GBP Chapter 294 The City That Never Sleeps 5
Chapter 294 The City That Never Sleeps 5
The layout of the killing field is particularly simple and brutal.
In the center was a killing platform, hundreds of feet square, its stone surface soaked with bloodstains, so wet that they formed thin streams that flowed down.
The black, sticky substance mixed with blood was crushed by countless feet until it became one with the stone platform, emitting an extremely foul stench.
The platform was surrounded by ruins, and many vultures perched on the walls, staring at the platform, motionless, waiting to devour it.
The onlookers were scattered across the ruins, moving about casually.
They were either sitting cross-legged on top of broken pillars, shouting and watching the show, or leaning against the crumbling walls, caressing their magical artifacts, their eyes fixed on the stage, waiting for the next round of fighting to begin.
Several mutilated corpses lay scattered on the ground around them, clearly indicating that several massacres had taken place there.
The registration area was set up in the shadow of the ruins, with just a crooked table and a burly man with a fierce face sitting behind it.
Guan Xun walked straight over and threw the iron badge with the number engraved on his chest onto the table: "Register."
The burly man glanced down, his pupils contracted, and then he suddenly raised his head, his fleshy face trembling. His voice was so loud it sent the vultures on the wall flying: "Oh, so it's you! Those gamblers were betting on when you'd dare to come, but they didn't expect you to be here so soon."
"Hahahaha, I'll arrange the next match for you right away, how about it?"
His eyes were wide open, filled with the light of anticipation for a good show.
Her name had already spread throughout the killing field. A newcomer had killed nearly a hundred people in just a few days. Many people turned pale at the mention of her name, and just as many people were waiting for her to appear. Everyone wanted to make a name for themselves by stepping on her corpses, so as to collect her bloody points.
Countless eyes were already watching her secretly, just waiting for her to step into this deadly place.
Guan Xun turned and leaned against the broken wall beside him, his gaze fixed on the people fighting on the platform, his voice as cold as ice: "Hurry up."
The faster the better, the sooner we finish the fight, the sooner we accumulate enough gore points.
"Alright!" The big man slapped the table with delight and shouted for someone to announce his arrival.
"Next match, number [number], enters the arena."
After the announcement, the entire room fell silent for a moment, then erupted into an even more boisterous uproar.
The bloodlust in everyone's eyes intensified, like hungry wolves encountering fat sheep.
"Did I hear that right? The number?"
"This newcomer has quite a reputation lately; he finally dared to come to the killing field."
"Hey, I'm going to check her out. She's definitely got a lot of blood on her!"
The previous killing spree was nearing its end.
Amidst the shouts and commotion, Guan Xun leaped and landed on the killing platform.
Her white dress was already stained crimson with blood, and she exuded only a chilling aura of bloodlust, without a trace of decadence or depravity. In fact, she seemed somewhat out of place among the thugs in the room.
A figure leaped onto the platform, followed by four dark figures that sprang from the crowd and landed on the platform at the same time.
Six against one.
The crowd below erupted in cheers, slapping their thighs and roaring, "Kill her! Kill her!"
With no limit on the number of participants and no rules to bind you, this is the true killing field.
People who stand out too much are bound to attract envy.
Guan Xun's lips curled into a cold smile. Very good, it saves time.
She raised her hand and slowly spread her fingers. Dark flames instantly rose from her palm, the crimson flames dancing, the heat scorching the skin of those around her.
The six people opposite her exchanged a glance, licked their lips with their blood-red tongues, and with a sinister laugh, the six figures pounced on her at the same time!
The magical artifact sliced through the air with a piercing, sharp sound.
A flash of ferocity crossed Guan Xun's eyes. She suddenly clenched her fingers, squeezing the dark flames between them, transforming them into a crimson fire serpent. With a flick of her wrist, the fire serpent rapidly condensed into a long sword burning with intense flames.
The blade was as bright red as blood.
A smirk appeared on her lips, and a murderous intent erupted from her. Yes, that's it, come at me all at once...
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half year later.
Guan Xun stood in the center of the platform, casually tossing the recently deceased corpse out. The body crashed heavily into the rubble, splashing up a spray of dark red blood.
Before the thud of her landing had even faded, her cold voice pierced through the noise.
"Next one."
There were no unnecessary movements, no hesitation whatsoever, as if what had just been chopped off was not a human life, but merely the crushing of an ant.
The moment the words were spoken, the entire venue fell silent for only a moment before erupting into a thunderous roar of cheers.
The roar of the crowd almost ripped the tattered sky apart.
"Number!"
"Number!"
"Number!"
This codename has long been synonymous with the killing god of the never-sleeping city's killing field.
In the past six months, there have been three battles every day, resulting in a winning streak of 545 matches. This number has piled up like a mountain of blood, making it hard for everyone to breathe.
From initial skepticism and provocation to later awe and fanaticism, Guan Xun's brutal slaughter has forged an image in this cannibalistic land that no one dares to look directly at.
The chips on the sidelines were piled up like a small mountain, but they were all placed on Guan Xun.
No one would be foolish enough to bet on her opponent to win; that would be tantamount to suicide.
The burly man at the registration desk had long since lost all the frivolousness he had shown when he was watching a good show; only undisguised awe remained on his face.
He shouted several times to the audience for the next performance, but the crowd on the ruins remained silent, not a single person daring to respond.
Who dares to go up?
There's a soft consensus in the killing field: if one side concedes, the winner gets to take half of the opponent's blood points. Most people of similar strength will admit defeat when things turn bad, at least they can keep their lives.
But Guan Xun refused.
She never admits defeat on the spot.
Whether you kneel down and beg for mercy or kowtow and call her "master," as long as you stand opposite her, the moment the blade falls, you're doomed.
Only after completely shattering her opponent and plundering all their blood and grime would she stop and indifferently call out for the next round.
In the beginning, there were always some arrogant fools who wanted to dampen the newcomer's spirit, step on her reputation to rise to power, and seize the bloody spot.
There are few solo fights; most are groups of three or five who rush onto the killing platform, shouting and yelling.
But the ending was the same for everyone: they turned into a pile of rotten flesh on the stage, and all the bloodstains on their bodies became Guan Xun's possession.
Over time, no one dared to provoke her anymore.
The infamous name of the number had already spread throughout the entire city that never sleeps.
She was the most fearsome of all killers, the most terrifying of all demons; her name was more terrifying than any weapon.
Nowadays, unless you're an unlucky soul forced onto the killing field by the burly man who signed you up, no one dares to step onto that killing stage that's stained with her aura.
The big man shouted until his voice was hoarse, but the audience remained deathly silent.
Guan Xun frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.
She raised her hand, a dark flame flickering in her palm. The crimson light illuminated her blood-stained skirt and the terrified, evasive gazes of the crowd below.
"no one?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling coldness, like an icy blade piercing into everyone's heart.