Chapter 620: The Strongest Bargain Hunter, Ha, the Female Pope!_1

"Roar, roar!"

The Hell Arena was abuzz with people's voices.

The bloody scenes from the previous round didn't inspire fear, but rather, heightened their excitement.

Looking at the severed limbs and remains on the field, they let out a frenzied howling, like bloodthirsty wild beasts.

The second round of the competition began.

Contestants ascended to the stage one after another.

One by one, broad-backed and robust contestants took to the stage, drawing cheers and shouts.

That is, until Luo Yu, the last contestant, stepped up, which drew a chorus of jeers.

"This pretty boy actually has the guts to fight another round?"

"What kind of strength does he have, daring to enter one match after another without a break?"

Someone gulped down a Bloody Mary and shook their head with disdain, laughing, "No way, he can't actually think the arena is easy just because he got lucky and won one match."

All the spectators in the stands looked down on him, believing that if it hadn't been for the nine people who fiercely fought at the outset, this good-looking but otherwise useless youth would have died without a place to hide his body.

A great Han, his hand on his waist and his trousers soaked with blood, walked back from the registration area.

When he noticed that Luo Yu had already taken to the stage, he ground his teeth and let out a sound of regret.

"Damn it!"

"I was planning to register myself to personally slaughter this pretty boy, but he goes off to get beheaded by someone else before he can even face me in the arena?"

"Damn, it's so unsatisfying. Killing him myself would feel completely different," the great Han with his hand on his crotch said, his eyes flashing with venomous resentment.

"Clang!"

The gong that signalled the start of the match rang out, and the audience's attention focused intently on the field, their lips twisting into cruel smiles as they tightly clutched their Bloody Marys.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

At once, the nine contestants launched their attacks, each displaying their dominance.

An array of lethal techniques emerged, with each move aiming straight for the vital parts.

For those participating in the Slaughter Arena, not one was a weakling.

The weaklings clung to life in the outer city, while this was the inner city where it was survival of the fittest. Only those with the means to live were the elites.

"Damn, that kid is just standing there frozen again?"

"What do you mean frozen? He's obviously too scared to fight."

"Is he going to get lucky picking up the leftovers again?"

"Holy shit, why don't the other nine contestants team up to take down the weakest one first?"

Someone nearby sneered immediately.

"Haha, I bet you haven't joined many Slaughter Arena battles. The most important thing to do on the field is to team up to take down the strongest contenders first and then have those of equal strength duke it out in a battle to the death. The weak ones are saved for last because weaklings pose no danger and are easy pickings for anyone," they explained.

Those who had participated in fewer Slaughter Arena matches around them suddenly realized the truth.

If the weaklings fight to the death at the beginning, then it's the strongest who will ultimately benefit.

Teaming up to take out the most threatening powerhouse first is the right way to start a ten-person slaughter match.

Now, it was quite clear, Luo Yu was considered the weakest on the field.

So, he was ignored by everyone like an insignificant ant.

"Tsk, ignored again, huh."

On the stage, Luo Yu stood in place, arms crossed over his chest.

A touch of mockery lingered on his lips.

Watching the other nine battle it out in a frenzied melee, bones shattering and flesh flying.

He was quite content to stand aside.

Not rushing to make a move.

If he showed his formidable strength right away, what if the others were too scared to sign up?

If no one signed up, how would he quickly achieve a hundred victories?

Luo Yu silently shook his head.

People sometimes have to play their parts when necessary.

"Boom!"

With the fall of the eighth contestant into a pool of blood,

The great Han who had butchered him had a fierce look on his face, covered in blood.

A fierce yell rang out across the field.

His body was riddled with wounds, all marked with blood stains, with the red, sticky muscle visible underneath.

Still oozing blood.

But with ferocity skyrocketing, even after revealing eight men, his momentum had climbed to its peak.

The audience rose to their feet, shaking the Bloody Marys in their hands, cheering for him.

Great Han fixed his bloodthirsty red eyes on Luo Yu.

Wicked laughter began to echo.

"Hahaha, boy."

"Compared to the slaughter feast just now, you seem more like a little dessert after a meal."

"Now, Big Daddy is going to eat you up, are you ready?"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Luo Yu neither affirmed nor denied, simply beckoning with his finger.

"Come on."

Great Han, with a devilish smile, said:

"Don't worry, because it's hard to come across someone as weak as you in the Slaughter Arena, so I will treasure this doubly, and definitely not ravage you to death too easily."

"Swoosh!"

A swift shadow swept across the field.

The next instant.

Great Han's throat sported a bloody hole, all words ceased abruptly, staring at Luo Yu in disbelief.

"You... you... kash..."

He clutched his neck, gushing blood, trying to say something, but simply couldn't.

The blood in his eyes faded, vitality dissipated.

He ultimately crashed to the ground.

Landing amid other people's severed limbs and pools of blood.

Now, the only person standing in the arena was Luo Yu.

He retracted his sword finger.

Indifferently watching the corpse of Great Han on the ground.

"Too much talk, made you live a few seconds less."

By the time Luo Yu stepped off the stage.

The spectator stands were utterly silent.

Because they hadn't expected at all that this seemingly frail young man would manage consecutive victories in two matches.

Especially the sudden burst at the end, killing Great Han, was even more unforeseen by them.

"This... could this kid be a big shot?" someone said cautiously.

"Big shot my ass, have you ever seen such a young big shot? It's just a bit of talent, that's all."

"Exactly, since when were big shots so common that any random cat or dog could be one?"

"The kid's move just now did seem unusually strong, though."

"Hahaha, isn't that even better? It's no fun if they're too weak when killing."

Some people had heavy expressions, shaking their heads.

"I was planning to sign up for the fight today, but now it seems today is not a day for battle. I won't make a move until we figure out this kid's background."

"Rough, look how scared you are, you wuss. That kid might look like he's won two in a row, but he's actually just been picking up easy wins. The Great Han that fell last obviously ran out of steam after killing eight men, which is why he was so easily defeated by that kid."

"Let's not underestimate this kid's strength, but there's no need to overestimate it either," a voice of reason analyzed.

Luo Yu, with his extraordinary hearing,

naturally heard the heated arguments among the spectators.

Some said he wasn't up to it, which pleased him.

Because it meant that another bunch of bloodthirsty, brainless idiots would come to throw away their lives.

Just as he returned to the resting area and had hardly sat down, Bi Bidong rushed towards Luo Yu saying, "Brother Yu, the third match is about to begin. I've just signed you up, get ready."

Luo Yu: "???"

He looked at Bi Bidong, speechless.

"Are you trying to work your husband to death?"

Bi Bidong pouted her luscious lips, casting a seductive look at him.

"It's because I have full confidence in your strength. They're just a few shrimps; could they tire out our man?"

"Heh, woman!"

Luo Yu rolled his eyes.

At this moment, an official in the arena began to call his name.

Luo Yu left the waiting area and climbed onto the stage to participate in the third match…