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To be honest, with such complete preparations, Qi Ling felt like the blue fat man in a certain world who also had infinite pockets, except for tying a bell around his neck.

After temporarily deciding on a place to stay, the three began to discuss what to do next. Qian Renxue planned to investigate the Never-Sleeping City in the city now, at least to find evidence that they were here, otherwise all the efforts would be in vain.

Jianlan planned to hone her state of mind here. The swordsmanship she practiced did not require the murderous aura here, but this murderous environment was a great place for her to practice.

As for Qi Ling, he planned to go to the Hell Killing Field first to see what the duel was like in this place. By the way, if he was in a good mood, he might also participate in one.

The plan was set, and the three began to act separately. After Qi Ling came out, he walked directly to the Hell Killing Field.

Not far away, Qi Ling quickly found the destination, which was an irregular cone-shaped building, getting thinner from bottom to top, with an overall height of about fifty meters.

The scale of this hell killing field is indeed not small, only slightly smaller than the big fighting spirit field in Tiandou City. Although the black building gives people a feeling of depression, Qi Ling can feel the bloody and evil spirit coming from it from a distance. It is the momentum that can only be accumulated by at least millions of lives.

"This is really an uncomfortable place." Qi Ling looked up at the building and thought to himself: "If there is a chance, let's blow it up."

There are endless people coming in and out of the hell killing field, and everyone looks excited. After all, this can be regarded as the only entertainment project here.

Just when Qi Ling was about to go in, he was stopped by a guard. He looked at Qi Ling, who was clean and had little murderous aura on him, and said disdainfully: "Huh, where did you come from, bumpkin? Why are you rushing in? Are you new here and don't know the rules?"

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Qi Ling said: "Well, I am really new here. If I want to enter here, are there any rules?"

"Hehe, if you want to enter here, there are only two choices, one is to be a spectator, and the other is to compete!" The guard laughed and said: "People who compete, you have to fight! People who watch the game, you have to fight!"

"If you want to watch the game, hand in a glass of Bloody Mary, whether it's yours or someone else's!"

Qi Ling had no choice. After all, it was his first day here. He couldn't just rush in. He had to think of a way to get a glass of Bloody Mary to enter.

At this moment, a familiar figure of Qi Ling came in from outside with a cup of scarlet liquid in his hand, cursing, and seemed to be going to watch the game.

Qi Ling looked at this person and laughed immediately. This was really easy to get! So he immediately stepped forward and said, "Hey! Durres, lend me the thing in your hand!"

Durres was unlucky today. Not only was his house robbed, but the woman who had been with him for several months also took the opportunity to escape, which made him angry.

So he tried to get a Bloody Mary and was about to go in to watch the game to relieve his anger, but was stopped by Qi Ling at this time.

"Damn it, where did this kid come from? He dared to call you Uncle Durres by your name..." Durres was angry and wanted to make trouble, but he saw Qi Ling's face in an instant, and the rest of the words were immediately swallowed by him.

"Well, give it to me." Qi Ling stretched out his hand and gestured to Durres with his chin to hand over the Bloody Mary in his hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, okay, take it, take it!" Durres hurriedly handed the Bloody Mary in his hand to Qi Ling with a smile on his face, not daring to neglect it for a moment.

As a person with weak strength, Durres was able to survive for so long because of his own observation of words and expressions. He knew very well who to provoke and who not to provoke.

And Qi Ling in front of him was one of the people who must not be provoked.

"Well, you are sensible, I will protect you in the future!" Qi Ling said, and returned to the guard and obtained the qualification to enter.

The interior of the hell killing field is even simpler than the outside, with black blood stains everywhere, which is completely unlike what a regular place should look like.

There is no isolation here. The outer periphery is a circle of stands extending upwards, and below is a huge open space with a diameter of hundreds of meters, which is obviously prepared for the contestants.

Qi Ling glanced at the surrounding audience seats, and then slowly walked to the best position, but there were still several fierce men sitting there. Judging from the murderous aura on them, they should also be the contestants here.

Afterwards, Qi Ling found a relatively clean place and sat down. He came here today just to watch the game and had no intention of causing trouble.

However, just because he didn't cause trouble didn't mean that others didn't intend to provoke him. When several men saw that Qi Ling's murderous aura was so thin, they immediately thought that a soft persimmon had come. If they didn't pinch him, it would be a waste of talent.

"Hey! Boy, don't you have eyes? Is this where you can sit?" A bald man said, and came up and grabbed Qi Ling's shoulder, "Come on, boy, follow me outside, I'll let you know what the rules are."

Qi Ling glanced at the hand holding his shoulder lightly, and said helplessly: "Alas, isn't it good to be alive? Why do you have to seek death?"

"What did you say?" The man was wondering what Qi Ling meant, but at this moment, a cluster of black flames suddenly appeared on his hand and wrapped around his hand.

"What is this!" The bald man shouted, trying to put out the injured black flame, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.

And not only that, the black flames showed no signs of extinguishing, but began to spread to his arm, as if using his flesh and blood as fuel.

"Choose, sacrifice an arm or sacrifice a life?" Qi Ling said lightly, "If you don't hurry up, it will be too late!"

The man listened to Qi Ling's words, watching the black flames spread to his body, gritted his teeth, pulled out his companion's knife, and cut off his arm.

The arm that fell to the ground quickly turned into ashes under the burning of the black flames, without even a trace of its existence.

Although he lost an arm, the bald man did not dare to trouble Qi Ling at all, because people's greatest fear is not how powerful the opponent is, but the unknown.

As for Qi Ling's black flame, they had no idea what it was, so naturally they didn't have the courage to fight Qi Ling. They could only blame themselves for their bad luck after suffering such a big loss.

"By the way, since you have already stood up, don't sit down." Qi Ling said at this time, "You are too ugly, even my mood has been affected, get out of my sight quickly."