The gladiator himself was not the biggest problem.
When it came to fighting alone, Hailstorm was not afraid of any opponent.
The problem was the servant soldiers.
The servant soldiers on Hailstorm's side had been put together in just five days.
Challengers from rich families had trained their servant soldiers for many years. They were well-trained and had good fighting skills.
In the Turan language, rat people were also divided into wild rats and house rats.
People like Ye lived in a small mountain village far away from Black Corner City. Although it was a remote and desolate village, it was also far away from the Emperor and was not directly managed by the clan masters. Normally, as long as they paid enough Datura Fruits as a "blood tax", they would be able to live a carefree life. Black Corner City would not care about their life or death.
However, Blackhorn City was still a glorious city with a population of several million.
If they wanted to maintain the daily operations of such a city, they needed countless workers, laborers, and slaves.
Many of the dirty and tiring jobs that did not help increase their fighting strength were not something the masters with the blood of glory could do.
Hence, there were many rat people living in Black Corner City that were many times more than the clan warriors.
Since they lived under the eyes of the masters, they naturally had their own masters.
They could be considered "house rats".
Many military nobles kept "house rats" that were ten times more than their masters.
Aside from being laborers, they would also be trained as servant soldiers to serve their masters.
Many of the house rats had been passed down from generation to generation, and since hundreds of years ago, they had been serving a certain master.
They were loyal and devoted to their master and were deeply trusted by their master.
Even though the clan warriors could not teach the "house rat servant soldiers" how to use strength and fight skills with all their heart, these "house rats" had been following their masters all year round.
However, these "house rats" had been following their master all year round. Under the influence of what they saw and heard, they would definitely learn more than young men like Ye, who grew up in the depths of the wilderness.
Besides, the "house rats" ate better than the wild rats.
The leftovers that slipped through their masters' fingers and the bones of totem beasts contained more spirit energy than more than one hundred Mandala Fruits.
The key was cooperation.
Many of the rat servant soldiers who followed the same master were childhood friends.
Their teamwork was naturally much better than that of the wild rats, who had only gotten to know each other half a month ago and formed a team five days ago.
"It must be Casafa's doing. He just doesn't want to see me win even one match!"
Hailstorm was furious.
But it couldn't be helped. The so-called gladiatorial fights were entertainment for the entire Tulan Civilization.
The audience was not just an audience.
As long as one's blood boiled and they went berserk, anyone could enter the arena and challenge the gladiators.
The other spectators would only cheer for the challenger's courage and happily participate in a new round of bets.
He wouldn't care if there were any schemes or schemes involved.
To the young challenger from the Iron Sheet Family, the Hailstorm was the best opponent.
Because the Five Clans Battle Royale was about to begin.
At this critical juncture, all the nobles who weren't famous had to think of ways to make a name for themselves.
Only when he was famous enough could the clan hand over more slave soldiers to him.
Only then would the warriors from other races submit to him and listen to his orders willingly.
Defeating the strong in the coliseum was naturally the best way to make a name for himself.
As the trump card of the Blood Skull Coliseum, the Hailstorm had a great reputation.
And since she was not good at commanding, she seemed to be a pushover who would easily lose in a group fight.
Even if the nobleman from the Iron Sheet Family was not as strong as the Hailstorm.
But as long as he could withstand the storm of attacks from the Hailstorm, his well-trained and well-coordinated "house rats" would be able to defeat or even slaughter the "wild rats" on the Hailstorm's side, who looked like a motley crew and were lax in teamwork.
There was a high chance that the adjudicator would announce the nobleman's victory and the Hailstorm's defeat.
Then, he would achieve his goal of making a name for himself in one battle.
In fact, he would have the right to change his name to "the person who defeated the Hailstorm" or something like that according to the Tulan customs.
His mind raced. When he realized that he had not only been set up by Casafa, but was also treated as a stepping stone by the nobleman, there was no way the Hailstorm would not fly into a rage and tremble in anger.
But Meng Chao remained calm.
He even yawned lazily.
No one knew just how terrifying these seemingly normal people were better than him, who had personally created Leaf, Spider, and the other wild rat servant soldiers.
He relayed the news to Leaf and the others.
He did not expect that Leaf and the others, including the experienced and level-headed Spider, would become agitated.
"It's those house rats!" Leaf and the others gritted their teeth, and their eyes turned bloodshot.
"Huh?"
This time, it was Meng Chao's turn to be stunned. "What sort of grudge do you have against those house rats? Why is the hair on the back of your heads standing up when you hear their names?"
"Of course, those house rats are the most despicable!"
Leaf clenched his fists and said, "We live in villages far away from Black Corner City, and there's no one who doesn't hate them!"
Through Leaf's explanation, Meng Chao learned that the conflict between the house rats and wild rats had been going on for a long time, and the grudge between them ran deep.
During the prosperous era, even though the "blood tax" was very heavy, the clan warriors usually did not directly target the rat people, and tormented them for fun.
They ordered the rat people to pay a large amount of blood tax, so many of them fell to their deaths or died of exhaustion while picking mandala fruits.
Or they forced the rat people to go deep into the mountains and forests to attract totem beasts so that it would be easier for the clan masters to hunt.
These were all very normal things.
However, torturing the rat people and bullying the weak did not bring joy to the clan warriors.
Instead, it was a form of humiliation, and it might cause the ancestral spirits to be displeased.
In the eyes of the clan warriors, the rat people were small bugs.
In the eyes of the strong, there should not be any bugs.
But the "house rats" were different.
The rat people living in Black Corner City and the rat people living in the remote areas should be the same kind.
But the rat people in Black Corner City always felt that they had scars left on their bodies from being whipped by their masters. Every now and then, they could eat the leftovers left by their masters, so they felt that they were superior to others.
They were taught a lesson by their masters in Black Corner City, and they had to serve their masters day and night while trembling in fear. Once they had the chance to leave Black Corner City, they received their masters' orders to carry out a mission in the "wild rat" village, and they would not let go of any chance to indulge their nature and vent to their heart's content.
If their masters wanted to collect one thousand Mandala Fruits, they would dare to ask for three thousand or even five thousand. Even if they could not eat even half of them after they were shipped back to Black Corner City and fed to pigs and dogs until they rotted away, it was none of their business.
If their masters wanted to recruit ten coolies to work in the forge in Black Corner City, they would dare to ask for thirty from the village. They would insist on all the villagers kneeling down and begging them to fulfill all of their excessive and even perverted requests. Only then would they be "merciful" and reduce the number of coolies from thirty to twenty.
When their masters went into the mountains to hunt, they needed the rat people to lure out the totem beasts. Originally, they didn't have any special requests. It didn't matter if a few old men who had lost all their teeth came, they would just be sending themselves to death.
These "house rats" with twisted minds insisted on the village handing over children under ten years old, saying that children had soft skin and tender flesh, and could lure out the totem beasts faster.
This was the so-called "King of Hell is easy, but the little ghosts are hard to deal with".
Mentioning these "house rats" that used the tiger's might to intimidate them, there wasn't a single "wild rat" that didn't hate them to the point of itching.
What made the wild rats the most furious was that the massacre of their village was inextricably linked to these "house rats".
The clan warriors lived in Black Corner City and other large clans' cities all year round, so they weren't familiar with the environment of the poor and remote villages. They also didn't know how many soldiers and coolies could be found in a small village located in a valley.
But the "house rats" that often came to the village to collect taxes and catch laborers knew everything.
Therefore, when the datura flower bloomed and Black Corner City issued the "Great Conscription Order", these "house rats" acted as the vanguard and entered the village to announce the master's decree to the wild rats.
These fellows were usually domineering and arrogant to the extreme.
With the "Great Conscription Order" on their backs, they were even more arrogant. As soon as they entered the village, they caused a ruckus, wishing they could squeeze every last drop of oil from the "wild rats" bones.
The "wild rats" couldn't bear it any longer, so they inevitably clashed with the "house rats".
The fleeing "house rats" returned to the clan warriors. In order to cover up their incompetence, they added oil and vinegar to complain, claiming that these wild rats were greedy for life, afraid of death, and weak things. They couldn't bring any glory to the clan. Instead, they would only waste less and less food, which was becoming more and more precious.
"My village was destroyed by the house rats of the" Iron Skin Family ", who lured in the wild boar warriors."
The spider said with an expressionless face.
Her pupils shrunk to the size of a needle tip, but faintly reddened.
"Me too!"
"My family too!"
A few more rat people servants stood up. Their throats were as hoarse as if they had swallowed a burning charcoal.
The ferocious reputation of the Iron Skin Family and the Wild Boar Warriors could be seen clearly.
Even though they were filled with unforgettable hatred toward the house rats that used the tiger's might to intimidate others and the infamous Wild Boar Warriors …
But the strength and fierceness of their opponents still caused the rat people, who had been temporarily put together, to feel great pressure.
Regardless of whether it was Leaf, who had been reborn, or the spider, who was a veteran hunter, they felt their fingertips go numb and tremble. They felt as if they were not under their control.
But Meng Chao smiled.
"Isn't this good?"
He swept his gaze over the twenty-nine "wild rats", including Leaf, and said faintly, "To take revenge on the bastards who usually bully you, look down on you, enslave you, exploit you, kill your family, destroy your home, and forever ride on your heads and your children's heads. Isn't fighting for this reason much more enjoyable and exciting than a simple circus?"
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