Self-struggle starting from Douluo

Chapter 121 Change of Mind
All species are different, so how can we talk about aesthetics?

The King of Killing in front of him is Tang Chen's body and the will of the nine-headed bat. Could a bat have sexual desire for humans, a different species?

Or does sexual desire come from the body? From thoughts that the mind cannot perceive or control?

And Tang Chen is a human, so he shouldn’t have wings, or red hair and eyes, right?

I remember Qinghuan once discussed with Lanyin that a person's "spirit" can control the body to undergo mutations, and this was perfectly demonstrated in the King of Slaughter.

If it weren't for the purple moon shining overhead, Qing Huan would have wanted to dismantle the carnage before her eyes and study it thoroughly.

The King of Slaughter looked at Qing Huan and said, "I am the king here. I can take whatever I want here. What do these women mean to me?"

Qing Huan wanted to ask thoroughly, but considering the moon above her head, she stopped and said, "Of course it is so."

The King of Slaughter stretched out his hands and kneaded the body under his feet, saying, "But now two killing gods have come. I remember her, but I have no impression of you, such a young killing god. Can you give me an answer?"

Qing Huan was silent for a moment, and then said directly: "I am not the God of Killing, I am just simulating it. I didn't expect that even the King of Killing couldn't tell the difference."

The King of Slaughter was stunned: "Aren't you the God of Slaughter?"

Qing Huan nodded and said, "I am here to become a killing god."

The King of Killing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If two killing gods came to his door, he would have to worry about whether the other party was doing something wrong.

Since this young man is not the God of Killing... The King of Killing looked at Bibi Dong and said, "Only after you win all 100 matches and pass the Road to Hell can you become the God of Killing. In the meantime, you must abide by the rules here."

These words were clearly directed at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dongan suppressed his doubts and nodded, "Of course!"

The King of Slaughter immediately lost interest in the conversation and waved his hand, saying, "Then you guys can find a place to stay. You can choose any place you like."

……

After leaving the Slaughter Hall, Bibi Dong couldn't wait to ask: "Qing Huan, you..."

Qinghuan gave him a look.

Bibi Dong understood and brought Qinghuan to the house where she had been staying. The house was right next to the killing arena and only a few steps were needed to enter the killing arena.

After entering the house, Qing Huan raised his hand and pressed it down slightly, an invisible barrier enveloped the house, and then he said, "It's fine now."

Bibi Dong asked in confusion: "Aren't you here to see it for yourself? Besides, the King of Slaughter is no match for us, there's no need to be polite to it."

Qing Huan pointed to the top of his head and said, "There is a god watching here."

Bibi Dong was shocked: "God Shura?"

Qing Huan spread his hands and said helplessly: "I have never seen it. I don't know if it is Shura God or Rakshasa God. Anyway, I can't beat it."

Bibi Dong looked at him speechlessly. Now this guy regarded gods as his opponents?
What should Xueer do?
Qing Huan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. It just so happens that I have created a boxing technique. Not only can I gain practical experience here, but I can also improve my boxing technique."

Bibi Dong sighed and said, "Then you can't get out?"

Qinghuan said "hmm" indifferently.

He could still go out, but this world belonged to the gods, and going in and out under their noses was too provocative.

Besides, it’s impossible for that god to be paying attention to this place all the time, right?
……

Random killing is not allowed in the inner city of the Killing City, but if you want to live in the inner city, only those who participate in the ring competition and survive are eligible.

Otherwise, you can only donate blood and live in the outer city.

Qinghuan strolled leisurely in the inner city. If the outer city was hell, a dead and cold place, then the inner city was a world of luxury and enjoyment.

Of course, this is only for the strong.

You can’t kill people at will in the inner city, but as long as no one dies, anything else is fine!
Qing Huan saw with her own eyes several big men chopping off a man's arm in the street, catching his blood in cups, and then each of them drank a cup and left. The man was still alive, but his breath was barely there and he was not far from death.

Soon after, the law enforcement team came over, dragged him away, and sent him to the ring... He would rather die in the ring.

There were excited laughter, painful cries, and many creepy noises everywhere. Many people were venting their desires in public, and even biting each other, chewing each other's flesh, and sucking each other's blood... It was ugly!

Qing Huan took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the ring.

Intellectually, entering here is everyone's choice, and everyone must be responsible for their own choices. Don't blame others, and don't expect others to save you.

But emotionally, Mencius said: "Everyone has a heart of compassion, a heart of shame and disgust, a heart of respect, and a heart of right and wrong."

He can't stand seeing this.

But beyond reason and emotion, Qinghuan has a kind of enlightenment in his heart that all life between heaven and earth is the same!
Instead of paying attention to these ugly lives, it is better to pay attention to a blade of grass on the roadside... maybe it will be more wonderful than human life?

The killing ring had no partitions, and the outer ring was a circle of stands extending upwards. Below was a huge open field with a diameter of hundreds of square meters.

Qing Huan was stopped, and the gatekeeper said coldly: "To participate in the killing arena, you need a glass of Bloody Mary!"

Qing Huan looked around, selected a person, and said, "Can you give me the cup in your hand?"

The man grinned grimly, and without further ado, he smashed the man's head with a huge hammer in his hand.

"Snapped!"

Without any buffering or recoil, the hammer went from moving at high speed to being still in an instant!

Qinghuan raised his hand, caught the hammer with his palm, and then swung his arm as if to throw away all the force he had endured.

The man decisively handed over the Bloody Mary in his hand.

Even if an ordinary person smashes the ground with a hammer, there will be a rebound force, but he didn't feel anything just now!

The hammer smashed down, and it was as if all the power was gone.

This strange feeling made him realize that the other party was not easy to deal with.

After pouring the Bloody Mary into a huge container, Qinghuan stepped onto the stage at the gatekeeper's signal.

Ten people gathered quickly, most of them rushing towards the man with the broken arm who was dragged over by the law enforcement team.

It is obvious that this man with a broken arm cannot survive. There is a slight difference between a fight between ten people and a fight between nine people in a ring.

From the temperament, the other eight people give people the impression that they are ferocious and fierce. Qinghuan's gentle temperament makes him seem like a sheep falling into a pack of tigers.

The other eight people turned their eyes to him. There was no need for discussion. They had already made up their minds to kill this pretty boy first.

There is a difference between a fight between ten people and a fight between nine people. Naturally, there is also a difference between a fight between nine people and a fight between eight people.

Bibi Dong appeared silently and sat at the outermost edge, with no one around her.

At the top of the Slaughter Hall, the King of Slaughter’s gaze was undisguised.

Qing Huan took a deep breath and raised one hand.

The first one who rushed forward was holding a serrated broadsword, and he swept it across, trying to cut the man in half.

Qing Huan gently pressed down on the blade, his body seemed to be completely weightless, he used the force to flip over and slapped the opponent's chest in mid-air.

"Crack!"

His sternum was broken, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs, then fell down in disbelief.

It was a gentle movement, but it unleashed a huge amount of power.

The turning movement was not fast, but the palm strike made the opponent unable to react in time.

This is the combination of hardness and flexibility, fast and slow!

The killing begins!

(End of this chapter)