Douluo: Soul-Breaking spear

Chapter 109: A Hundred Wins in the Hell Slaughter Arena

Since entering Slaughter City, Yang Potian had abandoned meditating to cultivate his spirit power. The chaos of Slaughter City made it impossible to find peace, forcing him to stay alert at all times to guard against constant ambushes. Now, with seventy-four victories, he held the record for the most wins in all of Slaughter City.

Many tried to pledge loyalty to Yang Potian—some even offering beauty and companionship—but his only answer was the deadly tip of his spear. In Slaughter City, Yang Potian dared not trust anyone. Instead, he killed those who tried to get close, minimizing potential threats.

Yang Potian dedicated his time to refining his spear techniques and honing his killing intent. The air of Slaughter City was laced with not only toxins but a unique energy—divine power from the God of Asura himself. Douluo Continent was home to four places where divine inheritances were hidden: Sea God Island, Angel Temple, Rakshasa's Domain, and Slaughter City. Each of these inheritance sites held unique attributes.

On Sea God Island, divine power from the Sea God strengthened spirit power, especially through the Sea God's Light. Slaughter City had its own power-infused atmosphere, not enhancing spirit power but bolstering the killing intent embedded in attack-oriented spirit abilities. After a year of cultivating within this city, Yang Potian's Soul-Breaking Spear began to take on a new look; originally a deep black, its shaft now showed streaks of blood-red, as if it had absorbed the very essence of slaughter permeating the city.

According to the lore, a spirit master's weapon spirit possessed a soul of its own. Yang Potian could now sense his Soul-Breaking Spear's transformation—its ferocity, bloodlust, and resistance to his control grew day by day. In this year alone, Yang Potian had slain thousands. He couldn't remember the exact number, but he knew he had taken over two thousand lives, once killing more than a hundred people in a single day during his seventy-four arena matches.

Each kill fueled the murderous aura within him, and his Soul-Breaking Spear continued to absorb this energy.

This deadly regimen inspired Yang Potian to develop his own techniques based on his spirit abilities and previous spear training. He called it the "Nine Styles of the Soul-Breaker."

The First Style was modeled after his second spirit skill, Instant Strike. It allowed him to instantly appear in front of his enemy and deliver a lethal blow, making it nearly impossible to defend against. Comparable to the Thunder God technique, it granted him teleportation-like speed.

The Second Style drew on his fifth spirit skill and his daily spear practice. Named The Dragon's Strike, it channeled his killing intent into the Soul-Breaking Spear for a fierce, all-out assault embodying both dragon and tiger might.

The Third Style, not yet fully developed, was named One Thousand Blades. This technique condensed his killing aura into countless spear lights, each aimed to pierce through the enemy. According to Yang Potian's calculations, this style would grow stronger as he advanced, and at the level of a Titled Douluo, it could rival the ninth spirit skills of others.

The remaining six techniques were still in concept, to be developed later.

In the following months, Yang Potian continued to compete in the Hell Slaughter Arena, but the challenges escalated. Opponents knew of his ruthlessness and strength, so in each match, the other nine contestants would charge at him in a frenzy, seeing it as their only chance for survival.

After another eight months, Yang Potian completed twenty-five additional matches. Each match took longer and presented more danger. By the time he achieved his ninety-ninth victory, the killing aura within him was nearly tangible, and his Soul-Breaking Spear had turned blood-red, a weapon of pure bloodlust.

At this point, in the King of Slaughter's chamber, the King was surrounded by his enforcers, including two formidable Titled Douluo—ones capable of using spirit skills within Slaughter City.

One enforcer said, "Great King of Slaughter, the God of Slaughter has reached ninety-nine victories. If he continues at his current pace, he'll likely face his hundredth match within two weeks. Should we consider recruiting him?"

The King of Slaughter looked unfazed. "Do you believe he has the strength to claim a hundred wins? And does he have the power to survive the Hell Path?"

The enforcer hesitated before responding, "Based on his record and his demonstrated ability, there's no question he'll achieve a hundred wins. His ruthlessness, killing intent, and iron will suggest he could very well succeed on the Hell Path."

After a moment, the King of Slaughter said, "By Slaughter City's code, we're forbidden from attacking anyone with fifty victories or more. Leave him be."

Another enforcer spoke up urgently, "My King, every time a God of Slaughter has emerged, Slaughter City has suffered greatly. The prophecy etched on our Wall of Fates warns, 'A God of Slaughter will bring catastrophe to hell.' In the past, each God of Slaughter left us with terrible losses. If he truly—"

The King cut him off, his tone cold. "I'm aware. But this God of Slaughter is unlike previous challengers. He's from the Po Clan and is skilled in poisons. He carries a toxin capable of annihilating all of Slaughter City."

A thoughtful silence filled the chamber before the King continued, "For his final match, select the most powerful warriors in Slaughter City to face him. Give him an unforgettable challenge."

The enforcer quickly understood the King's meaning. "Understood, my King. We'll assemble the strongest warriors to ensure that the God of Slaughter's hundredth trial is… memorable."

After completing his ninety-ninth trial, Yang Potian took a month-long break, feeling as though the killing intent within him was ready to explode at any moment. His Soul-Breaking Spear, now entirely blood-red, seemed to pulse with a life of its own. He had a sense that, if he completed his final trial, the spear might truly transform into a weapon of pure bloodlust.

Over the nearly two years he'd spent in Slaughter City, much of Yang Potian's murderous energy had fused into his Soul-Breaking Spear, which was one reason he could still maintain some control and clarity.

Finally, steeling himself, Yang Potian gripped the crimson spear and stepped into the Hell Slaughter Arena for the hundredth and final time.

This milestone match drew the utmost attention. Even the rarely-seen King of Slaughter himself attended, surrounded by several enforcers. The arena was packed, with the crowd roaring, "King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter!"

Yang Potian surveyed his nine opponents, all of whom appeared far more formidable than any he'd faced before. Their positioning hinted at a coordinated formation designed to counter him directly.

Ignoring the growing intensity in the arena, Yang Potian stood tall, showing no regard for the assembled foes.

At the signal, the battle began.

The nine opponents moved in unison, attacking in a practiced formation meant to encircle him, each working seamlessly with the others. Yang Potian let out a low, cold laugh and used his first spear technique, Instant Strike. He vanished from their encirclement, and before they realized he had moved, he was outside their formation, his blood-stained spear dripping from a recent blow.

One of the nine had fallen, a hole gaping in his chest, his face twisted in terror as his life slipped away.

The leader of the group, a man clad in heavy armor, shouted, "Attack together! He's only one, and we're still eight—we can take him down!"

Raising his weapon, the leader charged at Yang Potian, his armor clanking as he moved, clearly confident in its ability to protect him.

Yang Potian sneered, channeling his killing intent into the Soul-Breaking Spear. Clasping the spear in both hands, he unleashed the second technique of his Soul-Breaking Nine Styles: Dragon Spear Strike.

The murderous energy surged through his spear like a raging dragon, hurtling toward the armored leader. The man swung his weapon to counter it, but the impact was catastrophic. A deafening blast echoed through the arena as he was instantly obliterated, his body bursting into a cloud of blood and flesh, fragments spraying onto the horrified onlookers.

The audience was stunned. The rest of the eight fighters were paralyzed, realizing that this opponent was far beyond anything they could handle.

Yang Potian wasted no time contemplating their fear. With deadly precision, he swept his Soul-Breaking Spear through the remaining combatants, the weapon behaving like a bloodthirsty beast that craved human lives.

In mere minutes, the nine challengers lay dead, each killed with a single, devastating blow.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy, the arena trembling with their roars. The cries grew louder and louder as everyone chanted and shouted:

"God of Slaughter! God of Slaughter!"

They had all witnessed the birth of a new God of Slaughter.

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