"Leaf, remember this. There is no power in the world that the nobles who are born with the Glorious Bloodline can master, but we can't master it."
Meng Chao could sense Leaf's good intentions, but he could not help but say, "If we can't master a powerful power for the time being, it's just because we haven't fulfilled all the conditions or found the correct way to open it.
"As long as we learn seriously and research carefully without fear of failure, one of these days, even the weakest rat people will have the chance to climb to the peak of the world. This is called cultivation!"
Meng Chao's words were like burning steel nails that pierced deep into Leaf's head.
It was also as if a brand new eye had been opened in the teenager's head, allowing him to understand the entire world in a completely different way.
Over the next two days, Meng Chao taught Leaf more spirit energy martial arts.
He taught him the three basic force execution techniques, the One Hundred Saber Techniques, Thunder Rapier, and the other mainstream beginner-level fighting techniques in Dragon City.
He also taught him the dagger fighting techniques he learned in Black Skull's training camp in his previous life, as well as dozens of strange stabbing techniques that attacked his vitals from unbelievable angles.
Leaf had always been incredibly talented.
Then, he learned about the mysterious mural in the cave.
He also had the ability to extend and retract his limbs at will.
He was practically born to be an assassin.
Even if he did not have much time and could not learn much of its essence.
At the very least, he could let others see that he had received guidance from an expert.
Meng Chao also used the memories from his previous life to teach Leaf some of the fighting techniques from the Tulan civilization.
In truth, Meng Chao was not skilled in the killing techniques of high-grade orcs.
What he could barely remember were the strange-looking, fancy fighting techniques.
But he believed that even if they were just fancy fighting techniques, professionals would be able to discover the hidden value in them.
Leaf was like a sponge that had been exposed to the sun for an entire day. He eagerly learned the secrets of martial arts that he had never heard of before.
Since Meng Chao had spared no expense to clear his spirit meridians, his strength had increased by five times, and it was still slowly but steadily increasing.
It seemed that his thin body had already sealed an explosive power within.
At that moment, if he went up against the built, red-eyed rat people again, he would no longer need to use tricks or abilities.
He could use the simplest and crudest method to defeat all of them.
Even so, Meng Chao still asked Ye to be careful and not anger the crowd.
Over the course of two days, another seven rounds of food were thrown between the iron bars of the prison cell.
Every time, Ye would hide part of his strength, keeping a low profile and being cautious. He would first let the strongest red-eyed rats fight and kill each other. Only when they were badly injured would he take action and obtain two or three deep-fried datura fruits.
It wasn't like there weren't any red-eyed rats who could see through his intentions.
He was very wary of this little lunatic who defeated the number one rat man.
However, every time Ye attacked, he would not snatch more than three fried datura fruits. He would not pose a fatal threat to the strongest red-eyed rats.
When they thought about how ferocious he was when he ambushed the number one rat, even the strongest red-eyed rat felt like there was no need to fight to the death against this little lunatic for the sake of two or three deep-fried datura fruits.
The rat people had been starving for a few days and were incredibly weak. Naturally, they did not have the courage and strength to run to the dark corners of the underground prison to cause trouble for Meng Chao and Ye.
Just like that, in two days, Ye got a total of 18 deep-fried datura fruits.
Each person got nine fruits, and color returned to the teenager's face.
The light in Meng Chao's eyes became even brighter and more focused.
In the end …
When the sound of metal bats striking the iron bars rose again, no food was thrown down. Instead, the iron bars that weighed more than one thousand kilograms above their heads were lifted with creaking sounds.
Oil lamps carved from the bones of giant totem beasts were hung down from the ceiling.
The light from the arc-shaped metal plates around the oil lamps, which were polished until they shone brightly, shone like a searchlight and swept past the red-eyed rats.
When it swept past Meng Chao, who was in the corner, a gasp came from above.
"That person who got the plague isn't dead yet?" someone asked in surprise.
"Not yet. He's still alive and well!" Ye said quickly.
"You didn't get the plague?" someone asked.
"No. Over the past two days, I've eaten more than ten deep-fried datura fruits!" Ye puffed out his chest, clenched his fists, and struck his chest.
Laughter, sighs, and curses came from above.
It was clear that the guards, who were addicted to gambling, were just like the red-eyed rats in the dungeon. They were betting on Meng Chao's life and death.
The piercing light stayed on Ye's body for a long time.
Sharp gazes carefully observed Ye's elastic skin and strong muscles.
"You!
"You!
"And you, big guy who's missing half an ear, climb up on your own!
"Those who can't climb up will rot here for the rest of their lives!"
The big iron rod pierced through the iron fence and poked at the healthiest and strongest red-eyed rat people, such as Ye.
Ye was ecstatic in his heart.
He had finally taken his first solid step in his path of revenge.
He turned his head around and cast a grateful glance at the harvester.
But Meng Chao was facing the corner and curled up into a ball. He used the smallest surface area to minimize the amount of calories he had to consume. He did not move, as if he was asleep.
Ye thought about it and did not dare to disturb the harvester.
He sucked in a deep breath and used his hands and feet to climb up the light.
When he climbed out of the dungeon, a calm and sincere voice reached the deepest part of his ears.
"Ye, I wish you good luck!"
…
Blood Skull Coliseum.
Ten thousand people's arena.
It had already exploded due to the magma-like atmosphere.
"Rejoice! For Ice Storm, the strongest female warrior of the Snow Leopards, the Slaughtering Queen who can control ice freely and freeze her enemies into ice before tearing them to shreds!"
A man with a goat's head, who looked like a demon from the abyss, shouted at the top of his lungs. He had a huge, curved horn on his head, and the tip of the horn was spinning 360 degrees.
He looked like an ostrich, but his voice did not come out of his throat.
He was holding his throat with one hand, and in the other, he was holding a huge rainbow parrot that looked like an ostrich.
As his Adam's apple and arm muscles trembled nonstop, the huge rainbow parrot spoke in a voice that resembled a human's, but it was one hundred times louder. It was like some sort of biological broadcasting system, and the tens of thousands of spectators sitting in the circular auditorium that looked like terraces could hear it clearly.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!
Surrounding the arena were more than one hundred war drums made of totem beast skins and bones.
More than a hundred bare-chested Rat Men, who were as strong as calves, gnashed their teeth. Their faces were ferocious as they used all their strength to smash the drumsticks.
The air, which was already scorching in the first place, was almost on fire under the bombardment of the drums.
In the arena that looked like a magma lake, two hundred-man teams that had been armed to the teeth were confronting each other.
The soldiers that made up the hundred-man teams were all rat folk.
However, they were different from the old, weak, women, and children who lived in remote and desolate areas without any pressure to survive, and were carefree but also powerless.
Most of the young and strong rat folk had experienced the tragedy of their families being destroyed in person. Their hearts were filled with fury and hatred.
Then, they were tied together, trekking over mountains and rivers, climbing the most precipitous mountains, swinging over the steepest rock walls, crossing the most turbulent rivers, going through layers upon layers of tests from the gates of hell, withstanding the selection of the fittest.
In the sunless dungeons, they had seized enough deep-fried Devil's Snare fruits to prove that they were the strongest, most cunning, and most qualified to survive.
After they were selected by the gladiators as temporary slave soldiers, they had received ten times more food than what they had in the dungeons, as well as the personal training of the gladiators.
These carefully selected rat people had already been modified into relatively decent warriors.
They wore armor made of Mandala tree bark and inlaid with totem beast bones. They also carried a few Mandala tree branches that were polished to the point of showing off their sharpness as javelins. In fact, the strongest among them even had a few rusty swords that they obtained from the Land Illuminated by Holy Light Eternally.
Those mobs seemed to be able to resist one or two rounds of the charge of the warriors of the clans.
Behind the two hundred-man teams was a warrior of the clan.
The one on the left was more than five arms tall, like a moving mountain of meat. It was obvious that he was a typical barbarian elephant.
He was like an amalgamation of an elephant and a giant. From his body that was even sturdier than a city wall, he grew limbs that were as thick as the pillars that supported a temple.
With every step he took, the indestructible arena would tremble slightly.
However, he seemed to think that his destructive power was not shocking enough. His hands, which were the size of a cattail leaf fan, each held a mace. Of course, they were all made to fit his astonishing body size. They were made by combining ten ordinary heavy weapons into a super heavy weapon.
But no matter how fierce the two heavy weapons that seemed to be able to smash apart the skull of a tyrannosaurus were, they were not as terrifying as the osteoma at the end of the elephant's trunk.
As the elephant's trunk swung crazily under the tusks that were raised high, the holes that he drilled out on the osteoma also let out shrieks because of the flow and compression of the air.
It was like the wails of the dead from a meteor hammer that had smashed countless heads.
Hearing the shrieks, even the strong rat folk who were beating the drums below the arena couldn't help but swallow hard.
The rat folk standing on the opposite side of him were drenched in cold sweat and trembling in fear.
Everyone knew that the enormous osteoma was the most brutal weapon of the barbarian elephant gladiators.
This bone tumor had helped him crush dozens of fully-armed opponents in this arena.
It also earned him the domineering name of "Brute Hammer".
Later, dozens of opponents who used heavy weapons tried to steal this name.
But to this day, only he — the real "Brute Hammer" — was still standing here!
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