The Blood Skull Coliseum, which could accommodate fifty to eighty thousand people, was filled to the brim.
When the Ice Storm Squad entered the arena, all the spectators sank into a moment of shock and silence.
They had just heard a rumor that two squads who were about to fight had met each other in Glory Hall beforehand and got into a conflict.
To be honest, prematurely fighting was never news in the Colosseum.
In the past, there were cases where the victor was decided before the fight even started.
But one side was beaten up by the other and had to flee like a rat. This was explosive news that no one dared to believe.
Besides, the one who was fleeing like a rat was the squad led by the Ice Queen, Ice Storm.
The Turanians could lose, but they could also die.
But how could he flee without even going to the real battlefield?
All the spectators were incredibly angry.
It was especially so for the former supporters of the Ice Storm Squad. They felt a deep sense of defeat and betrayal.
All of them booed the loudest at their former trump card.
However, Meng Chao and the others strode forward with their heads held high. Their grand entrance stunned the tens of thousands of spectators.
The fighting spirit that was released from their bodies shot into the clouds. No matter how they looked at it, they did not look like cowardly rats who had been chased around by someone else.
The spectators looked at each other at a loss and asked with their gazes, "Did something go wrong? How could the Ice Storm Squad run away? Did they get mixed up with other squads?"
But when they observed the Ice Storm Squad's appearance and saw Meng Chao's weakness, Ye Ye's thinness, the spider's wrinkles, and the swollen faces of the other wild rat servant soldiers, they instantly realized that they were right. In all of Blood Skull Coliseum, no, in all of Black Corner City, no, in all of Turanze, they would not be able to find another squad as strange as this one!
"The news is correct. They were beaten up badly just now, and now they're running away!"
"It's fine if they lost, but they don't even dare to fight. They're screaming while being chased by someone, and they still have the guts to swagger into the arena?"
"Kill these cowards! They've tarnished the honor of the arena and the ancestral spirits!"
The spectators, who had been silent for a short moment, instantly erupted in an uproar that was ten times stronger than before.
Many spectators could not wait for the match to end. They took out beast-catching ropes, round stones, short darts, and other things from their pockets and threw them towards the arena.
If it weren't for the Minotaur Warriors from the Bloody Hoof Family who were responsible for maintaining order, many people in the audience would've jumped onto the arena to teach these 'rats of rats and scum of Turanians' a lesson!
There were even more spectators at the back of the auditorium. They were too far away, and it was difficult for them to vent their anger with the beast-catching ropes and round stones. They could only shout the name of the opponent of the Hailstorm at the top of their lungs.
"Kill them, Stinger!"
"Kill these scum, Stinger!"
"Go, Stinger, bring out the spirit of the Iron Skin Family and crush these cowardly rats in one go!"
"Stinger! Stinger! Stinger! "
Tens of thousands of desperate roars congregated into a tsunami and surged into the brain of the young boar warrior. He, who had never seen such a great battle before, felt as if he were riding on the clouds, as if he were an immortal.
The Wild Boar Warrior named 'Stinger' was a pure-blooded member of the Iron Skin Family. His parents were 100% Wild Boar Warriors.
The 'Iron Skin' that came from his paternal line made his flesh that was as tough as armor emit a layer of vague metallic luster.
The porcupine characteristics that came from his mother's side also caused clusters of extremely sharp and hard steel needles to grow on the surface of his iron skin. When he flew into a rage, the steel needles would stand up, and literally, his entire body would be covered in weapons.
Young and vigorous, he desired to command more warriors and servants in the Battle of Glory and win greater glory for his family.
So, he needed to make a name for himself, and he needed a big enough stepping stone …
The Hailstorm was the perfect stepping stone that his mother had chosen for him through her connections.
"The opponent is very strong, and you won't be able to defeat him easily."
Before the battle, his mother had warned him again and again, "Fortunately, this is a team battle, and you have the most outstanding servant soldiers of the Iron Skin Family. The other party's servant soldiers are just a bunch of weak mobs.
"So, as long as you can withstand the attack of the Hailstorm and let your servant soldiers kill all of the other party's servant soldiers, the adjudicator will announce your victory, and you will win the title of 'Defeating Trump Card'!"
That was the plan.
As for 'withstanding the attack of the Hailstorm', it wasn't too much of a problem for the orthodox members of the Iron Skin Family who had the 'Iron Skin' and were known for their defense.
However, the fanatical cheers of tens of thousands of spectators made Stinger dizzy.
He suddenly had the illusion that 'I can defeat the Hailstorm fair and square'.
'Actually, the Hailstorm isn't as powerful as the rumors say, right?'
The young Wild Boar Warrior thought to himself. 'If she's really that powerful, why did she protest to the adjudicator just now and look like she's afraid of fighting me?
'Also, her servant soldiers are too weak.'
'Although they've only been trained for a few days, they're all carefully selected by her. In the end, they're just a bunch of extremely weak trash. From this, it can be seen that the Hailstorm's judgment isn't that good.
"That's right. He's already lost three matches in a row in the team battle. How strong can he be?
"I don't need to rely on the adjudicator, I can defeat her!"
The cheers of the spectators were like magma, flowing into Stinger's ears and into his eyes, nostrils, and throat.
It made every pore on his body spurt out hot streams of excitement.
This hot stream blurred his vision, messed up his hearing, and interfered with his thoughts, leaving only one scene in his mind — he stood proudly in the middle of the arena, stepping on the Hailstorm, who was covered in bruises and had fainted. He raised his arms high, enjoying the cheers of tens of thousands of spectators and the true victory!
An old and feeble Minotaur Warrior was riding a giant eagle with a bridle and saddle, hovering above the arena.
He blew a horn that looked like a scimitar, and from midair, he threw a spear down to the center of the arena.
The spear accurately pierced the arena. The cracks caused by the bombardment of countless gladiators trembled as it stuck there.
At the end of the spear, the glorious flag representing the Blood Hoof Clan suddenly fluttered in the wind under the shocking collision of the two sides.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The hundreds of war drums around the arena sounded again.
Stinger's gaze passed over the Blood Hoof War Flag and stared at the Hailstorm opposite him.
He realized that the Hailstorm didn't follow the tradition of the clan warriors. She didn't wait for the servant soldiers to fight first before calmly starting the battle between the leading generals.
Instead, she immediately activated the totem armor she was proud of, the Mithril Ripper, and turned into a monster made of silver that was half human and half leopard.
Such a posture didn't make the young Wild Boar Warrior feel the slightest bit of awe.
Instead, it made Stinger feel that the trump card opposite him was guilty.
Otherwise, why would she show her trump card as soon as she entered the arena?
"What an outsider with no sense of honor."
Stinger grinned and widened his eyes. He punched his chest hard, lighting up the shining totem from his heart to his abdomen, from his abdomen to his limbs, and all the way to his fingertips.
Balls of lead-colored liquid metal were secreted from his pores and soon covered every inch of his skin.
With the help of the liquid metal, the blade-like spikes all over his body became even sharper.
From his arms to his back, a total of twenty-four slightly protruding holes spurted out strong air currents, making his arms look like two powerful steam hammers. With a light bump, the impact produced a deafening roar that made the audience's ears ring.
This was the totem armor that the Iron Skin Clan was proud of for thousands of years — the Million Steam Hammer!
Although he didn't know why his family's totem had such a strange name.
But it didn't stop Stinger from having fanatical confidence in his family's totem.
The cheers of the tens of thousands of audience members after seeing the appearance of the Million Steam Hammer made his fighting spirit soar to the extreme.
"Charge! Warriors of the Iron Skin Clan, crush this motley crew in one fell swoop!"
Waving his steam-hammer-like arms, Stinger roared, "If we win this battle, everyone will be rewarded with ten slave soldiers!"
Even cannon fodder had different levels.
The so-called "slave soldiers" were also cannon fodder, but they could receive the master's training and basic equipment. They could also accompany their master and take care of their master's daily needs. For the time being, they could be considered "elite level cannon fodder".
If they performed well, they would have the chance to be promoted from slave soldiers to squire, and then they would be considered as the master's trusted subordinates.
Below the slave soldiers, there were slave soldiers.
They were the purest cannon fodder. They didn't need any training or any equipment. They would be escorted by the supervising team of slave soldiers to attack the enemy's defense line with their bare fists, wasting the enemy's arrows, swords, and strength.
Other than that, slave soldiers had many other uses.
Especially slave soldiers of different genders.
Of course, it didn't matter if they were of the same gender.
The Turanians weren't particular about this.
Most of the time, the sweet moans of the strong sounded more beautiful than the begging of the opposite sex.
Stinger's promise was even more effective than the witch doctor's secret medicine.
The house rat slave soldiers had been chasing after their opponents for a long time in Glory Hall, but they didn't manage to catch them. Instead, they were so tired that they were panting. They had accumulated a lot of anger in them.
At that moment, they howled in excitement.
When they thought about how they could have ten slave soldiers and ten rat people who were even more inferior than them, they could order them around and vent their anger.
The house rat slave soldiers could no longer care about the occasional stabbing pain in their joints and tendons.
All of them followed behind the One Million Steam Hammers and swelled up their muscles to the max. They were like thirty steam hammers that let out creaking sounds as they charged at the wounded Meng Chao, the thin Leaves, the wrinkled Spiders, and the bruised and swollen Wild Rat servant soldiers!
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