Running the Path of Glory was a feat that required a lot of stamina.
Even the clan warriors were usually exhausted.
As the champion, Leaf had the right to get an unlimited amount of fried Datura Fruit and condensed milk made from totem beast milk as a supplement and reward.
The latter was a delicacy that the rat people had a hard time enjoying, and it contained a lot of energy.
The sweetness rushed into Leaf's throat like a flood from a broken dam.
In the past, the rat people teenager would have devoured the food without a care.
But after Meng Chao's adjustments, Leaf learned to chew slowly to promote digestion and absorption.
Ice Storm was even more surprised when he saw how he restrained himself when he ate.
There was no information on Leaf in the training camp.
After all, there were thousands of rat people who were captured and brought to Black Corner City every day. Most of them would be used up in a year and a half.
No one had the patience to register these "consumables".
They were just rat people.
Ice Storm could only personally ask for the teenager's name and background.
Leaf was a little reserved in front of the trump card of Blood Skull Coliseum.
But when he remembered what the harvester said, he felt that he was not afraid of anything and told him his background.
This was not out of Ice Storm's expectations.
If the prosperous era only lasted for a few years, the veterans from the previous Glorious Era would still be around, and even the rat people would remember the joy of killing and the glory of conquering.
Then, when it came to the new Glorious Era, they only needed to blow the horn and send out the recruitment order, and the rat people hiding in the ravines would swarm over. They would take the initiative to form an endless army of cannon fodder.
But the previous prosperous era had been too long.
It was so long that all the veterans died, and no one remembered the glory of the war.
This was especially so for the cowardly and incompetent rat people. They were used to the roles of farmers and gatherers. They were used to a peaceful life. They were used to laughter, songs, and games. They might not be willing to answer the call of the clan and use their corpses to pave the path of glory for the masters.
That was why Black Corner City sent out recruitment teams to all the rat people's settlements.
On one hand, it could train the recruitment team's ability to travel long distances and launch surprise attacks.
On the one hand, he had gotten rid of the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, so that those who did not have the ability to fight would not continue to waste valuable food.
On the other hand, it also cut off the path of retreat for the middle-aged rat people, so that they would no longer have to worry about their starving families. Instead, driven by hatred, they could turn into bloodthirsty killing machines and fight for the supreme glory together with their masters wholeheartedly.
There was nothing wrong with the youth's identity.
Then where did he learn all his skills from?
Hailstorm pondered for a moment, then looked at Ye and said, "In the past two days, you deliberately lost several tests."
It was not a question.
It was a certainty.
Ye was slightly startled and nodded.
"Why?"
The Ice Storm asked curiously, "With your capabilities, you should've been selected by a certain gladiator and become a real slave soldier a long time ago. Why did you intentionally fail the test and stay here?"
"Because I still need to rest."
Leaf said, "I just crawled out of the dungeon. My body is full of injuries, and I'm starving. I haven't recovered yet.
"If I was selected by a gladiator too early, I would be immediately driven to the arena for a real gladiator fight.
"I'm not afraid of other rat people slave soldiers, but if I'm swept by the gladiators, or if I have to test new tactics and new weapons, dozens of slave soldiers fighting against one totem beast, I might get injured or even die.
"So, I'd rather rest here for a few more days to recover."
"Rest?"
The Ice Storm was stunned for a moment. He glanced around at the rat people who were gritting their teeth and were even foaming at the mouth while training. He said in disbelief, "You think training here is a kind of rest?"
"Yes."
Ye nodded honestly.
Lord Harvester grabbed his wrist and injected a large amount of lightning-like power into his body, tearing his flesh apart and reforming it.
The so-called high-intensity training here was indeed a kind of rest.
"Besides, I don't like those gladiators, and I don't want to follow them." Ye swallowed a deep-fried datura fruit covered in condensed milk and grabbed another one.
Before he knew it, he had already gracefully swallowed twenty-two sweet and greasy datura fruits.
His stomach swelled up again and again, but every time, it would calm down with the rumbling sounds of his stomach churning.
The disappeared condensed milk and fruits turned into the purest form of energy. It flowed slowly in his body along the path Meng Chao pointed out.
Ye Zichen's words sounded a little arrogant.
As a rat people slave soldier, he did not have the right to be picky about his master.
However, he was an expert among the rat people.
Powerful people always had the right to overstep their boundaries.
"Why?"
The Ice Storm was not angry. He asked with great interest, "Why don't you like them?"
"Because they're not strong enough."
Ye shrugged and said, "I only want to follow a trump card, a trump card like Lord Ice Storm."
The Ice Storm laughed.
"It's true."
Ye was afraid that she would not believe him, so he said seriously, "When I first arrived at Blood Skull Coliseum, I heard people cheering for your victory. The Ice Queen is a famous name, and it left a deep impression on me. At that time, I made up my mind to follow a trump card like you, who wins every battle!"
"Wins every battle?"
The Ice Storm laughed in a self-deprecating manner, but she did not continue to dwell on this question. What she was most curious about was, "You performed really well at the last stage when you cut down the datura tree core. How did you do it?"
"Because when I was in my hometown, I often climbed to the top of the datura tree to collect fruits, cut down branches, catch bugs, and dig bird nests."
Leaf stuck out her chest and said, "I can dance on the top of the swaying mandala tree on a day when the wind is howling. That's nothing."
"That's it?"
The Ice Storm narrowed her eyes and went straight to the point. "How did you breathe, use of force, and your saber technique come about?"
She thought that this was a very sensitive question, and the boy would definitely struggle and resist for a while.
But to her surprise, Ye did not hesitate and said, "Lord Harvester taught me."
"Lord Harvester …"
The Ice Storm was stunned. "Who is he?"
"Lord Harvester is a super fierce man," Ye said seriously.
"He's the fiercest man among all the rat people."
…
At that moment, the fiercest man among all the rat people was grabbed by the neck by a rat person who was three times bigger than him. The rat person was lifted into the air and swung around.
This was the biggest rat person Meng Chao had ever seen.
He seemed to have some of the Barbaric Elephant's blood in him. He was even stronger than a wild bull that stood on its hind legs. His mane was like steel needles, and it shone with a dangerous light. There were blood stains on it, which meant that he had not come here in a friendly manner.
"Who said he's not dead yet?"
The rat person with the Barbaric Elephant's blood licked his two huge fangs, forced a ferocious smile, and asked the other people in the dungeon.
Everyone curled up in the corner and shivered. They did not dare to look him in the eye.
Only Meng Chao sighed in his heart.
He swore that he just wanted to lie there quietly and think. He did not want to waste even one gram of the energy produced by the datura fruit on these rat people.
Why did they have to provoke him instead of taking the path to heaven?
In truth, in the beginning, he and his "prison mates" had been able to coexist peacefully.
These people used his life as a bet because they were afraid of the unknown power in him. Besides, he did not snatch the datura fruits from them, so they minded their own business. Wasn't that good?
It was especially so when Ye became incredibly strong after Meng Chao modified her and stood out from the crowd.
Even though they did not know their relationship, the mysterious air around Meng Chao became even stronger. The people who had been in the dungeon for a few days did not dare to provoke him.
But there were always exceptions.
The new rat person with the Barbaric Elephant's blood seemed to be eager to leave the dungeon.
During the last round of food, not only had he snatched nearly half of the fried datura fruits, he had also used his half of the food to bet with the other half of the food the others had snatched.
The winner took all.
He bet that Meng Chao was already dead.
He even forced the others to take part in the bet and bet that Meng Chao was still alive.
The people who did not want to take part in the bet had their chests struck by his elephant trunk, which was like a morningstar. They coughed up blood and fell down.
And when Meng Chao sat up lazily and looked around to show that he was still alive, the rat person strode forward and picked Meng Chao up from the dirty water.
From his shoulders to his arms to his fingers, his bones crackled.
The monstrous strength made it seem as if it could snap Meng Chao's neck the next second, and the black-haired rat man, who was covered in wounds, would die.
Meng Chao frowned a little.
He thought about it seriously and wondered whether he should discuss it with the man. As long as the man let go of him and apologized, he would let this matter go.
But based on the man's grimacing expression, he would definitely not listen to any harsh advice, right?
'Oh well, talking is something that uses up a lot of energy.'
With that thought in mind, Meng Chao attacked at lightning speed.
He clenched his fingers, and his thumb curled up like a dagger to tap the inside of the man's elbow.
The man instinctively curled his arm and closed the distance between Meng Chao and his throat.
Meng Chao pulled back his thumb and flicked the man's throat with his pinky.
No one could see clearly what happened, but the rat person with the Barbaric Elephant's blood shuddered a little before he suddenly froze.
Then, like a shattered statue, he let go of Meng Chao and took half a step back before he knelt down slowly. He covered his throat with his hands, and his eyes bulged out of their sockets. He curled up into a huge lobster and started foaming in the dirty water. He started convulsing violently.
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