Ye Lingling stood there in a daze, feeling deeply aggrieved.
She had done all this because she was Ye Feng's fiancée. But Ye Feng treated her so coldly.
Mist welled up in her eyes.
Dugu Yan glared at Ye Feng, walked to Ye Lingling's side, took her arm, and said angrily,
"Ye Feng, you're a man, why are you bullying Lingling again?"
Ye Feng glanced at Ye Lingling. He thought to himself—she was still his cousin after all.
Even if her parents were the true murderers of his own parents, she herself was not guilty.
Ye Feng felt he had gone a little too far.
However, being the kind of man he was, he didn't apologize. Instead, he turned and continued walking toward the core area of the inner city.
Dugu Yan waited until Ye Feng was gone, then asked softly, "Aren't you going to tell him the truth?"
Ye Lingling looked at Ye Feng's back and murmured, "Even if I explain everything, do you think he'll believe me? As long as the real murderer who killed my aunt and uncle isn't found, his attitude toward me will never change."
"Oh..."
Dugu Yan sighed, looking at Ye Lingling with heartache. After all, Ye Lingling had taken it all on herself.
"I just feel sorry for you."
"What about you?" Ye Lingling suddenly asked.
"Me?" Dugu Yan was stunned.
"Yes, you and cousin. Don't think I don't know—you like cousin too."
"Ah... well, let it be."
Dugu Yan coughed awkwardly. She held Ye Lingling's arm tighter. As she stared at Ye Feng's retreating back, she said, "Lingling, I didn't expect that we could really become good sisters!"
Ye Lingling: "…"
Ye Lingling paused for a moment. She could hear the hidden meaning in Dugu Yan's words.
Her words were very clear. Ye Lingling was Ye Feng's fiancée. She used the word "sister" to acknowledge she too liked Ye Feng.
More importantly, she didn't mind that Ye Feng would have more than one woman.
They continued moving forward. A cone-shaped building loomed in front of them, inverted in design—wide at the base and narrow at the top. The entire building was black and red.
As they stepped inside, a deafening roar of shouting greeted them.
This was the first floor of the Hell Slaughter Arena. Very similar to the Great Spirit Arena, it was a place where spirit masters fought to the death.
Ye Lingling, Dugu Yan, Qian Renxue, Ning Rongrong and the others learned the rules of the Hell Slaughter Arena from their respective guides.
Ten participants enter each round, and only one can survive to the end.
The winner could absorb the spirit power of the losers.
"Spirit power can be devoured here?" Qian Renxue asked in shock.
"Yes. This is a reward you earn by gambling with your life," her guide replied.
"So that's it... This must be how Tang Hao and that Pope broke through to Rank 90 so quickly!"
Qian Renxue immediately thought of two legendary figures in today's spirit master world—Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao and Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall.
"Who are you talking about?" Qian Renxue's guide smiled charmingly, sizing her up with bright eyes. "As long as you win a match here, you can enjoy everything here. As your guide, I can also offer you special services."
"Special services?" Qian Renxue frowned, clearly confused.
"Yes." The guide reached out and caressed Qian Renxue's cheek. He swore on his conscience—he had never seen such a beautiful woman.
Qian Renxue was stunned when his hand touched her face. Her expression turned cold. She raised her leg and kicked him hard to the ground.
"You…"
The guide glared up at her in disbelief.
"Get lost."
Qian Renxue's voice was icy. She glanced at Ye Feng, as if concerned about his opinion, then shouted coldly, "I don't need your protection anymore. Leave!"
"You!"
The guide got up from the ground, pointing at Qian Renxue.
As a guide, he wasn't allowed to harm new entrants—this was a rule set by the King of Slaughter himself. Helpless, he clenched his fists in anger.
"Fine. Whether you live or die now is up to the heavens. Good luck to you. Let me give you a piece of advice—there is no such thing as friendship in the City of Slaughter."
As he said this, his eyes swept over Ye Feng, Hu Liena, and the others.
That last sentence was clearly aimed at sowing discord among them.
"Participant 9528, please enter the arena of the Hell Slaughter Arena."
The announcer's voice echoed from the loudspeaker.
Ye Feng leapt lightly onto the stage.
It was his first time fighting in the Hell Slaughter Arena, and his opponents were all Great Spirit Masters.
They looked nervous. As soon as they entered, they immediately summoned their martial spirits—wolf-shaped beast spirits, tiger-shaped ones, and even hammer-type spirits…
Ye Feng smirked. With a thought, he pulled a pistol from his storage spirit guide.
"What kind of martial spirit is that?" one opponent exclaimed.
Guns didn't exist on the Douluo Continent, so the fallen in the Hell Slaughter Arena had no idea what kind of weapon this was.
"Begin!"
As the referee's voice rang out, the fallen in the ring began to move.
They lunged toward those around them.
Two of them rushed directly at Ye Feng.
Seeing he was young, perhaps they thought he was easy prey—so they aimed to kill him first.
"Innocent fools."
Ye Feng sneered, raised the pistol, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Bang!
Two shots rang out in quick succession. The two Great Spirit Masters collapsed instantly.
The sudden thunderous noise shocked the other seven fighters.
All eyes turned to Ye Feng—and they tacitly decided to gang up on him.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Ye Feng calmly pulled the trigger.
Eight gunshots followed.
The remaining seven Great Spirit Masters all dropped, lifeless.
"What is that thing?"
"Why is it so powerful?"
"Is it a spirit skill? I thought we couldn't use spirit skills in the City of Slaughter?"
The fallen watching the match stared at Ye Feng in disbelief, questions flashing across their minds.
They didn't understand how Ye Feng could use his "skill."
Of course, they didn't know—it wasn't a spirit skill.
It was a pistol.
Technology from the human realm.
"This match is over! Number 9528 wins! One victory recorded!"
Ye Feng began to practice absorbing techniques, drawing in the spirit power of the fallen.
His pistol had an 18-round capacity.
Armed with it, he was like a walking cheat code in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Such a sight filled Qian Renxue, Hu Liena, Shui Binger, Huo Wu, Ning Rongrong, Jiang Zhu, Meng Yiran, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others with joy.
Because Ye Feng wasn't the only one with a pistol.
Each of them had one.
No—two.
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