Douluo Dalu - Volume 01-48

by Tang Jia San Shao

  Tang Hao found a place to sit with his son in the corner. A waiter in black clothes and apathetic expression walked over.

  “What do you want?”

  Tang Hao coldly said:

  “Give me two Bloody Mary.”

  The waiter’s face changed slightly,

  “You sure?”

  Swept with Tang Hao’s ice cold gaze, he didn’t dare say anything else, turned his head and left.

  After a moment, two cups of muddy liquid were carried over. The liquid seemed dark red, distributing a strong stink, as if the nose was assaulted by blood.

  Tang San frowned, but Tang Hao raised a cup and emptied it in one gulp. Raising his head to look at his son,

  “Drink it.”

  Tang San hesitated a moment, slowly raising the cup,

  “Dad, what is this?”

  Tang Hao shot him a glance, repeating:

  “Drink it.”

  Tang San drew a deep breath, suddenly closing his eyes, pouring the liquid in the cup into his stomach in one mouthful.

  The liquid was somewhat salty, and moreover a bit acrid. A strong taste of blood suddenly pervaded Tang San’s sense of taste and smell.

  Tang Hao looked at him, calmly saying:

  “This is a cup of human blood.”

  “What?”

  Tang San’s face instantly turned pale. The next moment, he couldn’t help leaning his head over to the side, throwing up.

  The violent vomiting broke the calm within the tavern, and also attracted the eyes of all the people there. Roaring laughter rose.

  “Where did this chick come from? Fuck off back home. This isn’t a place you should be.”

  “Can’t even enjoy a cup of Bloody Mary, and still wants to gain the qualifications to enter?”

  “Haha, go back home and suck your mommy’s tits.”

  All kinds of vile voices filled the tavern. The restrained emotions of those customers seemed to have found an outlet, and struck Tang San without restraint.

  Emptying everything in his stomach still couldn’t completely get rid of the taste of blood, and Tang San almost spit out even his gall.

  As Tang San raised his head to look at his father, Tang Hao raised his hand, pointing at those jeering people,

  “Kill them.”

  The jeering voices screeched to a stop, each person looking at Tang Hao with suddenly monstrous gazes.

  Tang San hadn’t thought that his father would give him this requirement either, and inwardly he was immediately somewhat hesitant.

  Tang Hao spoke in a low voice:

  “Didn’t you say you wanted to take my place to finish my business? Then, do as I say.”

  Drawing a deep breath, constraining the nauseous feeling, Tang San slowly stood.

  Tang Hao’s voice came from behind him,

  “Kindness to the enemy, is cruelty to yourself. None of the people capable of leaving this place have walked a road without death. Including you, including me. Kill them, leave none alive.”

  Before Tang San could move, a big man nearby had already stood suddenly,

  “I’ll kill you first.”

  A horn handled dagger thrust out in a tricky angle, straight at Tang San’s heart. This person was clearly very experienced, and he aimed the dagger just where it could pierce the cracks between Tang San’s ribs.

  Slaughter intent, was this his father cultivating his slaughter intent? Tang San moved. He had never been a charitable person; kindness to the enemy, was cruelty to oneself.

  His left hand stretching out like lightning, catching the dagger with a keng sound. The dagger wielding big man only felt as if his dagger was stuck in solid rock, unable to advance, unable to withdraw.

  Tang San took a step with his right foot, his gaze already cold, his mouth still flooded with that taste of blood, an ice cold chill emanated from his eyes.

  Peng—— Tang San’s shoulder struck the big man’s chest, and a layer of white light abruptly emanated from Tang San’s body. That wasn’t in order to attack, but to shield him from the blood spraying from the big man’s mouth.

  That tall and sturdy man was directly sent flying from the strike, his entire chest caving in, the sounds of bones snapping spreading throughout every corner of the tavern, making people’s teeth ache.

  Tang San had moved, his movement concise and forceful.

  Sparkling and translucent Blue Silver Grass flew out in all directions, frantically spreading.

  By now he already clearly saw that there were twenty three people in the tavern besides him, his father, and the waiter. He had killed one, twenty two still remained.

  Among those twenty two people, five swiftly released their spirits, the remaining seventeen without the slightest hesitation pulling out their weapons. Unexpectedly, none ran away.

  “This is a test, a test for us from Slaughter City[1]. Kill him, and we’ll be able to enter Slaughter City.”

  Nobody knew who shouted, but everyone’s eyes turned red, charging at Tang San as if crazy.

  Twenty two people, only five were Spirit Masters, and the strongest one had no more than four spirit rings.

  A blue aura fluctuated and rose, and along with that instantly spreading Blue Silver Grass, five spirit rings quietly rose from below Tang San.

  Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black. Five terrifying spirit rings quietly appeared.

  Part 2 (TL by Bagelson)

  The light of the fourth spirit ring abruptly flared. The next instant, the entire tavern was already filled with a layer of sparkling and translucent blue.

  Strand after strand of bulky Blue Silver Grass protruded from underground, solid awl-shapes piercing one body after another.

  Blue Silver Emperor’s fourth variant spirit ability, Blue Silver Thrust, launched.

  Everything seemed to stop. Even that Spirit Ancestor couldn’t escape the fate of being skewered. Not a single body could obstruct that Blue Silver Grass that was as sharp as the Eight Spider Lances after evolving. One after another, the lifeless corpses were pushed up. They were completely skewered, the breath of life swiftly passing.

  “You shouldn’t insult my mom.”

  The blue at the corner of Tang San’s eyes abruptly grew stronger. As he turned around, once again sitting across from his father, his spirit rings and the Blue Silver Grass disappeared simultaneously.

  Putong, putong, putong…… Corpse after corpse fell to the ground, blood dying the floor of the tavern red. But right now Tang San’s expression was very calm, calm enough to astonish Tang Hao.

  Nodding, Tang Hao calmly said:

  “It seems I still underestimated you. Remember, entering Slaughter City, you can only rely on yourself. I won’t be by your side, much less protecting you. There are no friends or companions there, only enemies. Kill everyone that can threaten you. Obtain the championship in the Hell Slaughter Arena, I will naturally receive you.”

  The waiter in the tavern didn’t lose his head because of a couple dozen people getting killed. He was as calm as Tang San, apparently long since used to the sight.

  He naturally also heard Tang Hao talking to Tang San, only his face grew even more disdainful.

  “Want to enter Slaughter City by killing a few people? He still isn’t qualified.”

  The waiter coldly said,

  “Can’t even take a cup of Bloody Mary, how could he enter? Eh……”

  Ceng—— Spear sharp Blue Silver Grass shot out of his chest. Tang San didn’t turn around to look, only calmly said:

  “Am I qualified now?”

  The waiter clearly couldn’t answer. He had never expected Tang San to actually act against him too, and his eyes gradually grew larger. The Blue Silver Grass swayed gently, and the corpse was flung aside. Blood pooled, mixing with that of the previous corpses.

  “You adapt very quickly.”

  Tang Hao looked at Tang San.

  Tang San looked at his father,

  “Because I have to. Because you said that each person her
e, including you and me, all walk the road of death. I believe you. Slaughter City, yes? This is the place where I must train. Dad. I will succeed.”

  What he didn’t say was that, in order to protect his family, lover and companions, in order to realize his own hope of survival, he wouldn’t shrink back.

  Tang San was an astute person on his own, and after obtaining the wisdom skull, his brain had become even sharper. When throwing up, he had already understood that he could only choose to slaughter in this world of slaughter his father had brought him to. Otherwise he would be killed. That time of vomiting was the only weakness he would allow himself. He wouldn’t be weak a second time.

  Finished speaking, Tang San stood and walked over to the tavern counter with large strides, not caring about the two additional stunned waiters behind it. Raising his hand, one palm heavily swatted the counter.

  With a loud explosion, the counter turned into splinters flying in all directions, revealing the ground.

  The two waiters looked on stupidly. Tang San’s blue light had already vanished by now, and in his left hand, that black little hammer had appeared at some point.

  “The entrance to Slaughter City, should be here.”

  Twisting, calves generating force, the pitch black little hammer turned into a black streak of light, heavily striking the floor.

  Tang San’s spiritual force had long since probed a difference here. There was an empty space beneath this counter. It was definitely impossible for this little town to be Slaughter City. An entrance was the most rational explanation. He wouldn’t go look for some mechanism. In a different place, he’d need to use a different method.

  With a loud explosion, an enormous hole was revealed in the ground. A gloomy and cold wind brushed out of the cave. Tang San turned his head to look to where his father sat before, but discovered that Tang Hao had already disappeared. Without hesitation, he leapt down, directly into the pitch dark ground. His body was instantly swallowed up by the darkness, without a trace.

  Entering the darkness, Tang San only fell several meters before he had his feet firmly planted on the ground. He didn’t need any light, his Purple Demon Eye could clearly see everything in the darkness.

  This was a large tunnel, sloping downwards. A gloomy and cold air constantly caressed Tang San, but he still advanced with large strides.

  When Tang San had walked one thousand four hundred sixty two steps, an ice cold voice suddenly came from all around,

  “Welcome to Slaughter City. This is the capital of Hell, a world brimming with slaughter. Here, you can obtain everything you want, at the price of your life.”

  He released his spiritual force, but Tang San immediately sensed that the material of this passage was extremely unusual, his spiritual force unexpectedly unable to penetrate it. Face changing slightly, Tang San’s expression became a bit frozen, but his pace didn’t slow. In the darkness, his Blue Silver Grass stretched out to explore first, with him behind.

  Tang Hao said that killing intent was equal to bravery in some sense. But bravery didn’t med impetuousness. Tang San seemed to advance boldly, but he never lacked caution.

  Turning a corner, a vague light came from up ahead. Tang San squinted, operating Purple Demon Eye, and the illumination in front immediately grew before his eyes. That was an open door. On the other side of the door, were signs of life.

  Advancing with big strides, Tang San vaguely heard noise. As he walked out of the passage, in front of him appeared one hundred and one men.

  Completely covered in black armor, even their faces hidden behind helmets. One hundred of them carried heavy swords, and only one sat on a tall war horse, his horse also covered with thick black armor.

  “You’ve broken the rules.”

  The deep voice sounded extremely cold, as if not from a human mouth. The speaker was the mounted black armored knight.

  Tang San didn’t look at him, but rather shifted his gaze behind him. What he saw was a black city. The solid black walls were extremely thick, that was unexpectedly truly a city. And in the air above the city, a purple moon was unexpectedly suspended. The moon hung very low, seemingly only five hundred meters distance from the ground. Looking further up, everything was black, as if a night sky.

  “What should be done if I broke the rules?”

  Tang San asked indifferently.

  The black armored knight’s voice was still cold, without a trace of human aura,

  “Then you must accept the penalty. Defeat me, and you will possess the right to enter Slaughter City.”

  “Not kill you?”

  Tang San asked calmly.

  The black armored knight slowly raised the lance in his hand, and the black armored warriors on either side of Tang San slowly withdrew, leaving a spacious arena.

  “I am dread knight Scott.”

  The war horse abruptly accelerated, the black armored knight charging at Tang San with a bitter aura.

  An ice cold aura filled the air, a cold murderous spirit pouncing ahead. Compared to Tang Hao’s tremendous killing intent, even though the killing intent this black knight emitted was a lot smaller, it still had a sharpness.

  Internal strength congregating, Tang San suddenly discovered that his spirit rings unexpectedly didn’t appear along with his Blue Silver Grass. As if all spirit abilities had already lost their effect at this moment.

  Without a trace of panic, Tang San shifted and withdrew Blue Silver Grass. In his left hand only a Clear Sky Hammer appeared. At this moment, he finally understood why his father once had him cultivate with his spirit power sealed. This Slaughter City unexpectedly had special rules. Here, all spirit abilities were ineffective. Even Spirit Master could only use the most basic strength. The spirit’s most basic form.

  The spirit abilities were gone, but there was still spirit power, as well as Mysterious Heaven Skill. Twisting, the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San’s hand exploded out. Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method, first swing. What he met, was the impulse of that war horse mounted heavy armored dread knight.

  Hong——

  The warhorse cried out, the immense impulse screeching to a halt. A more than four meter long heavy knight’s lance split the air, flying far into the distance.

  Dread knight Scott was no longer on his horse. Just like his lance, he was already sent flying. And that warhorse, stopped by Tang San’s right hand, the immense impulse halted, and under the enormous forces, the warhorse flipped sideways, twitching violently. Its neck had already snapped in two by the forceful collision.

  The burst strength the five hundred jin heavy Clear Sky Hammer could generate with one swing from Tang San, was something only Tang Hao understood best.

  With two years of forging under the waterfall, Tang San’s body had long since become a weapon. Even though the impulse was tremendous, it was still basically unable to influence him.

  Dread knight scott slowly crawled from the ground. The armor on the right hand that previously held his lance had already ruptured and flown off, the same even went for the armor on his entire right arm. Equally ruptured was still the muscles and bones of his arm.

  Tang San frowned. According to his initial estimate of the opponent, this one swing should have been able to take his life. But this dread knight’s strength was even a bit more than he had expected, leaving his life behind.

  Advancing step by step, Tang San raised his head to look at that purple moon, thinking to himself: ‘Slaughter City where spirit abilities can’t be used. I’m here.’

  Part 3 (TL by Bagelson)

  “Ha-, halt.”

  Scott shouted, trying to show a strong front.

  Tang San looked at him coldly. Right now, Scott’s helmet had already fallen off, revealing the face of a vicious middle aged man. He saw the expression in Tang San’s eyes, and was already alarmed. Clearly, he hadn’t imagined how this kid’s strength would be so terrifying. Wasn’t he a Spirit Master?

  “Obstruct me again, and I don’t care if I have to kill eve
ry one of you.”

  Tang San said coldly.

  “No, not obstructing you. You’ve already passed my test. You have the qualifications to enter Slaughter City.”

  The dread knight spoke with some difficulty. What he least understood was, when ordinary Spirit Masters came here they would panic when they couldn’t use spirit abilities, but this youth in front of him didn’t seem to reveal a trace of influence from it.

  He handed over a black tile in front of Tang San, and Tang San off-handedly took it. On the tile was carved a human skull, and below was a number. 9528.

  “This is your Slaughter City ID. Please enter the city, someone will receive you at the gate.”

  Holding the tile, Tang San advanced with large strides, without giving the dread knight a glance.

  Gazing at Tang San’s gradually distancing back, Scott drew the saber at his waist. Swinging it fiercely he cut off his own already completely ruined right arm. Scarlet blood soaked the black soil, the stench of blood filling the air.

  ……

  The pitch black city gates gave people a kind of extremely oppressive feeling. Tall words were hung on the enormous city gates, Slaughter City.

  Two black armored warriors stood silently in front of the gates. Before Tang San could reveal the token in his hand, a woman with a black muslin mask stepped out to greet him.

  “Welcome to Slaughter City.”

  The woman’s voice was very pleasant. Stepping aside from in front of Tang San, she made an inviting gesture.

  Even though this underground city made Tang San extremely astonished, especially the restrictions on spirit abilities, he maintained a calmly accepting attitude, following that woman through the gates. Perhaps it was because of the identification badge in his hand, but nobody stopped him.

  Entering the city, what Tang San saw was a blue purple world. Lanterns were hung on both sides of the street, all of them issuing only these two colors of light. Making him somewhat astonished was that there were no few people here, and nobody paid attention to an outsider like him. Besides everything appearing that dim, what he saw was unexpectedly no different from an ordinary city.