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Chapter 342.

Wang Feng was surprised, wondering if Tang San had recognized him. Otherwise, why would he warn him?

However, Tang San continued, "You look somewhat similar to a friend of mine. I hope you can survive. Even if you lose, I want you to lose to me only!"

Since arriving in the Slaughter City, Tang San rarely spoke or communicated with others. This was one of the few times he initiated a conversation because this White Death reminded him of both Jiu Yikai and Wang Feng.

Wang Feng: "..."

It seems like Xiao San has developed a deep obsession with me, Wang Feng thought with a smile in his heart.

"To be more specific, today you'll be facing an opponent called the 'Shadowless Assassin.' White Death, this person is very powerful and may be hard even for you to handle," Hu Liena added suddenly.

Wang Feng paused.

The Shadowless Assassin was indeed a name Wang Feng had heard of in the Slaughter City. This person was a powerful individual who arrived in the Slaughter City six months ago. Remarkably, in only half a year, Shadowless Assassin had already achieved fifty consecutive victories.

He had a fearsome reputation, possessing exceptional killing and assassination techniques and unique abilities that made him a formidable opponent to face.

Despite his fame, Wang Feng had never taken much interest in watching his matches. He only occasionally glanced at –them.

As Wang Feng walked towards the Hell's Killing Fields, Hu Liena led the way.

The name of the White Death attracted countless people in the inner city. Although Hu Liena wasn't as wild as some of the other women, she was undoubtedly curious. Apart from curiosity, Hu Liena couldn't help but feel admiration. She deeply admired the fact that even after staying in the Slaughter City for an entire year, the White Death's temperament hadn't changed at all since the beginning!

That white robe of his was like an unstained white flower amidst the deep murky mud of the Slaughter City, making him incredibly eye-catching and fascinating.

Even Hu Liena herself, who often communicated with the Starlight Fox remaining consciousness to ease her boredom, had undergone tremendous changes in her temperament over time. Her eyes were now filled with seductive allure when there was no battle, but once a fight began, they were like a thousand-year-old glacier, emitting a killing intent so cold that it could freeze anyone to death.

Sometimes, she couldn't even control herself and had an urge to kill for no particular reason at all.

Luckily, she had Starlight Fox to keep her mind occupied. But since Starlight Fox only had a trace of consciousness left, Hu Liena didn't know much about its past experiences.

Therefore, what attracted Hu Liena the most about the White Death—and what drew all the women in the city to him—was his unchanging nature and behavior despite the immense killing and bloodshed he had unleashed upon this city after entering.

Of course, his terrifying strength and the infamous "White Hell" he created were also part of his allure.

Tang San watched as Hu Liena walked into the Hell's Killing Field, his gaze thoughtful.

This golden generation's Hu Liena, whom Tang San's father –had once described as the most talented and terrifying individual, had indeed lived up to that description.

After watching Hu Liena's battles throughout the year, Tang San realized how powerful she was. If he hadn't possessed the hidden weapons of the Tang Sect and the various martial arts techniques of Tang Clan, he knew he wouldn't have been a match for Hu Liena at this point.

Moreover, she had earned the title of Hell's Messenger, a feat that few could achieve in the Hell's Killing Fields.

Tang San knew how difficult that was.

After some consideration, Tang San also followed them inside.

By the time they entered the Hell's Killing Fields, tens of thousands of spectators had already gathered. Most were women, their eyes glinting like wolves as they stared at the White Death on stage. Among the crowd, about 40% were men, their gazes equally fervent as they stared at the arena below.

The stands were chaotic—some were eating, some were involved in illicit activities, and men and women were mingling recklessly.

Meanwhile, at the top of the Hell's Killing Fields, a cold voice echoed inside a secluded room.

"My King, I have thoroughly investigated this White Death. He came from the far north, having heard about the Slaughter City from an old beggar. He seems to have no background and completely rejected our invitation to join us. He's only here to cultivate and hone his skills."

In the room, there was a massive glass window that allowed a clear view of the scene below. Only two people occupied the room.

One figure was shrouded in layers of black mist, sitting on a large throne made of bones. This was the person addressed as King.

The other figure was a voluptuous woman dressed in black, who had just spoken.

"Rejected an offer to join us?" The man referred to as the King asked coldly.

"Yes. From what we've observed, this White Death might be the strongest challenger we've ever had in our Slaughter City. Analysis suggests he's still hiding some of his strength. So far, he has only revealed his ability to control those mysterious black blades that kill silently."

The woman continued, "As for the other two—King Shura and Hell's Messenger—they were sent in by two of the previous Death Gods. We can't afford to provoke those Death Gods, so we can only let them do as they please..."

Although the Slaughter City was controlled by the Great Slaughter King, anyone who crossed the Hell Road and became a true Death God was a force they dared not provoke.

In the history of the Slaughter City, only a handful of Death Gods had been born, but every one of them was a terrifying existence.

"Yes." The Great Slaughter King nodded lightly.

It wasn't difficult for them to find out this information. Moreover, the two Death Gods had even visited the Slaughter City a month ago.

Therefore, the Great Slaughter King didn't dare act rashly against Tang San and Hu Liena.

But this White Death? He had no backing whatsoever.

"The Soul Hall and the two empires can't threaten us here in the Slaughter City," the Great Slaughter King said calmly. "But a Death God can! This White Death is indeed a formidable figure. For him, achieving a hundred victories is just a matter of time, and even though he might not pass through the Hell Road, if he does, he will also become a Death God—and that's a huge threat to our Slaughter City!"

"That's why I arranged a special opponent for this White Death today," the woman said with a sly smile. "Let's see if he can survive..."

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