Chapter 6

In the inner walls of Slaughter City, Fan Su, one of the best fallen in terms of sharpness and speed, found himself dangling from his legs attached with spider webs while being half unconscious.

He still remember how he ended up this way, the moment he propelled himself toward her, she simply dodged while hitting him with a spider web, he dodged the first one, and tried to push for a hit.

He was wrong after the first one they were ten all around the place. He gave up his defense for a hit, but she was faster than him and stronger as well.

He received a well placed punch in the temple, and from then on, things were fuzzy.

All he could say was that the fight had barely taken 10 seconds before he was down.

Fan Su's heart raced as he dangled helplessly from the spider webs, his mind struggling to make sense of the chaos that had just unfolded. The realization that he had been defeated in the lawless streets of Slaughter City struck terror deep into his core.

His sharpness and speed, which had always been his greatest assets, had been outmatched by a formidable opponent. The memory of that lightning-fast duel played over and over in his mind, haunting him. He felt a deep sense of vulnerability, an emotion he rarely experienced.

Fan Su's surroundings were a nightmarish labyrinth of dark alleys and eerie silence, broken only by distant echoes of sinister laughter. The city was a place where rules held no sway, and the strongest survived. In the depths of this ruthless urban jungle, he was now at the mercy of those who sought to exploit his weakness.

The fear was paralyzing, not just the fear of physical harm but also the fear of what might happen to him in this unforgiving place. He knew that in Slaughter City, losing a fight meant more than just a defeat; it was an invitation to a world of danger and uncertainty. Every shadow seemed to conceal a potential threat, and every whisper sent shivers down his spine.

Fan Su's thoughts raced as he struggled to regain his composure, knowing that he needed to find a way out of this precarious situation. But the overwhelming sense of terror, combined with his battered body and hazy consciousness, made it a daunting and uncertain task. In the lawless streets of Slaughter City, Fan Su was a fallen warrior, and the world around him was a nightmare from which he desperately sought escape.

Yue Li watched as dangled, her fighting experience way higher than his.

' Fighting have always been one of my weaknesses, I learned that the hard way at the age of seven, but I also understood that if I want to be strong, I need to figure out how to kill like a spider and nature was the best teacher. ' Thought Yue Li to herself while she's fully entrapping him in her webs.

She dragged her web cocoon to the mansion in which he used to reside.

She did feel several eyes looking at her location, yet none of them was of greed or lust.

In the heart of Slaughter City, several grand mansions stands as a symbol of wealth and prestige, proof that only the strong could live here. This imposing structure showcases the architectural elegance of the era.

The mansion is constructed primarily of dark timber, with intricately carved wooden beams and columns supporting its weight. The exterior walls are adorned with white plaster, creating a striking contrast against the deep hues of the wooden framework. A gently sloping, gray-tiled roof crowns the building, curving gracefully at the eaves.

The entrance is a stately gateway with elaborately carved wooden doors that feature ornate motifs and symbols of prosperity. Once inside, a spacious courtyard awaits, surrounded by covered walkways with gracefully upturned eaves, offering shade and protection from the elements.

The courtyard is a haven of tranquility, featuring a meticulously tended garden with lush greenery, fragrant blossoms, and a serene koi pond. Decorative bridges with red railings arch gracefully over the pond, adding to the picturesque scenery. Stone pathways wind through the garden, leading to various pavilions and courtyards.

The main hall of the mansion is an architectural masterpiece, with high ceilings adorned by painted beams and intricate wooden lattice work. The walls are adorned with silk tapestries, telling tales of historical events and legends, while intricately designed porcelain vases and statues.

The mansion's interior is designed for comfort and functionality. The living spaces are filled with traditional wooden furniture, silk cushions, and intricately woven rugs. The rooms are well-ventilated with large windows covered by delicate wooden lattice screens, allowing the gentle breeze to flow through.

Throughout the mansion, there are hints of classical artistry, calligraphy, and poetry, reflecting the cultural richness of the stollen goods. The mansion is a testament to the refined taste and opulence of the era, where only the strong dare to live and none that to

rob.