Chapter 616: More than 6 consecutive victories, it really lives up to its reputation!

She was not wearing a mask, and her fox-like eyes were staring at Lu Yu with a complicated emotion.

"Hu Liena?"

Lu Yu stopped and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Hu Liena smiled slightly, stood up and came forward, her voice soft but with a hint of surprise: "Lu Yu, it's really you... I thought you had already..."

She paused, as if recalling something, a complex light flashed in her eyes, “I saw my brother’s attack fall on you that day, and I thought you were dead.

But I always feel that with your ability, you won't die so easily.

I didn’t expect to see you again today.”

When Lu Yu heard this, his eyes darkened slightly and he recalled the battle.

He said calmly, “What happened that day had to happen for some unavoidable reasons.

But why are you here in the Slaughter City? What about Xie Yue? Is he okay? "

Hu Liena sighed softly and walked in front of Lu Yu, close enough that he could smell the faint fragrance on her body: "Brother is in seclusion in the Spirit Hall for training, and his injuries have not yet fully recovered.

I wasn't actually surprised that he lost to you that day.

I saw clearly your strength at that time, and my brother... was definitely no match for you."

She paused, a self-deprecating smile forming on her lips, "I lost this bet."

Lu Yu raised his eyebrows, his tone teasing: "Oh? If you lose the bet, aren't you afraid that I will make some excessive demands?"

When Hu Liena heard this, her cheeks flushed slightly and a hint of shame flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

She raised her head, looked directly into Lu Yu's eyes, and said in a soft but firm voice: "I believe you, Lu Yu.

You are not that kind of person.”

Lu Yu chuckled, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment, then changed the subject: "Come on, Hu Liena, or should I call you... Green Fox? You came to see me, not just to reminisce about the past, right?

I heard you won fifty-eight games in the Slaughter City, you're quite famous."

Hu Liena's eyes flashed with surprise, and then she smiled: "As expected of you, you even know this.

If you had come to the Slaughter City earlier, you would have surpassed me in the number of matches."

She paused, her smile gradually faded, and her tone became serious, "Lu Yu, I came here this time because I really want to ask you for help with something."

Lu Yu raised his eyebrows and motioned for her to continue.

Hu Liena took a deep breath, a look of determination flashing in her eyes: "I want you to help me... kill Zheng Xueying."

"Zheng Xueying?"

Lu Yu was stunned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, "The Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall? You want me to kill her?"

Hu Liena nodded, her tone heavy: "She has been in the Spirit Hall for less than a year, and she has already snatched the position of the Saint.

She made things difficult for my brother and me, even…"

She bit her lip, a flash of anger in her eyes. "Brother had nothing to say because he lost to you, but Zheng Xueying fanned the flames in front of the teacher, causing brother to be severely punished and seriously injured. He was almost...almost on the verge of death."

Lu Yu frowned and said in a deep voice: "The Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall should be quite powerful.

Even if I wanted to help, I might not be able to kill her.

Besides, as an outsider, wouldn't it be a trap for me to go to the Spirit Hall?"

Hu Liena quickly waved her hands and explained, "No, you don't have to go to the Spirit Hall.

Three days later, Zheng Xueying will come to the City of Slaughter.

Her goal was to get first place before me and humiliate me in front of the teacher."

When she said this, hatred flashed in her eyes, "My brother and I have given in many times, but she is getting more and more aggressive, and she wants to kill us all!"

Lu Yu was silent for a moment, his eyes wandering over Hu Liena's face.

Her emotions were very real, with anger mixed with helplessness and even a hint of humiliation.

He could feel her anger, but he also understood that killing a Saint of the Spirit Hall was no small matter.

He said in a deep voice: “Hu Liena, you are not the type to casually hire someone to kill someone.

No matter how hateful Zheng Xueying is, you shouldn't pin your hopes on me.

If I help you kill her today, and a similar person appears tomorrow, what will you do? Will you come to me every time? What if one day I can't handle it?"

When Hu Liena heard this, a trace of loss flashed in her eyes, but she quickly walked up to Lu Yu, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed him on the cheek.

Her voice was so low that it was almost a whisper: "Lu Yu, if you help me kill Zheng Xueying, I...I can belong to you.

I couldn't stand her humiliation, and even more so her persecution of my brother."

Lu Yu was stunned, feeling the remaining warmth on his cheek, and looked at Hu Liena with complicated eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Hu Liena, in this world, good and evil are not absolute.

When a person is pushed to the limit, he will indeed change his original intention.

I can understand your feelings, but I also have my concerns.

Zheng Xueying is the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. If I kill her, it will be equivalent to completely offending the Spirit Hall.

You may have some feelings for me... but not to the point where I would do anything for you."

A hint of sadness flashed across Hu Liena's eyes. She took a step back and nodded slightly: "I understand, Lu Yu.

I won't force you.

However, if you encounter Zheng Xueying in the Slaughter City in the future, do not show mercy."

After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the hall without looking back. Her purple dress cast a long shadow in the candlelight.

Lu Yu stood there, looking at her departing back, his brows furrowed.

Hu Liena's request made him feel a little doubtful.

Who on earth was Zheng Xueying, and how could she have caused Hu Liena to lose her composure like this? He pondered for a moment, then summoned the artificial intelligence: "Help me look up information on the Spirit Hall Saintess Zheng Xueying."

The voice of the artificial intelligence rang out in my mind: "To query the information of the Spirit Hall Saintess Zheng Xueying, it will cost 10,000 soul coins. Are you sure?"

Lu Yu said without hesitation: "Confirmed."

After a moment, the AI's voice sounded again: "Zheng Xueying, thirteen years old, martial arts spirits are the twin martial arts spirits of the Nine-tailed Fox and the Ice and Snow Phoenix, sixty-nine-level powerful attack-type soul emperor.

She is extremely talented and has incredible fighting power. Within a year of joining the Spirit Hall, she overcame all the other heroes and became a Saint."

After hearing this, Lu Yu's pupils shrank slightly, and he murmured, "Thirteen years old, level sixty-nine Soul Emperor? Twin martial souls?"

He took a deep breath, his heart filled with shock.

Such talent is simply monstrous.

No wonder Hu Liena and Xie Yue were dissatisfied. Even if the brother and sister joined forces, they would probably not be her match.

He rubbed his brows and whispered, "This Zheng Xueying is indeed not simple.

Hu Liena, this time... I'm afraid you've gotten yourself into big trouble."

In the hellish killing field, blood and noise were intertwined, the air was filled with the smell of rust, and the shouts from the audience rose and fell like a tide.

Lu Yu and Xiao Wu stood side by side, and the gazes around them were like knives, filled with curiosity, fear and exploration.

He was dressed in black, with a handsome face and a calm expression between his brows, which was in sharp contrast to the cute Xiaowu beside him.

As soon as the two stepped into the killing field, they caused a burst of whispers.

"Hey, you delicate boy, how dare you come to a place like this?"

A rough voice exploded, carrying undisguised sarcasm.

The person who spoke was a burly man with a bare upper body covered with scars. He was holding an iron hammer in his hand and looking at Lu Yu with contempt.

This man's name is Dazhu. He is well-known in the killing field and is quite proud of his record of thirteen consecutive victories.

He looked Lu Yu up and down and sneered, "This kind of place is not suitable for pretty boys like you to stay. I can beat you to death with one punch!"

When Xiao Wu heard this, her pretty face darkened. She was about to speak when Lu Yu gently held her shoulder.

He smiled slightly, his eyes calm but with a hint of sharpness, and said lightly: "One punch? Then you must practice your punches well, otherwise you won't be able to touch the corner of my clothes."

The soul masters around burst into laughter. Dazhu's face turned red and his anger grew. He took a step forward, weighed the hammer in his hand, and was about to speak again when he was grabbed by a thin man next to him.

The man whispered anxiously, "Dazhu, don't be impulsive! This guy is yesterday's number 666. He's won eighteen games in a row. He even defeated Soul Emperor Zhang Zhong!"

"What? Is it him?"

Dazhu's pupils shrank and the hammer in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Although he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes yesterday, Zhang Zhong's name was well-known in the slaughter field. He was a tough guy with thirty consecutive victories, yet he was defeated by this seemingly weak young man in front of him? Dazhu's throat tightened, cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He hurriedly forced an awkward smile, raised his hand and slapped himself hard. "Pa!"

A crisp sound echoed in the venue.

"I'm shortsighted! Brother, I apologize for offending you just now. Please forgive me for my mistakes. Don't hold it against me!"

Dazhu apologized repeatedly, with a hint of panic in his voice.

Seeing this, the surrounding soul masters started talking even louder.

"That number 666 is truly remarkable. Yesterday he won consecutive games, and today he scared Dazhu so much that he slapped himself in the face!"

"I heard that he didn't even use his soul skills, and just relied on his fists and feet to beat Zhang Zhong so hard that he couldn't get up. With this strength, I'm afraid he can compete with Bei Shangyun and Qinghu!"

Lu Yu listened to it, but his face remained calm. He just whispered to Xiao Wu, "These people's mouths are faster than their fists."

Xiao Wu covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled softly, but a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, "Brother Yu, the guys here are more ruthless than each other, you have to be careful."

"rest assured."

Lu Yu patted her hand and glanced at the field. "I still have two games today. Let's see who my opponent is first."

At this moment, the referee on the field shouted loudly: "Next match, Zhou Yunping vs. Kuang Dao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience erupted in cheers.

Lu Yu's eyes fixed, and the two people in the field had already come on stage.

Zhou Yunping, a thin middle-aged man, stood with his arms folded across his chest. His palms were sharp but his steps were a little slow. Opposite him was Kuang Dao, dressed in a black robe and holding a broadsword with a faint bloody glow on the blade, and he looked fierce and aggressive.

"Kuang Dao's weapon has the advantage. Zhou Yunping is likely to suffer a loss."

Lu Yu analyzed in a low voice, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

As soon as the battle began, Kuang Dao displayed amazing explosive power.

He shouted loudly and swung the big knife in his hand suddenly. Without any soul skills to bless him, the pure knife energy swept through like a strong wind, tearing a deep scar on the ground.

Zhou Yunping tried to respond with palm techniques, but he seemed powerless amidst the whistling palm wind. His steps were a little slow, and he was ultimately unable to dodge the domineering knife.

"puff!"

A flash of blood appeared, and Zhou Yunping's body was directly cut in half by the sword. Blood splattered, and the audience in the venue burst into enthusiastic cheers.

Kuang Dao stood with his sword in hand, a ferocious smile on his face, his eyes sweeping around provocatively.

Xiao Wu frowned and whispered, "This crazy knife is so cruel, it's over in one blow."

Lu Yu shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "Zhou Yunping's palm technique is not weak. If his footwork is faster, he may be able to reverse the situation.

Unfortunately, the killing fields never give the weak a chance to turn the tables."

In the next two matches, Lu Yu handled them easily, and with the agility of Jeet Kune Do and the strength of Bajiquan Beng, he defeated his opponents cleanly and neatly.

After the game, he did not leave the field, but chose to stay in the audience and continue to observe the strength of other players.

Xiao Wu sat beside him, holding a piece of cake in her hand, and said while eating: "Brother Yu, you are in good shape today. It seems that this killing field is nothing to you."

"Don't be careless."

Lu Yu's eyes were fixed on the field, "The real opponent has not appeared yet."

At this moment, the referee's voice sounded again, with a bit of excitement: "Next match, Kuang Dao vs. Bei Shangyun!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was excited.

Bei Shangyun, a legendary figure in the killing field, has a terrifying record of more than sixty consecutive victories that makes countless soul masters shudder.

In comparison, although Kuang Dao is fierce, he is obviously inferior.

There was a flurry of discussion in the audience, with someone whispering, "Kuang Dao is probably doomed this time. Bei Shangyun is someone who can even crush a Soul Emperor!"

Inside the arena, Kuang Dao tightly grasped his broadsword, but a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

Bei Shangyun on the opposite side was dressed in blue, with a slender figure and a stern face. He had his hands behind his back and looked calm.

He glanced at Kuang Dao and said calmly, "Go ahead, don't waste time."

Kuang Dao gritted his teeth, growled, and swung the sword in his hand suddenly. The sword energy was like a rainbow, tearing the ground and rushing straight towards Bei Shangyun.

Someone in the audience exclaimed, "This sword energy is even stronger than the one used on Zhou Yunping just now!"

However, Bei Shangyun's body flashed like a ghost, easily avoiding the sword energy, and the next moment he was in front of Kuang Dao.

He raised his right palm lightly, seemingly casually, but it brought up a sharp palm wind and hit Kuang Dao's chest accurately.

"boom!"

Kuang Dao flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily outside the field, blood gushing out of his mouth. He struggled for a few times and then became silent.

There was silence in the venue, and then thunderous cheers broke out.

"So strong! As expected of Bei Shangyun, he defeated Kuang Dao with just one palm!"

"Over sixty consecutive victories, the reputation is well-deserved!"

Lu Yu narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Bei Shangyun's palm method combines both skill and strength, and combined with his cultivation, it is incredibly powerful.

His speed was even more terrifying, and Kuang Dao had no chance to fight back."

Xiao Wu bit her lip and said worriedly, "Brother Yu, Bei Shangyun is so strong. The multiplayer competition in the Hell Trial Field will be even more troublesome. I heard that some teams have more than 30 people. What should we do?"

Lu Yu laughed, a hint of fighting spirit in his eyes, "More than 30 people, so what? My Jeet Kune Do and Bajiquan Beng are just the right thing to test their strength.

Bei Shangyun, Qinghu, I will have to meet these people sooner or later."

Xiao Wu curled her lips and muttered, "You only know how to show off."

Lu Yu rubbed her head and was about to speak when he heard a commotion outside the venue.