The enormous Blood Skull Gladiator Arena instantly became deathly silent.
The hailstorm knocking down Poison Sting was just a bolt of lightning. It might have been a little shocking, but it was not something that was rare.
The seemingly thin wild rat boy had used his battle-axe to send the house rat captain who was several times larger than him flying in a violent manner. It was like a magnitude ten earthquake that was rarely seen in a hundred years.
But the earthquake was not over yet.
Under tens of thousands of dumbfounded gazes, Leaf's angry roar sounded the horn for his counterattack.
The wild rats, who had been panicking and fleeing with their hands over their heads just now, brought out the skills Meng Chao had taught them over the past few days. With anger burning in them, they used the One Hundred Saber Techniques, and like hungry tigers pouncing on sheep, they charged at the dumbfounded house rats.
The house rats of the Poison Stinger Guild finally paid the price for their arrogance.
During the continuous charge just now, the tendons and joints in their legs had been subjected to too much pressure that surpassed their limits. Swollen and cracks appeared on their skin.
Perhaps if they could win the fight quickly and immediately rest before applying medicine to their wounds, the swollen and cracks would slowly disappear.
But when Leaf and the others launched a fierce counterattack and their leader was heavily injured, they were just like Broken Teeth. They were terrified, and they were exhausted. They could no longer hold back the pain from their tendons and joints, and they felt as if needles were stabbing them.
Caught off guard, the dozen or so "house mice" who still maintained their charging stance were cut down by the "wild mice" like mandala trees that had been struck by lightning and snapped.
The remaining house rats were all dumbfounded. They broke out in cold sweat and shuddered.
They looked at Broken Teeth, whose shoulder blade had exploded, and his upper body had been practically cut in half.
They looked at Poison Sting, whose chest was covered in icicles and who could not fight back at all.
They also saw more than ten of his companions rolling on the ground and wailing in pain.
They were at a loss. They did not know whether they should continue charging forward or save their master and companions. Some of them even decided to flee.
Morale, which was formed by pure strength, would definitely shatter and disappear the moment it ran into an even stronger force.
Due to the might of the Iron Skin Family, none of the rat soldiers dared to abandon their masters and jump off the stage.
But everyone in the audience could see from their horrified expressions that their souls had long since escaped without a trace. What was left on the stage was merely a body waiting to be harvested.
On the other hand, Leaf, Spider, and the other "wild rats", who had been covering their heads and scurrying like rats, seemed to have been reborn and looked brand new.
They waved their bloodstained weapons, and the light in their eyes exploded, but it was not inferior to the clan warriors who were born with glory!
"Wuuu —"
The horn that represented "deciding the winner" was blown very hastily.
Banners decorated with seven-colored feathers, iron hooves, and big horns fluttered high on the side of the ice storm.
The referee of this battle, Casava Bloodhoof, wore his totemic armor, "Lava Fury", and anxiously jumped onto the arena.
He had no choice but to be anxious.
Because the ice storm had already grabbed Stinger's neck and lifted the young wild boar warrior high into the air.
At the end of the right arm of the "Mithril Ripper", five claws were pressed together, and frost condensed into an icicle that looked like a knight's spear.
It was aimed at the connection between the helmet and the breastplate of the "Million Steam Hammer", where the throat was vital.
"Ice storm, stop! You've already won!"
Casava was both shocked and angry.
Originally, it was normal for a few gladiators to die in the arena.
Even if they were members of the Iron Skin Family, they had to be prepared to stain the sand with blood when they voluntarily walked onto the arena.
But this battle, where the opponent was replaced at the last minute, was personally arranged by Casava.
He was also the one who promised Stinger's mother that the young wild boar warrior would definitely make a grand entrance and become famous after this battle.
Even if he was a member of the infamous Bloodhoof Family.
He did not want to easily incur the wrath of the Iron Skin Family.
At this moment, Casava could not be more regretful.
He should have guessed that the ice storm wouldn't give in so easily.
How could he be stupid enough to think that this wild and unruly Snow Leopard Warrior would give up on her desire for victory?
The ice storm coldly swept a glance at Casava.
In the end, she didn't kill him.
She split the icicle into five claws covered in frost again and grabbed Stinger's breastplate. With a forceful tug, she tore off a large piece of the breastplate of the "Million Steam Hammer".
Stinger's bloody chest no longer had any cover.
As long as the ice storm was willing, she could freeze and shatter his heart in the blink of an eye.
This was the most complete and perfect victory!
The breastplate that had been torn off seemed to have a life of its own. Lead gray metal threads crawled out of the uneven edges and shook hard like flagella, as if they were searching for other parts of the Million Steam Hammer and trying to meld back into it.
The sharp claws of the Mithril Ripper, on the other hand, spurted out streams of freezing air and completely froze the torn breastplate.
The ice storm lifted the frozen fragment of the "Million Steam Hammer" high and showed off her spoils of war to the tens of thousands of spectators in the area. She let out a roar that sounded like the angry howls of the northern wind to vent the joy of her counterattack.
The spectators fell silent for a moment.
Then, cheers that were ten times louder than the ones just now erupted.
All the spectators stood up. Their faces turned red, their veins popped, and their blood boiled because of the sudden turn of events and the counterattack.
"Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm! "
"Trump card! Trump card! Trump card! "
"The Eternal Ice Queen, the Eternal Trump Card, you are the strongest!"
Amid the raging cheers, Leaf, Spider, and the "wild rats" helped Meng Chao up, whose wounds had been torn open by the ripples from the fight between the two totemic warriors. He was in a terrible state again, and they hugged him tightly.
"We won! Harvester, we won!"
The young rat man looked as if he had entered a beautiful dream. He could not believe his eyes, and he cried tears of joy. "Listen, all the spectators are cheering for us. These high and mighty masters are cheering for us rat men!"
"That's right, we won."
Meng Chao smiled and rubbed Leaf's head. "But it's fine if they're cheering for us. These people can use the most vicious words to mock and curse us, but in the next moment, they can use their cheers to praise us to the skies. Then, in the next moment, they can still smash us from the clouds into the abyss.
"Remember, we're not fighting for these cheap cheers.
"They can cheer or mock us all they want, but we have a journey that we must complete even if we have to risk our lives.
"On our journey of conquest, those 'high and mighty masters of the clans' are just a few flies!"
…
Meng Chao was sent to the infirmary.
He had to admit that even though the social strata in the Tulan civilization were very clear, and the warriors oppressed the rat men really harshly and did not care about the lives of the rat men at all.
But as long as the rat men showed astonishing strength and courage, they would receive the corresponding treatment and rewards.
Meng Chao was just a rat man, but he was dragged into a fierce battle between two totem warriors. He felt as if he was torn apart by two storms at the same time, but he did not die. Naturally, he had obtained the acknowledgment and blessing of the ancestral spirits, and he had the right to continue living.
Hence, under the strong request of the ice storm and the urging of tens of thousands of spectators, Casafa had to order the witch doctors in Blood Skull Coliseum to save this "respectable warrior" at all costs.
In truth, Meng Chao's injuries were not as bad as they seemed.
Even though his fighting strength was still at Earth Realm …
After all, he had the fighting instincts of someone at the peak of Heaven Realm.
Besides, he had already trained more than one hundred basic skills, including the three basic force execution methods, to Ultimate Level.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that right now, even if he plucked a strand of his leg hair, it would be a fatal weapon.
Once he predicted the attack and defense routes of the two totem warriors, there was no way he would be dragged into the destructive storm stirred up by the totem armor.
However, as a "rat man", if he fell into the middle of two rampaging totem warriors, it would not be good if he did not get covered in wounds and die.
And after his old wounds burst open and he bled profusely, if he activated the powerful regeneration ability of his cells so that his wounds could heal quickly and he could jump around, it would be even worse.
Besides, Casafa Bloody Hoof had said that he would save him at all costs.
If he did not gobble down three bowls, no, three basins, no, three vats of medicine that did not cost anything, he would be letting down all the brain cells he had used to command the battle.
Besides, he could also use the chance to observe the medical environment, facilities, and technology of the Tulan civilization so that he could gather more information!
Just as Meng Chao expected, the Tulan civilization had medical technology that far surpassed that of the era of the ancient races.
In truth, the term "medical room" was just like "locomotive" and "million steam hammers". It sounded very suspicious, and it did not sound like something that a group of high-grade orcs with axes and maces could come up with.
The medical room had been in disrepair for a long time. The double doors could only be opened and closed with a capstan and chains, but they had two sliding rails and a seam that was even thinner than a strand of hair.
This made Meng Chao suspect that a long time ago, this should have been a double airtight door, and there was a negative pressure sterile room behind it.
The various facilities in the infirmary also confirmed his speculation.
On the ceiling, he found a rusty contraption that was covered in Datura leaves.
Based on its silver, curved surface, it looked like a medical device like a shadowless lamp.
Of course, the light bulbs had long since shattered and disappeared. In their place were oil lamps with complicated smoke extraction devices.
Beneath the shadowless lamp was a medical device that was similar to a multifunctional operating table. It had been installed there.
There were also intricate grooves that extended from the remains of the operating table all the way to the inside of the wall.
Meng Chao believed that these grooves were originally used to fix wires, optical cables, or other similar equipment that could transmit information and energy.
But now, the witch doctors of the Bloody Hoof Tribe had covered them in spices made from totem beast fat and all sorts of suspicious red liquid. They released a faint fragrance and a pungent stench of blood.
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