Usually, the outdoor arena was always in full swing, like a burning furnace. But at this moment, the cold wind was howling and everything was frozen.
Not only was the blood flowing freely on the arena frozen into red icicles, icicles, and ice clusters.
Even the colorful flags that should have been raised high on the edge of the arena to represent victory were covered with frost.
So much so that the flags and decorative feathers hung down heavily, like broken wind chimes.
The adjudicators who should have been waving flags and shouting "the battle is over, the winner has been decided" were shocked and could not make a sound for a long time.
Just like the tens of thousands of spectators at the scene, they were dumbfounded and could not believe that the Ice Storm Battle Team had won a hearty victory in such a crushing way.
Since the last battle of 30 people, the Ice Storm Battle Team had fought back.
Indeed, more and more spectators were optimistic about the Ice Storm Battle Team, believing that they had made up for their biggest shortcoming.
But even the most loyal supporters did not expect that the battle between the two teams of 100 people would be decided in one round.
After all, the opponent of the Ice Storm Battle Team this time was not a powerful warrior like "Poison Sting".
It was the hippopotamus warriors, who were more difficult to deal with than the boar-men.
Their size was not inferior to that of a small elephant, and their bite force was stronger than that of a lion-man or a tiger-man. This made the hippopotamus warriors play the role of an amphibious assault team in the Blood Hoof Army.
Even the irascible boar-men would become polite gentlemen when the hippopotamus warriors opened their bloody mouths and yawned.
When the Ice Storm Battle Team stepped onto the arena, the newly added 70 servant soldiers were not as "ugly" as the last 30 people.
But some of the servant soldiers were missing arms and legs. Even if they were fitted with prosthetic limbs full of sharp blades, they still walked with a limp.
There were also many people who carried branches directly cut from the Datura tree on their shoulders. The forks and leaves on the branches were not cleaned, and they looked like huge brooms.
This inevitably made people not know whether to laugh or cry. They wondered whether they were here to fight or to do their old job of cleaning with big brooms.
However, after the war drums were beaten, the "big brooms" soon showed unexpected power.
The branches of the Mandara Tree were very tough things.
The large tree branches carried over by the Ice Storm team seemed to have been soaked in herbs and ointment.
While it was full of elasticity, its flexibility was raised to the extreme.
When the gigantic Hippo Warrior led his slave soldiers in a charge, the Ice Storm Battle Team placed a dozen huge branches in front of them.
The branches wrapped around the muscular arms and thighs.
In an instant, the charging power that the Hippo Warriors were so proud of was reduced to rock bottom.
As for the remaining members of the Ice Storm Battle Team, they were already prepared.
Some slave warriors clenched their long and thick spears, and tried their best to stab into the branches.
Some of the slave warriors leaped high into the air, swinging their war hammers, axes and maces, and jumped onto the enemies' heads.
Both sides were engaged in a chaotic battle between the Datura Tree's branches.
His vision, figure, and footsteps were all severely disrupted.
However, because the Ice Storm selected servant soldiers based on speed and agility, they were relatively thin and small, and they had prepared a lot of short weapons, including armor-piercing awls.
Naturally, they were less disturbed.
In addition, the Ice Storm's servant soldiers also had explosive power that did not match their size.
Sitting closest to the arena, the distinguished guests who could see the most clearly found that the Ice Storm's servant soldiers seemed to have mastered a new way of exerting force.
Before exerting force, the flesh and blood of their whole body would often tremble like waves.
It was as if there were two forces flowing from the soles of their feet into their calves, and then through the thighs, waist, chest, abdomen, and shoulder blades, all the way into their palms, making the axes, war hammers, maces, and armor-piercing awls vibrate at an extremely high speed.
In the end, the seemingly small and skinny slave warrior could throw an enemy who was three times larger than himself into the air for more than ten arm's distance with a swing of his hammer.
And when the armor-piercing awls stabbed into the enemy's tough leather armor, they did not encounter any obstacles.
This was especially evident in the young man named "Leaf".
He was holding a huge two-handed sword that did not match his slender figure.
But he displayed a set of fierce saber skills that the audience had never heard of.
The huge two-handed sword left a series of afterimages, setting off a destructive storm.
More than a dozen enemies were sent flying, and even the tip of the sword was broken.
The young man still did not look tired. He just pressed his chest lightly and breathed in a very strange rhythm.
Many spectators from the local area were amazed.
They thought that the slender young man's strength could reach the standard of a clan warrior in many villages.
With the slender young man as the vanguard and the thirty veterans as the backbone, the Ice Storm Squad only needed one round of charge to completely defeat their opponents.
However, there was still a long way to go from "completely defeated" to "completely annihilated".
The Turan warriors were definitely not like the cowardly mobs in the Land of Holy Light. They had to rely on a tight formation, the protection of mages, and the illumination of the Holy Light to stimulate the strongest morale.
Even if the formation was broken, the Turan warriors could still fight on their own until the last drop of blood was burned out.
In fact, the more powerful and unrestrained a warrior was, the more he disliked a restricted battle formation. He would rather jump into the dense forest of spears and mountains of sabers alone.
However, when the thick-skinned and hot-tempered servant soldiers under the Hippo Warrior shouted in anger and tried to turn back to fight, they found that their main commander had already flown into the air like a huge meatball.
In the air, he was hit by ice cones from the ground like cannonballs, and his body was covered in a thick layer of frost.
While in midair, he was struck by the icicles that came from the ground like cannonballs. His body was covered in a thick layer of frost.
When he finally landed, the Ice Storm, which had been waiting for a long time, waved its claws and made the audience fall into dead silence.
Compared to slashing with a saber, claws were more agile and stealthy.
However, the weakness was that it was not powerful enough.
Even though the "Mithril Ripper" activated the sharpness, acceleration, and freezing effects, and so on, and increased the armor penetration effect.
It was very difficult to rely on just claws to scratch people.
However, that was all in the past.
The die-hard supporters of Ice Storm, who knew him like the back of their hands, were surprised and delighted to find that in just ten days, their idol seemed to have undergone a drastic change.
Through the unique ripples and vibrations of his muscles, not only did his speed increase greatly.
Even the power of his claws was completely different from before.
It was as if Ice Storm had upgraded his claws into five heavy sabers.
The five heavy sabers slashed at the Hippo Warrior's head, face, and chest at the same time.
Even though the Hippo Warrior was the same as Ice Storm, he was equipped with a fully enclosed totem armor.
His flesh and blood flew everywhere, his bones cracked, and he was sent flying.
However, Ice Storm was faster than him.
Before the Hippo Warrior landed on the ground, Ice Storm had already appeared like a ghost at the spot where he landed.
Moreover, through a series of gorgeous finishing moves, the Hippo Warrior's totem armor was cracked, and it even scrambled to leave its owner's body.
When the Hippo Warrior's huge body, which was as smashed as mud, finally fell on the shattered arena.
His entire breastplate, as well as the gauntlet and wristguard wrapped around his right arm, were all torn off by Ice Storm.
This was the biggest reason why the Hippo Warrior's servant soldiers were scared out of their wits and lost all their fighting spirit. It also temporarily froze the hearts of the audience.
It should be known that with the arrival of the Glory Era, especially with the upcoming Five Clans Battle, gladiators who had no new or old grudges against each other rarely fought to the death on the arena.
Everyone's goal was nothing more than to show off their strength in front of tens of thousands of spectators, in order to be valued by the rich and powerful families, or to gain the respect of others, and to gain more servant soldiers for their families. That was all.
Especially in team battles.
The spacious arena gave the leaders of both sides a lot of room to maneuver.
In the past, it was rare for the leaders of both sides to start a battle before the servant soldiers were exhausted.
As for the act of seizing the totem armor fragments of others, it was even more crazy and reckless. It was very likely that the opponent's family would not rest until they were dead.
Ten days ago, Ice Storm had just seized a piece of the breastplate of the Million Steam Hammer, deeply provoking the tyrannical Ironskin Family.
Now, even though it was unknown whether or not the Million Steam Hammer had digested and absorbed it, she had seized a new totem armor fragment at lightning speed before the adjudicators could react.
Although this was allowed by the rules, and in theory, it was even encouraged by the rules.
But was she not afraid of the wrath of the Hippo Warrior?
"Is … Is she crazy?"
"How dare she provoke the Boar-Man and the Hippo Warrior at the same time!"
"In just ten days, she seized two totem armor fragments in a row? Even if she got both of them, she wouldn't have dared to fuse the two pieces into the Mithril Ripper, would she? Otherwise, the different features and the violent killing intent would clash with each other, and it would definitely backfire on the owner and turn her into an Origin Warrior! "
"If Ice Storm becomes an Origin Spirit, she must be the most powerful Origin Spirit in hundreds of years!"
"Even if she doesn't become an Origin Spirit, she is already powerful enough. Didn't you see her incredible saber technique?"
"Yes, that doesn't seem to be the claw technique that Ice Storm has been using all the time, but a brand-new, extremely fierce saber technique!"
"I have never seen such a strange saber technique. At first glance, it looks like a simple, head-splitting saber. But if I recall carefully, when Ice Storm swung her saber, she seemed to be using every bone, every tendon, and every lump of flesh in her body. Even her toes were exerting force, leaving a deep ravine on the arena. That's why she could exert the destructive power of the five heavy sabers, no, the five claws to the extreme!"
"Not only Ice Storm, but also her servant soldiers. Where on earth did they learn such a domineering combat technique?"
The ice that pressed on the hearts of the audience finally cracked.
The audience took a deep breath and swallowed a few mouthfuls of ice-like saliva with difficulty. Only then could they produce more and more excited discussions from the cracks in the ice.
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