The Road To Play From Douluo

Lota's cold voice rang in the ears of the exiles. They thought that their first wave of attacks would be enough to kill Lota, but they never expected that it didn't even penetrate the armor.

This is something that the exiles have never thought about. It is simply incredible that someone can take their attack without any defense.

You must know that they are all soul saint-level existences. How could six people working together not be able to deal with a young boy?

Luo Ta didn't care what these exiles were thinking. He slowly raised his fist, as if he was startled. No one could see Luo Ta's attack trajectory clearly, and the attack was over.

Lotta retracted his fist, looked at the six exiles in front of him calmly, and said with a chuckle: "Guys, please go away without sending them away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic fist wind swept through the entire soul fighting arena, not only the six exiles in front of Luota, but also a large group of exiles behind him.

The fierce fisting wind was raging in the spirit fighting arena. The moment they came into contact with the fisting wind, all the bodies of the exiles were torn apart.

It is not an easy task to resist Luo Ta's punch. These rotten fish and shrimps present are not the enemies of Luo Ta's punch at all.

With just one move, the formation of the exiles was torn apart. The fighting spirit field was filled with bloody air, and not even the bones of the exiles affected by the fist storm could be left behind.

Just such a flat ace almost reduced the number of Exiles by one-fifth, to nearly a hundred members.

"This is boxing, have you learned it?" Lotta narrowed his eyes and said playfully to the large group of exiles in front of him.

Although Lotta was smiling, and his smile was very gentle, in the eyes of the exiles at this moment, Lotta was a terrifying devil in human skin.

Even though they had been struggling in the killing city for so many years, they were still shocked by Lota.

Compared to their petty fights, Lotta is truly cold-blooded! Killing so many people's lives without any discomfort, this is the real cruel person!

Rota didn't think much about it. Since this is a city of killing, don't do anything contrary to killing. Here, excess emotion will only get in the way.

Although Tang San saved Hu Liena in the original story line, it was all a coincidence. This kind of situation is always in the minority, and everyone in the killing city needs to be more cautious.

In this regard,

When facing his opponent, Lotta had no sympathy at all. Now that you have entered this murderous city, you must be mentally prepared to kill and be killed.

The hand shown by Lotta really shocked the exiles. Facing a monster-like opponent like Lotta, there was no way to survive.

The highest level among them is just Contra, but what's the use? There were also some Contras among the people who had just been killed.

The exiles were faced with a big question: whether to give it a try or give up fighting the soul. The final results of these two choices were not much different.

Gritting their teeth, the exiles made the final decision. Even if they were not strong enough, they would fight Rota to the end. Now that I have entered this spirit fighting arena, I must die gloriously in the spirit fighting arena at the last moment.

The exiles who had experienced the ideological struggle inspired themselves and burst out their soul power to rush towards Rota. This time they didn't think about the convenience or inconvenience of attacking, they just attacked them all at once.

Lotta snorted coldly. This was not a fair duel in itself. Even if there were several times more people, the final result would be the same. This was without Rota using Overlord Color Haki. If he had used Overlord Color Haki from the beginning, the battle might have ended long ago.

But in the end, Lotta was very optimistic about the courage of these exiles, and he also planned to give them a decent ending.

The overbearing color and domineering aura that shocked them seemed to be too much for them, so it was better to send them on their way with fists.

Lotta also put aside his thoughts and threw himself into the battle. One second, the exiles swarmed up and surrounded Rota, and the next second, they were crushed by Rota's fist containing endless power.

Looking at the exile rushing towards him, Lotta raised his fist and punched the ground, and a violent shock wave immediately erupted.

The exiles had no time to resist, and were all knocked into the air. It seemed that the damage was not great, but in fact it was not. The moment they came into contact with the shock wave, the internal organs of these exiles were shattered, and what flew into the sky were nothing more than some corpses.

Rota's attack was far from over. It was followed by a swinging fist. The horizontal and cold wind swept towards the exiles. The wind passed by, leaving only blood on the ground.

The contestants in the audience were completely dumbfounded. They did not expect that this spirit battle would be like this. This can no longer be called a fair duel, it can only be called a unilateral killing.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this arrangement was not a normal pattern from the beginning. Killing is not surprising at all in the midst of killing, on the contrary it is an extremely normal thing.

The ground of the spirit fighting arena has long been dyed red with blood, and a lot of blood has solidified on the ground, as if it was covered with a bloody carpet.

There was only the last exile left on the field. His eyes were frightened and his pupils were dilated, as if he had lost his mind.

Having just experienced that purgatory-like scene, this behavior should be the most normal.

The winner of this trial is already Lota. Whether or not he kills this last person actually doesn't matter much, but the rule just set by the King of Slaughter is that they must all be killed.

Lotta slowly came to the last exile, casually broke his neck, and helped him free himself.

Lotta knew the purpose of the King of Killing from the beginning of the trial. The King of Killing planned to use Lota's hand to clean up these exiles and turn them into the power of the Killing City.

Even if Lota didn't take action, they would still be dead.

At this point, this soul fighting trial is officially over, and the final winner is Lotta.

In the center of the arena, a group of bloody bats gathered into a tall figure, at least two meters tall. You don’t need to think too much to know that this is the arrival of the King of Slaughter.

The King of Slaughter appeared and stretched out the bloody bat wings on his back, fully demonstrating his powerful courage.

"You are really good, you have completed such a crazy test. You have fully proved that you are qualified to talk to me. Now there are two roads in front of you. First, embark on the road to hell and complete the final test. Refining. Second, you can choose to return to the mainland, and I will give you soul skills with killing power, and..."

"Stop, I'm sorry, King of Slaughter, I have no interest in what you are talking about."

The Slaughter King's face instantly became unhappy. For many years, no one had dared to talk to him like this.

For Lotta, the King of Slaughter planned to give him some special treatment. After all, he was also the first person to complete the crazy trial.

With his one-round strength, Rota is qualified to give him good words.

Although Lota's words made the King of Slaughter a little dissatisfied, the King of Slaughter did not fall out with Lota because of this. After all, as the King of Slaughter, one must have this kind of tolerance.

"Oh? Since you are not interested in these, why come to the Killing City?"