In addition, the arena was already littered with corpses.
The corpses were filled with javelins.
It was like a simple barricade.
This restricted Hailstorm's advantage of agility and elusive tactics.
Hailstorm tried to shake off Brute Hammer several times and attack the spear formation of the rat soldiers.
However, although Brute Hammer moved slowly, he could extend and retract freely. His strong elephant trunk and the osteoma that contained a large amount of metal were not slow at all.
When he brandished it like a meteor hammer, the shrill wails of ghosts and howls of wolves seemed to come directly from the back of the Hailstorm's ears.
Hailstorm charged left and right, trying to tear apart the dense square formation of the rat soldiers.
She was harassed by Brute Hammer from behind, and the osteoma almost hit her waist and cervical vertebra.
It was different from the hundreds of bloody wounds she left on her opponent's body that did not injure his muscles and bones.
With her petite figure, if she was hit by Brute Hammer, she would probably not have the chance to walk down the arena.
In the end, Hailstorm could only use her claws to raise frost wind blades, leaving deep wounds on the outermost rat soldiers of the square formation.
She had no choice but to retreat resentfully.
After repeating this several times, the rat soldiers still refused to retreat.
Hailstorm's face was scratched by Brute Hammer's mace, leaving a bloody wound.
Although the injury was not serious.
She looked rather pathetic.
Moreover, her stamina was rapidly being depleted. Her face was filled with anxiety and anger, and she was no longer as calm as she was at the beginning when she suppressed Brute Hammer.
Even the audience could tell from her sluggish figure and disorderly footsteps that she was in a disadvantageous position.
The name she shouted fanatically changed from "Hailstorm" to "Brute Hammer".
"Brute Hammer! Brute Hammer! Brute Hammer! "
"Go, kill her, kill this female leopard!"
"What female leopard? She's just a white cat, a small white cat! "
"Go, warriors of the Bloodhoof Clan, kill this kitten from the Golden Clan!"
Many spectators who had bet all their money on Brute Hammer were extremely excited. They roared and harassed Hailstorm verbally.
There were also quite a number of spectators who had bet large sums of money on Hailstorm's victory. Not only did they glare at Hailstorm, they even pounced on him and started fighting. In every corner of the circular auditorium, there was a show that was not inferior to the one in the arena.
More of the audience's gambling addiction flared up. Not only did they want to bet on who would win between Brute Hammer and Hailstorm, but they also wanted to bet on who would be the strongest supporter of Brute Hammer or Hailstorm.
This was the standard procedure of the Turan Gladiator Tournament. Not only would it not interfere with the normal progress of the Gladiator Tournament, it would also make the atmosphere even more heated.
Finally, a spear embedded with bone spikes narrowly brushed past his cheek, leaving behind an insignificant wound.
After being humiliated by the rat people, Haifeng finally broke through the limit of his tolerance!
"Roar!"
Her seemingly petite body let out a furious howl.
She opened her arms, and her sharp claws bounced to the limit, like unsheathed sabers.
Bright silver patterns appeared under her snow-white fur, and as if they were alive, they quickly spread to all parts of her body to form a profound, complicated, and beautiful picture.
It was a tattoo of a cheetah carved out of white jade with its mouth wide open.
In just a few blinks of an eye, the dazzling tattoo became brighter and more resplendent. In the end, wherever the silver lines intersected, a large amount of metal-like substances that looked like sticky liquid gushed out of Hailstorm's body.
The metal-like materials flowed on her skin and hair, expanded, melted, enshrouded, and condensed into a ferocious fully-enclosed armor, covering all her organs, including her eyes and claws, without the slightest gap.
At that moment, Hailstorm was like a metal cheetah made of silver that stood up like a human.
Unlike the high-precision war machines created by Dragon City, the sealed-off armor that looked like a cheetah did not have any seams, gears, or transmission systems on it.
But it still released flames that seemed to have gained physical form, as if it could provide its owner with explosive power that was comparable to rocket propellers at any moment.
Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack!
With the totemic armor, Hailstorm's power became ten times stronger than before.
With the tip of her foot gently touching the ground as the center, the ground within a circular area of ten arms was frozen. Not only did a thick layer of ice cover cover it, there were also icicles with intersecting fangs sticking out of it.
A few of the ratfolk servant soldiers who did not manage to dodge in time had their feet pierced by the icicles. Their legs were frozen, and they cried out in pain.
But they did not dare to pull the icicles out at the risk of their legs being torn apart, so they could only stand pitifully on the spot.
"Mithril Ripper!"
"Hailstorm summoned her totemic armor — Mithril Ripper!"
The audience's eyes lit up, and they cheered loudly.
When Brute Hammer saw this, he clashed his spiked maces against each other and tensed his muscles. An astonishing roar came from the depths of his body, and a black tattoo appeared between his rough skin and his wrinkles.
The thick, colorful tattoo soon swelled up and exploded like balls of black magma.
The exploding magma flowed everywhere and formed a majestic black armor on the surface of his body.
Brute Hammer, whose upper body was naked, was already like a moving mountain of meat.
The fully-armored Brute Hammer was even more like an indestructible fortress.
The two tusks that were raised high were both covered in a thick liquid metal substance, with dozens of sharp thorns attached to them.
The trunk and the osteoma, which had been extremely aggressive in the first place, were even thicker after they were covered by the totemic armor. They looked like the arm of a devil that had extended out of a bloody mouth.
In particular, because of his enormous body, a lot of heat would be accumulated during an intense battle.
In order to dissipate the heat, two devices that looked like exhaust pipes and steam whistles were erected from the back of Brute Hammer's totemic armor. They were full of holes.
"Wu! Wu! Wu! "
As Brute Hammer's monstrous strength soared, the two 'exhaust pipes' both let out ear-splitting shrieks and spurted out a lot of extremely hot steam.
Wreathed in white steam, Brute Hammer was like a combination of a mechanical elephant and a main battle tank!
"It — it's here!"
"Brute Hammer's totem — 'Locomotive'!"
"Blessed by the ancestors of the Mammoths, the legendary ancient artifact 'Locomotive' is truly powerful!"
Both of the aces activated their respective totems.
Their astonishing fighting will turned into visible blasts that ravaged the air brutally, making the burning air scream in agony.
Not just the servant soldiers on the arena.
Even the servants who were responsible for beating the drums below the arena could not bear the bombardment of the overwhelming blasts and fled with their hands covering their heads.
The audience exclaimed in delight, as if they were intoxicated.
However, many of the audience could no longer see the confrontation between the two aces clearly.
All they saw was a silver flash, and the Ice Storm, which had activated the Mithril Ripper, had already switched places with Brute Hammer, who had put on the 'Locomotive'.
The deafening roar was half a blink slower than the two's intersecting silhouettes before it exploded in the ears of the audience.
At the same time, the ground of the arena, which was as hard as iron, also exploded.
Around the hailstorm, there were seven ghastly craters on the ground. They looked like meteorite craters that were emitting smoke.
This was the result of Brute Hammer's upgraded elephant trunk and spiked mace smashing down heavily.
The nearest hole was only half a finger's length away from where she was standing.
However, the gladiator who staggered back was Brute Hammer.
On his totem armor, a huge crack of ice appeared from his chest to his abdomen.
It was as if somebody had frozen his chest that was as solid as an iron wall into a block of ice and destroyed the molecular structure and even the atomic energy layer of the liquid metal with absolute zero. In the end, the ice was cracked, and an enormous gap was torn open.
Brute Hammer fell on one knee and roared in pain.
He clenched his iron fists and punched the cracks on his chest armor in anger, shattering the frost into pieces.
The black armor around him turned into thick liquid metal again and slowly wriggled over, repairing the breastplate to its original state.
"Wu! Wu! Wu! "
The "exhaust pipe" on his back let out ear-splitting shrieks again. The roars of the war machines made the blood of countless spectators boil.
"Locomotive! A locomotive with infinite strength! "
"Locomotive! The invincible locomotive! "
"Locomotive! Locomotive, an ancient artifact! "
The spectators from the Barbaric Elephant Clan all stood up. Raising their arms and trunks, they danced in joy and praised the totem that their ancestors had granted them together with the warriors of their clan on the arena.
Among the major clans that made up the Bloody Hooves Clan, the Barbaric Elephant Clan had the fewest members compared to the Minotaurs, the Centaurs, and the Boars.
But because they were too enormous, they blocked the audience in the back even if they did not stand up.
Therefore, in every arena in Black Horn City, independent seats had been set up for the Barbaric Elephant Clan.
The Barbaric Elephant Clan's voice was loud and clear in the first place.
They also liked to use their long trunks to blow a horn made of hollowed tusks. It was said to simulate the sound of a "train whistle".
The noise of dozens of Barbaric Elephant Clan was even more lively than hundreds of Minotaurs gathered together.
The cheers of his clansmen stimulated Brute Hammer even more.
He stomped on the ground twice to show that he was unscathed. He raised his mace at the woman in front of him. "Again!"
These two stomps seemed to have the effect of "War Trample", causing the rubble in the hole to fly everywhere.
The rubble that flew into the air was caught by Brute Hammer's fighting spirit and froze in midair. Even though it was trembling crazily, it did not fall to the ground.
Hailstorm snorted.
Mithril surged around her body, and icicles formed under her feet again. They formed a crystalline path of death that slowly extended towards Brute Hammer.
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