Without Si Ren blocking the door, the seven contestants who had been waiting for a long time in the Hell Killing Fields finally found three remaining, and they made up ten.
Si Ren didn't pay much attention to the situation of the game, focusing on the other spectators throughout the process.
The battle was extremely brutal, and no participant took any chances - if they held back in case of a sneak attack after the game, it would be difficult to survive until the end of the game.
Not long after, the winner appeared, and the blood of the nine losers flowed on the platform. The rich smell of blood was the winner's medal.
There was an extra skull on the identity card. The winner paused for a few moments and then left quickly so as not to occupy the venue.
The audience stood up and left one after another, Si Ren was no exception.
As soon as the battle in the Hell Killing Fields ended, the battle at the gate began again, and everyone's identity was constantly switching between hunter and prey.
In the face of such a big melee, Si Ren did not dare to be careless. He had the armor-like Death Spider Emperor martial spirit, and a pair of spikes that killed him when he touched it. He did not dodge in the face of chaotic attacks, killing and grabbing at will. Vitality to restore injuries, tigers among sheep are generally unrivaled.
After being killed from the killing field of hell, Si Ren did not stay outside for long. He controlled the chains and dragged the corpses back to the killing field of hell. He poured their blood into the container and continued to act as an audience, waiting for the next scene. Game start.
After fighting like this for a whole day, Si Ren finally walked out of the killing field of hell, found his bed at the door, crossed his legs and started meditating.
The heart-stopping aura of death enveloped the Killing City.
In the days that followed, Si Ren was so stubborn in the Hell Killing Fields that he did not sign up for the competition with an identity card. He always stared at the winner as a spectator. If there was anyone who wanted to hunt the winner together, then he would just kill them. .
The gray lines drawn by death are constantly consumed during Si Ren's practice, but the killings on the next day can replenish them. Over and over, Si Ren's power continues to grow stronger, forming a virtuous cycle. .
One month later.
Si Ren still did not participate in a single game, but his reputation had spread throughout the killing city, and people on the road called him "tyrant".
The tyrant goes his own way and only appears in the killing fields of hell. If he gets close, he will trigger the boss' hatred, which will not end until death.
All the winners of the games in the past month have died at the hands of the tyrant, and the number of spectator qualifications that have been handed over has been queued up for an unknown number of games. Everyone is terrified and does not dare to participate in the game.
There are only a handful of spectators - without Bloody Mary, you are not eligible to watch the battle, and you must leave the Hell Killing Fields. There is a high probability that you will be targeted by the tyrant in the process, and the tyrant will kill the winner of the game, so there is no point in watching the battle.
The hunting plan against the tyrant has finally begun.
Whether you think about it or not, after staying in the inner city of the Killing City for a year, you have to play games. There was originally a chance of survival, but the tyrant blocked it forcefully, which obviously touched everyone's nerves.
A fierce battle broke out when Si Ren was meditating at night as usual. Three or five big men took the lead, and all kinds of weapons attacked Si Ren in unison.
Si Ren opened his eyes calmly. As soon as the chain came out, his soul exploded. The crisis was resolved. The Death Spider Emperor possessed the martial soul. He sent out two spikes and then retracted them. He eliminated these confident cannon fodder in two or two strokes.
But this was just the beginning. The crowd was like a swarm of ants, sweeping in like a tide, vowing to die for the tyrant.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Si Ren showed a kind smile, but the face that was possessed by the Death Spider Emperor's martial spirit looked particularly ferocious.
The eight spider legs turned into sickle blades, the icy chains continued to spread, and the huge spider web formed a grave for all those who came close to die.
The spider web does not have any stickiness, but after contact, if you are not careful, the soul will be pulled out abruptly. The soul imprisoned in the chain seems to be a booster at this moment. They are bearing great pressure all the time. The pain makes them want others to fall into hell like them.
The death-ridden spiders were rampant, and everyone's corpses were separated wherever they went. The gray air flow seemed to be the most strange and ominous thing in the world, harvesting the lives of the besiegers like mowing grass.
No one knew how long the tyrant could continue to kill. Everyone could only see them falling down one after another. Their ears were filled with the roar of souls, and their noses were already filled with the rich smell of blood.
"Mad! I won't fight!"
The first one to collapse appears, but he shouldn't yell because he attracts the tyrant's attention.
Death is coming as expected. Even if he wants to run away, Si Ren will not let him go.
Because Si Ren was very angry when he got up, and Si Ren felt that shouting so loudly in the middle of the night would disturb the neighbors' sleep, which was very unqualified and rude.
Sure enough, after Si Ren cut him into three pieces, the others learned to be polite and left quietly.
Many people came, and they all looked like dead people in Si Ren's eyes, but they didn't want to die, so they dispersed in all directions, while secretly praying in their hearts that the tyrant would target others.
Kill my "teammates" and don't kill me again!
Si Ren didn't have any good ideas. He could only follow the principle of being nearby and flash the Freudian algorithm in his mind, trying to get rid of as many people as possible.
At the end of the night, Si Ren only felt that the smell around him was unpleasant. He spent some time preparing more tickets and acted as a cleaner to clean the gate of the Hell Killing Fields. Then he regained his composure and continued to meditate with his five hearts in the sky.
Only the fresh breath of death everywhere tells the sorrow of the deceased.
Time passed like water, and in the blink of an eye, Si Ren lived in the inner city of the killing capital for a year.
Nowadays, the flow of people in the Hell Killing Fields has been suppressed to a great extent, and the killings in the Killing City have also been reduced a lot.
The audience as a group has almost disappeared, and the killings caused by paying tickets have naturally disappeared. Only at the beginning of each game, ten people will die.
And even among the people participating in the competition, there are far fewer people. Those who usually want to be the champion and continue to participate within a year are dead. The rest are procrastinating as long as they can, and will not participate until the deadline.
The name of the tyrant resounded throughout the Killing City and became the top of the food chain. Everyone crawled at the feet of the tyrant. Si Ren was able to stop killing with killing in the Killing City, a city full of killing.
And today is an extremely special day——
Si Ren has been in the inner city for a year and must participate in a competition.
"Speaking of which, if I go to the outer city first and then return to the inner city, can I recalculate the time? At worst, I will kill someone and then go out and pay for two Bloody Marys?"
Si Ren touched his chin and asked the knights who came to "capture people" such a question.
(End of chapter)
