Blood Skull Coliseum was a meat grinder that devoured flesh and harvested lives, regardless of day or night.
Even on the darkest, starless night, the place was still brightly lit.
Dozens of arenas of various sizes were displaying a good show of flesh and blood flying everywhere.
It allowed tens of thousands of high-class orcs, who were incredibly excited and had their blood boil, to vent their killing intent and gambling instincts.
If a member of the audience lost completely or was not satisfied with the fight, they could personally enter the arena and show off their skills.
They could win everything they lost with interest. They might even be chosen by a military aristocrat and be given a drop of glorious blood.
Or they might be cut into pieces and crushed into pulp. Then, while countless people booed and mocked them, they would turn into totem beasts' feces.
Similar things had happened countless times over the past one thousand years.
Hence, the air inside and outside the coliseum was damp and sticky. It was as if the slightest twist would cause blood to flow out.
When the bloody dawn tore through the night, the never-ending meat grinder welcomed a new batch of flesh and blood.
Ice Storm led her thirty-man squad through the underground tunnels that were as complicated as a maze. They arrived at a field that was as wide as a palace under the main arena.
After all, this was the place where many gladiators and servant soldiers went to glory or death.
In the jargon, it was also known as Glory Hall.
Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and looked around the Glory Hall, which was as big as five football fields.
Once again, he was surprised by the peerless construction skills of the ancestors of the Turanians.
They went from the ace training camp where Ice Storm was.
Then, they arrived at Glory Hall.
They walked at a rapid pace for a total of seventeen minutes and twenty-five seconds.
This meant that Blood Skull Coliseum was huge, and the facilities inside were arranged in a picturesque manner. The layout was very scientific.
By gathering spirit energy in his eardrums and cochlea, Meng Chao also gathered sounds from all around him.
He roughly scanned the area and found that aside from the arenas and audience seats, there were dozens of training camps of various sizes with complete facilities. There were also dozens of dormitories or prison cells that could accommodate thousands of people.
This proved his judgment once more.
Blood Skull Coliseum was not just a coliseum.
It was an incredibly important military facility that gathered training, screening, trials, recruitment, gathering, and other functions. It was a multi-purpose military camp.
Thousands of years ago, the people of Turan must have had a highly developed civilization to be able to build such a huge and sophisticated military structure.
However, after thousands of years of erosion, their descendants had become …
Meng Chao's gaze swept coldly through the gladiators and servant soldiers who were warming up, resting, or choosing their weapons in Glory Hall.
Hailstorm and their opponents were not the only ones participating in the Gladiator Battle.
Instead, dozens of teams were going to participate in the team battle, and hundreds of gladiators were going to prove their bravery in individual battles.
The stench and killing intent from the hundreds of gladiators and thousands of slave soldiers made the spacious underground square hot and stuffy.
The weak ratfolk servant soldiers would probably feel suffocated the moment they stepped into this place.
Especially when all the gladiators and servant soldiers' gazes were like sharp blades, piercing into the same team.
Compared to the Ice Storm team, the other gladiators and servant soldiers all had one thing in common.
They were tall and built, and their muscles were so strong that they looked like they were about to tear their skin apart. They bared their teeth and jumped around.
Hence, when they saw that the Ice Storm team had brought out a team with a different style, all the gladiators ignored her status as an ace. Their lips curled up to their ears, and they snickered.
The other ratfolk servant soldiers did not dare to laugh at an ace gladiator.
But they could not help but cast hostile gazes at Meng Chao, Leaf, Spider, and the other people who looked normal.
Some of them even swung their tails and used the tip of their tails to swipe at their throats to tell them that they would not be able to live for long.
Some of them sighed and wondered why they were so unlucky and did not run into a "perfect" opponent like Meng Chao.
The black-haired and black-eyed man had to support others every few steps he took. He panted harshly and coughed a few times. He looked even more fragile than blood.
If he were really in the arena, he might not even need to attack. The roars from the audience alone would be enough to scare him to the point that he would piss his pants.
The derisive gazes made Meng Chao even more curious.
Just what had happened in the history of the Turan civilization that caused such a huge decline and even a fault in their civilization?
From being able to create a superweapon like the "Totem Armor", and using advanced biotechnology to build a magnificent military building like the "Arena" with the Datura Tree as a pillar.
They turned into a bunch of idiots with brawn but no brains.
They only knew how to use the size of their muscles to determine the strength of their opponents?
It has to be known that when a person reached a certain level of cultivation, the increase in their fighting strength by simply increasing their muscles would be very small.
Instead, if they were too big, they would drag down their speed and agility. They would also use up a lot of energy, which would become a fatal problem.
To put it bluntly, if they were deformed and swollen with muscles, the chances of them being sniped or shot by shrapnel in a battlefield filled with bullets were much higher compared to other people.
If they were bigger and stronger, the dinosaurs would not have gone extinct, and the stupid elephant would have been the king of land battles.
If they did not understand such a simple logic, the Turan people were really regressing as they lived. It was no wonder then why they could not win the war in the Other World and even dragged Dragon Citizens down with them.
While Meng Chao was thinking about this, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little off.
The temperature instantly dropped by more than ten degrees. A thin layer of frost appeared on his eyebrows, and he could not help but shudder.
He looked up and saw that Ice Storm was fighting against a muscular man with two super heavy spiked maces. They were the ones he had looked down on just now, and they looked like they were ready to jump at each other.
However, this person had a total of three hundred ratfolk servant soldiers behind him. They were strong, and it was clear that they were much richer than Ice Storm's group.
The Ice Storm could only glare angrily and gnash his teeth, but he couldn't do anything to this arrogant Elephant Warrior.
"He's the other trump card of Blood Skull Coliseum, Savage Hammer. Mister Ice Storm lost to this guy in the last group fight."
Leaf stood behind Meng Chao and whispered the news he had just heard. "But I heard that this guy didn't win with his strength. Instead, he gave his servant soldiers really powerful medicine so that they wouldn't be afraid of pain and death. That's how he managed to win against Mister Ice Storm and obtained the chance to command more servant soldiers."
"Is that so?"
Meng Chao's mind raced, and he said, "Does Mister Ice Storm not have any powerful medicine?"
"No."
Leaf shook his head and said, "Savage Hammer is a native of Black Horn City. He comes from a very powerful family among the elephant people, so he naturally has all sorts of ways to get more resources and medicine.
"Mister Ice Storm is an outsider without any background, and she doesn't want to join a powerful family in Black Horn City through the Blood Bestowment Ritual. Lord Casava Bloody Hoof, who has been supporting her all this time, is already impatient. He wants her to lose the last group fight, so there's no way he would help her get powerful medicine."
"I see. Looks like our mister isn't doing very well!"
Meng Chao smiled faintly. He did not think much of it.
At that moment, Savage Hammer and Ice Storm ended their confrontation.
Wildhammer seemed to have said something, and then he laughed and swaggered away with his hundreds of servant soldiers.
But Ice Storm was so angry that he trembled. He walked back with a livid face, and with each step he took, a sharp ice flower appeared.
"What happened, Mister Ice Storm?"
When Meng Chao saw Ice Storm's furious expression, he knew that she was not just trying to sow discord with words.
Just as he expected, Ice Storm dragged him to the side. With a dark expression, she said to him, "There's indeed a problem. Our opponent has been changed. He's a Wild Boar from the Iron Skin Family. That guy isn't a professional gladiator!"
"Um …"
Meng Chao did not understand. "So?"
"So?"
Ice Storm raised her voice. "Why don't you know anything?!"
Meng Chao blinked innocently.
He just wanted to cut down the melons and vegetables so that he could sneak out to investigate, destroy, steal, kill, and set things on fire.
Indeed, he did not understand the difference between these 'melons' and 'vegetables'.
When Ice Storm saw how Meng Chao was sometimes smart and sometimes confused, she could not help but want to reach out her paw to scratch him.
She suppressed her anger and explained it to Meng Chao patiently.
Three days ago, when she informed Ice Storm, the opponent arranged for them was a professional gladiator.
It sounded very powerful, but in the entire Blood Skull Arena, which gladiator could be stronger than trump cards like Hailstorm and Wildhammer?
Besides, most of the gladiators who participated in the thirty-man team battle were losers in the hundred-man team battle.
Everyone's training and commanding abilities were about the same. The servant soldiers were also selected from the red-eyed rat people in the dungeon. There was not much difference in all aspects. Ice Storm was still very confident that with their powerful individual fighting strength, they could win this battle.
She did not expect that a challenger would suddenly come in.
And it was a member of the Iron Skin Family, the strongest among the Wild Boars.
The four pillars of the Blood Hoof Clan were the Minotaurs, Wild Boars, Wild Elephantmen, and Centaurs.
Among them, the Wild Boars did not have the powerful charging power of the Minotaurs, nor did they have the sturdy body of the Wild Elephantmen. They also did not have the long-range attack ability of the Centaurs, which was rare among the high-level orcs.
The reason why they were able to dominate Black Corner City was because of one word — violent!
The Wild Boar Warriors who went berserk dared to bare their upper bodies and charge at the Golden Lionman who wore totemic armor.
And the Iron Skin Family was the most powerful existence among the Wild Boars.
To the Wild Boars, the Iron Skin Family was just like how the Blood Hoof Family was to the Minotaurs.
They were both the peerless strongest family, and they were even the soul of the entire race.
They came from a rich family that had been around for one thousand years. Even if they were new members who had just gone through their coming of age ceremony and were not famous, they were much more difficult to deal with than professional gladiators.
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