Yu Tianming's nervous system extended throughout his dragonized body, and his main head was no longer a vital weak point.
He collapsed onto the ground without releasing his martial spirit possession. Confident in his kill, the Spirit Douluo stepped forward to personally strip his soul bones.
But as he approached, the two dragon heads on either side of Yu Tianming suddenly extended, biting down on the Spirit Douluo and dragging him forward. With a flurry of blows, Yu Tianming beat him to death.
Right after biting the Douluo, the central head began to regrow at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This scene stunned the surrounding fallen ones.
In this battle, Yu Tianming not only killed the Spirit Douluo but also obtained his left arm soul bone. Of the more than a hundred attackers, nearly half were killed or severely injured.
From that day on, Yu Tianming made his name. In the Slaughter City, he became known as: the Undying Demon Dragon.
After this brutal battle, Yu Tianming acted as if nothing had happened and once again entered the Hell Slaughter Arena.
But due to his terrifying record and the eerie ability to resurrect after decapitation, no one dared to enter the arena for half a month. Most fallen ones chose to survive by relying on their accumulated match credits.
Those who had used up all their credits mostly chose to survive by offering their blood instead. After all, compared to instant death, clinging to life was the choice of rats in the gutter.
Still, there were a few who, even after exhausting their match credits, refused to donate blood. They would come to the Hell Slaughter Arena, gambling on the system's rule that at least one backup match was always prepared—praying they wouldn't be matched with Yu Tianming.
Because of this, despite camping in the arena, Yu Tianming had only won fifty-two matches—not even as many as Tang San, who had also stayed in the arena for a year.
However, as time passed, more fallen ones used up their credits. People began to forget the horror Yu Tianming had brought. More fools began stepping into the arena once again.
Inside the Hell Slaughter Arena—
Ten people slowly entered the battlefield.
Yu Tianming walked third among them, but he was the center of attention for the other nine.
Among the nine others, three were already shaking like leaves. The remaining six only put on brave faces to cover their inner fear. Once locked inside, the nine quickly surrounded Yu Tianming.
They knew their chances of winning were slim, but for even a sliver of hope, they had to fight with all they had.
They had discovered that if they attacked Yu Tianming's lower body, they might have a chance.
Yes—after a year of observation, these cunning fallen ones had realized that despite Yu Tianming's pants, his body below the waist didn't seem to be dragonized. Every time he fought, they would aim not for his neck or head but for his hips and legs.
Although Yu Tianming's lower body hadn't dragonized, it had been refined twice by immortal herbs. After martial spirit possession, it had formidable defense.
And over the year, he had become far more adept at countering such targeted attacks.
His spirit power had only increased by one level during this time, but that didn't matter.
His greatest gains this year weren't in raw power, but in experience. He had patched all the holes in his practical combat ability.
Now, he could defeat three versions of his former self at once.
In his deep black eyes, a hint of blood-red gleamed. Cold and bloodthirsty killing intent spread out from him like a wave.
Roars and howls erupted from nine directions at once as his nine opponents lunged toward him.
But Yu Tianming wasn't shaken in the slightest.
Instead, he let out a cold, cruel smile.
With electromagnetic sensing, the light beams at his fingertips arced beautifully like fireworks, shooting toward each opponent's vital points.
Just a single flash of light—and most of the weaker fallen ones dropped dead instantly.
Only three survived the laser attack.
Two were rank-sixty Soul Emperors, and one was a rank-seventy Soul Saint.
They hadn't evaded the beams, but rather barely reacted in time. One used a beast martial spirit to harden his body; another used a tool martial spirit to block his vitals—barely surviving the deadly blast.
If they could use soul skills, the three might have posed a deadly threat to the rank-fifty Yu Tianming. But this was Slaughter City, where soul rings—vital channels for using soul power—were unavailable.
They couldn't do much to him.
The three moved simultaneously. Clenching fists or gripping weapons, they charged Yu Tianming from three angles, keeping low and focusing all their power.
Their minds were locked on their target: the fifty-two-win Undying Demon Dragon.
They knew—this was it. Win or die. One shot.
Three seconds later, the fight ended.
All three lay on the dark red floor of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
On Yu Tianming's palm, a patch of dragon scale had shattered—the mark left by the Soul Saint's last desperate strike.
Without looking back, Yu Tianming turned and calmly walked away.
(End of Chapter)
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