After moving through a long white tunnel, Meng Chao saw the hailstorm.
The snow leopard female warrior who could control ice was whiter than Meng Chao imagined.
It had to be known that even a real snow leopard's fur was not pure white. It was intersecting black and white with yellowish-brown spots.
But she looked like she was carved out of ice. She was crystalline and spotless.
She also looked like she had albinism. Even her pupils were nearly transparent.
Besides, aside from her short and sharp ears, the fur at the crucial parts of her body, and her tail that kept swaying, there were very few animalistic colors on her body.
If she used armor to hide some of her animalistic features, it would not be a problem to say that she was a tall and beautiful female warrior.
However, compared to the other Turanians, her petite and petite figure did not mean that she was not dangerous.
In truth, the moment Meng Chao stepped into the room, he sensed a presence that was similar to that of a Heaven Realm superhuman. He knew that this average-looking snow leopard female warrior had the ability to turn the entire room into a lethal ice cave in the blink of an eye.
The fight against Lu Siya might have injured him badly and caused him to drain his spirit energy, but it had also inadvertently stimulated his senses and made them even sharper.
It had also inadvertently stimulated his senses and made them even sharper.
It was as if a blind person's hearing had become even sharper.
Or perhaps he had been infected by Lu Siya and obtained some of the abilities of a Spirit Sensor.
Right now, Meng Chao did not even need to look up to scan the danger around him as well as the general situation of his opponent.
At the same time he scanned the hailstorm …
The hailstorm also narrowed his eyes and sized up the person Leaf had praised to the point that he looked like a god.
Meng Chao's appearance was against the expectations of the ace gladiator.
The hailstorm originally thought that since this harvester had taught Leaf so many breathing techniques, force execution techniques, and saber techniques, even if he did not have three heads and six arms, he should have at least some of the blood of glory flowing in his veins. He should also have very strong animalistic characteristics. He might even be a former warrior who lost in a power struggle and was exiled.
Or perhaps, his father and grandfather were former clan warriors who had been exiled.
That was why he was able to master these unbelievable skills.
But Meng Chao had practically zero animalistic characteristics.
It was even thinner than the hailstorm herself.
The snow leopard female warrior wondered whether Meng Chao was a human from the land where the holy light shone forever.
Of course, that was impossible.
This was because the greatest characteristic of the human race was their blond hair and blue eyes, which were said to be blessed by the Holy Light.
On the other hand, the hair and eyes of this fellow were as deep as the night sky.
That alone was enough for the people in the Land Illuminated by the Eternal Holy Light to regard him as a devil that crawled out of the abyss and burn him at the stake.
And his wound …
It also reminded people of the Gumu Marquis who lived in the depths of the vast desert.
And the Undead Lich hibernating in the Northernmost Abyss.
Ice Storm did not know if he would be able to persevere like the man in front of him if he were to suffer such a heavy injury.
No wonder he was the legendary "Super Macho Man"!
There was a hint of admiration in Haifeng's eyes.
However, he also doubted whether this weak-looking fellow, who was covered in wounds, could be of any help to him.
In the face of the ace gladiator's cautious gaze, Meng Chao remained calm and composed. He was neither servile nor overbearing.
He knew that although the Tulan civilization had a clear hierarchy, the rat people who had filthy blood flowing in their veins were at the bottom.
But the Tulan warriors, who worshiped courage, could not stand the sight of the rat people trembling and bowing to them.
As long as they showed enough strength.
Even the rat people's servant soldiers could get a place in the Tulan army.
This was even more so in the Glory Era.
"Are you the Harvester?"
Ice Storm finally looked away and said faintly, "Tell me, where did you come from? What was your identity in the past? How did you end up in the depths of the dungeon?"
Meng Chao shook his head.
He answered in a very weak voice, "I don't know. My memories started in the dirty water in the depths of the dungeon. I forgot a lot of things, including my clan and name."
He did not pretend to be weak on purpose.
Instead, he used a muffled voice to hide his still-stiff Tulan language.
Ice Storm clearly did not believe that he had completely lost his memories.
But he did not dwell on it.
Instead, he asked, "You don't remember your name and identity, but you remember a lot of … exquisite breathing and force execution methods?"
"Yes," Meng Chao said honestly.
"Some fragmented scenes appeared in my mind. I could only see myself training and killing madly in those scenes. It was as if I was harvesting a ripe Mandala fruit. I reaped the heads of my enemies. That's why I gave myself the name Harvester."
When he said this, he lowered his head and looked at the intersecting wounds on his body. They were of different depths. He smiled in a self-deprecating manner.
"However, I'm afraid that I will never be able to use my own hands to display these amazing skills again."
Meng Chao smiled bitterly. "I can only teach these skills to others in exchange for what I want."
Ice Storm understood what Meng Chao meant.
"What do you want?" she asked straightforwardly.
"Food, medicine, and protection from powerful people like Mister Ice Storm," Meng Chao said.
"Of course, I'm the same as all the other Turanians. I'm not afraid of death, but dying on the battlefield and rotting to death in the depths of a dungeon are different. I hope that I can use enough food and medicine to heal my injuries so that I can at least have the ability to hold a spear and limp onto the battlefield so that I can die under the blades of powerful enemies."
It was a very reasonable request.
It was also a very "Tulan" request.
Ice Storm had no reason to reject it.
All she wanted to know was, "You're not asking for much, but how am I supposed to tell if you really have the ability to turn stone into gold, or if Yezi is originally a gifted and powerful person, and you're just lucky to have met him?"
"Leaf is indeed talented. He's a rare existence among the rat people, just like the Phoenix's feather and the Tyrannosaurus's horn," Meng Chao admitted honestly.
Then, he changed the topic. "But even if I can't turn stone into gold with my skills, I can at least increase the fighting power of the normal rat people by thirty to fifty percent within a short period of time. I might not be able to transform like Leaf, but it's more than enough to win against Mister Ice Storm's enemies."
"I admire your confidence, and I hope that you know the difference between confidence and arrogance. The weak rat people can still live, but the arrogant rat people will definitely die," Ice Storm said coldly.
Hailstorm coldly said, "Prove it to me."
"I need charcoal and paper," Meng Chao said calmly.
Thanks to the Mandala Tree's very flexible fibers.
The leaves and bark were pounded, minced, pressed, and dried to form paper that could barely be used.
Then, after the tree branches were burnt, they were simply processed into charcoal.
Paper and pens were not rare items.
Meng Chao used four pieces of tree bark paper and two charcoal strips that were the length of an arm to draw the first style of One Hundred Saber Techniques — Head-On Wind Slash.
When it came to supernatural abilities, Dragon City and Tulan each had their own strengths.
One of them had spirit energy martial arts, and the other had totem power.
But when it came to the cultivation and fighting methods of normal people, Dragon City's civilization was far ahead of its neighbors.
This was not just because Dragon City possessed technology that was ahead of the current era. They also had deep knowledge in anatomy, cytology, genetics, ergonomics, life sciences, and other fields. They could break down the seemingly simple and crude slashes into the most basic speed, angle, precision, and strength. Then, through the large data from the battlefield, they could make repeated calculations and iterate on the versions. In the end, they could deduce the perfect move.
It was also because there was a huge difference in their fighting ideals.
To the high-class orcs of the Tulan civilization, they were born with the characteristics of beasts. They were usually tall, had thick skin, and were incredibly strong.
With a casual punch, they could destroy a wall.
With a simple swing of an axe, they could cut a Mandala Tree that was as thick as five people could wrap their arms around it in half.
In this sort of situation, was there any need for them to study exquisite and peerless skills?
Of course, the military nobles who came from the five great families and had the blood of glory flowing in their veins had all sorts of powerful totem fighting skills that could be used with their totem armor.
But the rat people were just cannon fodder.
As long as they were strong enough, looked ferocious enough, or had a broad body, they would be able to block even more blades, spears, and arrows of the enemy before they died. They would be excellent cannon fodder, and they would be qualified to be bestowed a drop of their master's blood after they died in battle.
There was no clan warrior who would be so bored as to specially create a set of cannon fodder martial arts for the rat people's servant soldiers.
If they died, so be it. After all, no matter how strong the fire was, it was impossible for it to burn all the weeds in Tulan Lake. As long as the spring breeze blew, the Mandala Trees would bear fruit again, and new rat people would pop out of the corners like cockroaches and rats.
But Dragon City's civilization was different.
As a lone army in the foreign land with only a few tens of millions of people, the number of people who died was one less.
No matter how great the difference between superhumans and normal citizens was, and no matter how many differences there were between them, human resources were still very precious.
This was especially so when the monster horde devoured most of Dragon City, and the human remnants could only hide in the depths of the broken walls and fight to the death.
It did not matter whether they were the strongest or the ordinary soldiers. Only by squeezing out every drop of strength from everyone, even grannies who had lost all their teeth could instantly release astonishing fighting strength and die together with the raging monsters.
It was only then that the flower of civilization that had already been destroyed on Earth could continue blooming in this incredibly dangerous foreign land.
Hence, over the past half a century, Dragon City's civilization had developed a lot of martial arts that could allow the old, weak, women, and children to fight to the death.
They also had a very complete set of methods to help the weak become stronger step by step.
In terms of basic martial arts, Dragon City's civilization was far ahead of all the civilizations in the Other World, including the Tulan civilization.
They were existences in completely different dimensions.
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