Bam!
Wildhammer swung his two gigantic spiked maces and slammed them together. Amidst a deafening explosion, a burst of sparks flew.
He sensed a shocking killing intent from the sparks, and he recalled the scene where countless pitiful opponents had their skulls smashed in by him. The hundreds of fully armed Rat Men on the other side all shivered as if they were naked.
They wanted to retreat.
But their legs were frozen by frost.
Behind them, it was as if countless sharp icicles were stabbing them. If they retreated even half a step, they would be riddled with holes.
A female warrior, who was as tall as a human and could be said to be petite among the high-level beastmen, stood behind them expressionlessly.
From her meticulously trimmed short hair to her almost transparent eyes, to her smooth skin, and to the fur on her critical parts, there was no other color on her body except for the breathtaking whiteness.
Coupled with razor-sharp claws and a streamlined, robust body, it looked like an ice sculpture carved from the coldest and purest ice blocks excavated from the Country of Darkness where sunlight never shone. It was modeled after the posture of a cheetah and carved into an ice sculpture.
However, when the enormous crimson sun smeared the blood-like sunlight on the woman who was full of coldness, her pure white hair, eyes, and fur were emitting a layer of silver brilliance, so dazzling that the tens of thousands of spectators couldn't open their eyes.
In terms of body size, there was a huge gap between them.
In terms of aura, there was a world of difference.
Also, Wildhammer was from the Barbaric Elephant Clan. He was an out-and-out Bloodhoof Warrior and a native of Black Horn City.
But the blood of the Snow Leopard Clan flowed in his opponent's body. He was a member of the Gold Clan, the leader of the five major clans. He was an outsider in Black Horn City.
However, all the spectators were shouting her name.
"Ice Storm! Ice Storm! Ice Storm! "
Such preferential treatment caused Wildhammer to stamp with rage.
His nose rolled up his bone tumor and smashed it on the ground, leaving hundreds of intersecting cracks on the ground that was as hard as iron.
This enormous gladiator, who was ten times heavier than his opponent, roared and lunged at his opponent.
The fight officially began.
Wildhammer, the Barbaric Elephant Warrior from the Blood Hoof Clan.
He faced off against the Golden Clan's Snow Leopard warrior, Hailstorm.
They were the trump cards of the Blood Skull Gladiator Arena who had an undefeated record of dozens of matches!
Moreover, this wasn't just a battle between aces, it wasn't just a battle of individual bravery.
More importantly, it was a competition of their training and commanding abilities. They wanted to see if they were qualified to lead the tens of thousands of warriors of the Bloodhoof Clan to defeat the Golden Clan and seize the glory of the "Number One Clan"!
Therefore, the two generals had yet to clash.
The hundred or so ratfolk slave soldiers under their command had already charged forward.
This was beyond the audience's expectations.
The 100-man team commanded by Wildhammer was clearly more organized, and their formations were more flexible. Even the limbs of the ratfolk servants seemed to be thicker than their opponents.
Following Wildhammer's furious roar, the 100-man square formation quickly split apart, opening up a path for the Barbarian Elephant Race's leader.
With two steps, Wildhammer rushed from the back of the battle formation to the very front. Then, he led the ratfolk soldiers, and they naturally changed from a square formation to a charging formation.
As for himself, he was naturally the sharpest and heaviest arrowhead.
Boom!
Wildhammer was the first to charge into the 100-man team commanded by Hailstorm.
The two super-heavy maces and the osteoma on the elephant's trunk stirred up three destructive storms. In a single exchange, four or five ratfolk servants under Hailstorm's command were sent flying. They spat out blood in midair, drawing four or five blood-colored arcs in the air before landing heavily on the ground. Their tendons and bones were broken, and it seemed like they would not survive.
The rest of the rat people servant soldiers were scared out of their wits.
The courage and morale that they had gathered over the past few days were smashed beyond the clouds by the maces.
Their originally stiff formation quickly fell apart, and they were utterly defeated. The morale of the other party was high, and they were scattered by the charge of the hundred-man team.
At this moment, Hailstorm struck the front of the battle formation like a bolt of silver lightning.
One had to admit that this Snow Leopard warrior from the Golden Clan indeed had the sharpness, agility, and ferocity that the Bloodhoof Clan, which was known for their boundless strength, lacked.
The silver lightning coiled around Wildhammer's trunk, instantly leaving dozens of wounds on his body.
Sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes left, sometimes right. His elusive silhouette and dazzling attacks made all the spectators exclaim in delight.
No matter how Wildhammer swung his maces, he could not think straight.
However, in pursuit of extreme speed, these lightning-fast attacks did not have the effect of finishing the battle in one fell swoop.
Mammoth warriors were known for their rough skin and thick flesh.
Wildhammer was also one of the best among the mammoth warriors.
To him, the bloody wound was nothing more than a tickle. It was even a pleasure.
Even though Hailstorm had added the power of frost to his attacks.
It froze Wildhammer's wounds, and the chill seeped into his bones.
However, as Wildhammer's muscles twitched and his blood boiled, the frost cracked and melted.
For the mammoth warrior, who was extremely large, being suppressed by an opponent who was several times smaller than him was a somewhat unsightly scene.
However, Wildhammer successfully used his indestructible body to firmly restrain Hailstorm's storm-like attacks and offset his opponent's greatest advantage — speed.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wildhammer's ratfolk servant soldiers killed the ratfolk servant soldiers trained by Hailstorm.
In terms of individual bravery, Hailstorm was better than the ace gladiator from the mammoth race.
In terms of training and commanding ability, she was far inferior to her opponent.
The ratfolk servant soldiers trained by Wildhammer were all well-trained. They cooperated skillfully, and their morale was high.
The ratfolk servant soldiers trained by Hailstorm suffered a blow at the beginning of the battle. Their morale completely collapsed, and they were naturally defeated.
Moreover, Wildhammer deliberately moved the battlefield between him and Hailstorm towards the place where the ratfolk servant soldiers were most concentrated.
Be it his maces, elephant trunks, and bone tumors, or the silver lightning shot out by Hailstorm.
To the ratfolk servant soldiers, it was an unstoppable disaster.
The ratfolk servant soldiers on Wildhammer's side had long known the main general's tactics and had practiced with Wildhammer many times.
Seeing two murderous clan warriors moving in their direction, they hurriedly covered their heads and fled to protect themselves.
As for Hailstorm's ratfolk servant soldiers, they were first beaten until they were disoriented, and then they were involved in the battle between the two main generals. Soon, they were affected by the flames of a higher level of battle.
As the ratfolk servant soldiers screamed in despair, broken limbs flew all over the sky, and broken corpses scattered all over the ground.
The war drums around the arena were beating even more intensely.
The audience was stimulated by the strong smell of blood. They stood up excitedly, beat their chests, and let out bone-chilling bestial howls.
Some people even replaced the cheers for Hailstorm with loud boos, telling Hailstorm not to just focus on her own enjoyment, but to pay attention to the overall situation and pay attention to her subordinates.
Hailstorm naturally saw through Wildhammer's tactics.
She snorted coldly and wanted to withdraw.
However, it was not to protect her subordinates, but to kill the ratfolk servant soldiers on Wildhammer's side.
However, Wildhammer grinned and fully displayed the advantage of his tall and sturdy body, which was like an iron wall, firmly blocking the hailstorm.
After all, both sides were gladiators of the same level.
Even if Hailstorm was more skilled, it was impossible for him to kill unscrupulously under Wildhammer's interference and obstruction.
On the other hand, Wildhammer relied on his thick skin and thick flesh to send a few of Hailstorm's ratfolk servant soldiers flying even at the risk of being hit by Hailstorm a few more times.
The situation became clear very quickly as one side was weakened and the other side was strengthened.
From the beginning, Wildhammer did not give Hailstorm any chance. He commanded his 100-man team to attack in an orderly and steady manner. They were like an iron wall full of spears, advancing unstoppably.
The ratfolk servant soldiers on Hailstorm's side either died on the spot, or received a decent ending.
They were either seriously injured, missing arms or legs, and their blood splattered all over the ground. They were perhaps the luckiest people. With fearless courage, they had purified their filthy bloodline. If they were lucky enough to survive, they could become servants of the Blood Skull Arena, doing chores other than fighting, such as cleaning, cooking, washing clothes, and beating the drums.
Many of the rat people and servant soldiers were so frightened that they directly jumped off the stage.
According to the rules, jumping off the arena was equivalent to admitting defeat. The gladiators disdained to chase after deserters.
However, deserters would never be able to wash away their shame, nor would they get a second chance.
The fate that awaited these cowards was to be expelled from the Blood Skull Coliseum and sent to the dark mines, workshops, hunting grounds of Totem Beasts, and various other places. They would be cruelly squeezed to death within a year and a half at most.
Just like that, Hailstorm was left alone.
On Wildhammer's side, there were still more than fifty ratfolk servant soldiers, and they still had the most basic combat power.
They quickly formed a tight square formation and stabbed their spears with bone spikes at the periphery, like angry hedgehogs.
They used this method to guard against Hailstorm's sneak attacks.
Then, the ratfolk servant soldiers at the back threw their spears at Hailstorm.
To the ace gladiators, the ratfolk servant soldiers' spears were light and did not have any speed or power.
Even if they put their hands behind their backs and did not dodge, allowing the spears to stab into their bodies, they would not be able to cause much damage to the ace gladiators.
Considering this, in order to increase the viewing and uncertainty of the battle, all the ratfolk servant soldiers' weapons were smeared with anesthetic and poison.
However, it was still impossible to kill the ace gladiators.
At the very least, it would cause some trouble.
This forced the ace gladiators to use one-tenth of their attention to deal with these persistent rats.
Facing opponents who were almost as strong as them, using one-tenth of their attention was no different from directly announcing the final outcome of the battle.
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