Once Meng Chao said this, the wild rat servant soldiers remembered.
Although the house rat soldiers of the Iron Skin Family had indeed charged around aggressively, scaring them to the point that they were trembling with fear, the Iron Skin Family's rat soldiers didn't dare to fight back.
But as long as they followed the breathing and force execution method Meng Chao taught them, dodged left and right, and moved around, they were never caught by the enemy.
Even if they were occasionally punched, after Meng Chao stimulated their flesh and blood, they would instinctively tremble and disperse all the force!
Once the farce ended, they did not feel tired. It was as if they had just gone through a warm-up!
"You're only half the size of your opponents, and the burden on your bodies and the energy you use is also only half of your opponents'. It's only natural that you can last longer than your opponents," Meng Chao said with a smile.
"As for your opponents, they don't understand scientific … logical cultivation methods. They don't care that their joints and tendons are much weaker than their masters and just pile on their muscles.
"Also, I believe that their master, the young master of the Iron Skin Family, who has just passed the coming-of-age ceremony, really wants to make a name for himself in this fight. So, he added a lot of special training to the house rats under his command.
"It would have been better if they didn't go through special training, but when they added all sorts of unreasonable training, the rat soldiers' joints and tendons, which were already worn out, became even more precarious. All of them suffered from different degrees of internal injuries, and cracks that can't be seen with the naked eye appeared.
"Trust me, I might not be able to see through their steel skin, but based on the slight differences in their walking posture before and after they charged forward, I came to this conclusion. It's definitely not wrong.
"Then, the strategy we need to choose is very simple. It can only be described with two words: stall them and hang them.
"The space in the arena is even wider than in Glory Hall. We can hang on to our opponents and run in circles while continuously provoking them to charge at us in a straight line. At the last moment, we can dodge them so that they will have the misconception that if they run any faster, they will break our tendons and bones. Then, without them realizing it, we will keep changing our directions and speed to wear down our opponents' stamina and widen the cracks on their joints and tendons.
"I reckon that in less than fifty sprints, our opponents will start foaming at the mouth and be at our mercy!"
Meng Chao finished speaking and looked at the group confidently.
The group's slightly trembling gazes went past his shoulders and landed on Haifeng, who was behind him.
A volcano made of ice and frost appeared above the head of the Hailstorm.
She had reached the end of her patience!
Did this black-haired, black-eyed fellow know his identity? Did he know who the commander of this team was?
He was actually planning a battle strategy in front of her!
"Reaper!"
The hailstorm popped out its claws from its meaty palms and gnashed its teeth. "Even if you did this to observe the enemy, why didn't you tell me in advance!"
And with my permission!
Do you still have me in your eyes?
"This …"
"I don't think you'll agree to it, Mister Ice Storm. After all, it's too embarrassing."
Hailstorm felt that the iceberg above his head, which was formed by his anger, had cracked.
If it were not for the fact that there were still dozens of gladiators and hundreds of rat people servant soldiers peeping at the corner where they were with great curiosity, she really wanted to pounce on the bold guy without caring about anything and scratch his face. Then, she would strangle his neck and shake him hard. She would then spray ice shards on his face in anger.
"So, you also know that it's very embarrassing to be chased around by others while leading this bunch of weaklings, right? But you still dared to do this?! The people you threw away are all my people! Who cares who you are as a reaper? This is my team, Hailstorm! "
"Milord, please calm down."
In the face of Hailstorm's murderous gaze, Meng Chao did not know whether he was slow to react or whether he was really confident in his victory, but he said calmly, "I think that you should pay more attention to this Iron Sheet Family's young master's charged up attack."
"Huh?"
Hailstorm wanted to show her true form and pounce on Meng Chao to bite him.
But Meng Chao's bold and imaginative thoughts interfered with her once again.
"Charged up attack?"
She was puzzled. "How would you know what kind of charged up attack this guy will do? You've only seen him once, right? Just now, when we gathered up our servant soldiers!"
"That's right. I've seen him once, and that's enough."
Meng Chao was confident enough to say these words.
Even though he was heavily injured and his strength had fallen to rock bottom,
But after returning from the apocalypse and experiencing so many thrilling bloody battles, the experience of surviving through hundreds of battles was enough for him to instantly see through the depths of a young master soldier who had just stepped out into the world.
"I wonder if you've noticed that this Iron Sheet Family's young master's legs are thicker than those of a normal boar warrior. And there's a bunch of intersecting tendons behind his legs," Meng Chao said.
"Based on the degree of his flesh swelling up and his overall bone structure, it's impossible for him to train these two huge tendons just to support his body and perform normal tactical movements. There's no need for him to train them.
"I've seen similar tendons on the legs of quite a number of monsters … totem beasts. Without exception, all of these totem beasts have a terrifying charging skill. When they're charging, they can increase their speed to another level even though they've already reached the limit!"
Hailstorm was dumbfounded.
He could tell his attack pattern just by looking at the two huge tendons behind his legs?
How was that possible?!
"Honestly, we can use this to our advantage."
Meng Chao ignored Hailstorm's gaze and the claws that had popped out. "If we're professional gladiators who know each other's skills and know each other's trump cards, they'll be even more careful when they attack. They won't easily use major moves that require charging up power and have a cooldown time.
"And our opponent is a young master who longs to become famous in one battle and easily becomes hot-headed. We also appeared weak just now, which gave him the misconception that victory is in sight.
"He's confident that he's never shown his face in the coliseum. Once he seizes the chance, he might take a risk and use this charged up attack to try and win the fight beautifully.
"My suggestion is that Leaf, Spider, and I should lead the others to run in circles and stare at the enemy's rat soldiers.
"Of course, we'll look like we've thrown away our armor and suffered a crushing defeat so that our opponent and the audience will laugh.
"Then, Lady Hailstorm will pretend to be exasperated and be in a hurry to end the fight with the young master of the Iron Skin Family before all the servant soldiers die.
"If you want to end the fight quickly, it's normal for you to show openings when you're impatient.
"As long as your opponent finds openings and charges up his attack, Lady Hailstorm will be prepared for it, and you'll naturally have one hundred ways to get rid of your opponent.
"At that time, the enemy's servant rats will be foaming at the mouth because of our attacks. We'll turn around and use thunderous attacks to destroy your opponent's fighting spirit in one go.
"I think that once their master is heavily injured, the exhausted servant rats won't be able to last for long before they break down."
Hailstorm sucked in a deep breath.
The rage in his head had all turned into an incomparably chaotic state of mind.
In the beginning, when Meng Chao said that he had a way to make this team, which had been put together at the last minute and had only been trained for five days, win without being injured, she thought that this mysterious person was just trying to shock them again.
But after she listened to his strategy carefully, Hailstorm subconsciously began to think about the feasibility of putting this strategy into action.
Such a "subconscious reaction" made the Snow Leopard Warrior shiver.
Meng Chao was just a rat man who was covered in injuries and could not even walk properly.
Yet, he treated an ace gladiator and a noble young master as chess pieces.
No, not chess pieces, but puppets with strings all over their bodies.
In fact, even the tens of thousands of spectators had been included in his calculations.
This was not a gladiator fight.
Instead, it was a puppet show that was completely controlled by his will, and the ending was already set!
"You —"
Hailstorm was dazed. She could not help but ask, "Who are you? Are you the most terrifying demon king in the Abyss of Eternal Night?"
But Meng Chao interrupted her in time and said with a smile, "Madam Hailstorm, please believe me, I also want to go to the arena with you. I will not joke around with my life.
"After all, there are still many places I have not been to, many things I have not done, and many people I have not seen.
"I will not die in this place!"
…
Just like usual.
Hailstorm was once again convinced by Meng Chao in a daze.
She did not know how she managed to get through the preparation time under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
Even the tunnel from Glory Hall to the main arena, which she was used to taking, seemed to be extremely long. No matter how she walked, she could not finish it.
Finally, she reached the end of the tunnel. When she saw a piercing light and a thick stench of blood, Hailstorm heard a tsunami of cheers.
They were boos.
It was a booing directed at her.
Hailstorm had finally calmed down, but now, she was shocked again.
Oh my ancestors!
She had been fighting in the Blood Skull Arena for two years. From the "mud challenge" at the bottom level, to the time when she was qualified to go to the main arena, she had never been booed by so many people!
Even when she lost all three battles in the team battle and caused a large number of supporters to lose everything, there were still many die-hard fans who did not leave her side.
But now, it seemed that the entire Blood Skull Arena was cheering for her opponent, and they were using the most excessive profanity to show their disdain for her.
"What happened in Glory Hall must have spread to the audience," Hailstorm thought in despair.
Hailstorm thought in despair. "Now, everyone knows that my team was scared away by our opponents before they even stepped onto the stage. They chased after us like chickens flying and dogs jumping around!"
For the first time since she became a gladiator, she stood at the exit of the tunnel in confusion. She did not know how to take the last step.
"You are not clowns for people to entertain you, and you are not fighting for the audience that you do not know. If that is the case, whether the audience cheers, mocks, or curses, what does it have to do with you?"
At that moment, Meng Chao's calm voice came from behind Hailstorm again. "Remember, a person does not need anyone's approval or support to decide whether he is right or wrong. As long as you believe that you are right and that you will win, even if there are billions of people mocking you, opposing you, and stopping you, what does it matter?
"You just need to take a step forward with your left foot, and then your right foot. Just like that, step by step, you will finish the whole journey.
Hailstorm was stunned.
In this second, two bright flames blossomed on her snow-white cheeks.
The next second, she was a little angry.
She thought that Meng Chao saw through her dilemma and comforted her.
She was about to fly into a rage when she realized that Meng Chao was comforting Leaf, Spider, and all the wild rat servant soldiers.
After all, it was the first time Leaf and the others went to the arena and fought fiercely under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of clan warriors.
They were greeted with unprecedented, overwhelming cheers.
It was inevitable that their joints would stiffen, their faces would turn pale, and they would not even know how to walk.
"It's fine. It's normal. I was the same when I went to the battlefield for the first time. If you really can't do it, just think about the things that are important to you and are worth risking your lives to protect."
Meng Chao smiled and continued, "Do you know why I didn't choose those muscular men but chose you?
"Because compared to those muscular men whose eyes are empty and whose minds are only filled with killing and being killed, there is still light in your eyes. You also have … the things you want to pursue and protect.
"I don't know what you want to pursue and protect.
"I only know that you should fight for the light in your eyes and for the things you want to protect even at the cost of your lives, not for these audience that are as noisy as flies!"
The last sentence made the wild rat servant soldiers all laugh.
As she laughed, Leaf remembered her mother who held mandala soup, her older brother who taught her martial arts, and An Jia, whose whereabouts were unknown.
The Spider thought of the woman and the little ones.
The Ice Storm and the other Wild Rat Soldiers also saw different but equally shining images in front of their eyes.
As they laughed, their eyes shone with laughter.
Dozens of lights were like dozens of golden blades that tore apart the cheers that came from all directions.
Meng Chao and Hailstorm looked at each other.
This time, the snow leopard female warrior no longer had anger, indignation, or doubt in her eyes.
There was only faint gratitude, and she was a little embarrassed.
"Go, warriors of Turan who came from the galaxy, ruled the land, and were blessed by the souls of our ancestors. For —"
Hailstorm raised her arms and shouted the traditional greeting for gladiators before they went to the arena.
In a traditional greeting, the last line should be "for glory".
But after hesitating for a moment, she sucked in a deep breath and changed it. "For the things you want and protect with your lives!"
And so, amidst a brand new congratulatory speech and the boos of tens of thousands of spectators, this Wild Rat Battle Squad, who looked like a crooked melon that had just been chased around the arena in the Hall of Glory, strode onto the stage with their chests puffed out!
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