Soon, the sounds of discussion gathered into a chaotic wave, which then escalated from a wave to a raging ocean.
Everyone, including those who had supported the other aces in the past, those who had just lost a large sum of money to the Hailstorm, and those who did not belong to the Iron Skin Family, jumped up from their seats.
They swung their arms and cheered and applauded with all their strength.
That's right, the Hailstorm had gone mad.
But wasn't this what the audience wanted to see?
No matter who his opponent was, he would crush his opponent like a mad demon without any regard for the consequences, tearing his opponent into pieces, mincing him into meat paste, and burning him into ashes.
This was a real gladiator fight!
The audience was already tired of the increasingly mediocre games.
If every fight had to be decided by an arbiter, and not by blood and death like in the past, why would they need to come all the way here, squeeze into their cramped seats, and watch a child's play?
Most of the gladiators' hearts had already flown to the Five Tribes Competition and the Battle of Glory.
Only the Hailstorm still maintained the most traditional and purest gladiator character!
"Hailstorm! Hailstorm! Hailstorm! Hailstorm! "
For a moment, the name of the Snow Leopard Female Warrior burst out from the throats of the tens of thousands of spectators at the same time, shocking the entire place.
Amid the passionate cheers, the flag that represented victory was finally raised slowly.
Casava, who was fully armed, leaped onto the stage in exasperation. He dragged the unconscious Hippo Warrior away in time to prevent the Snow Leopard Female Warrior from stealing more of his Totemic Armor fragments.
"Hailstorm, you're crazy!"
Looking at the two giant claws of the Hailstorm that were almost dragged to the ground and the holes on its arms that were still spewing intense killing intent, Casa was both shocked and angry. He glared at her as if she did not know the Hailstorm at all. "Do you know what you're doing?"
"I do."
The Snow Leopard Female Warrior's cold laughter came from under the silver mask. "I'm exercising the right of a victor to obtain greater power and greater glory."
"You're asking for trouble, and you're even asking for death!"
Casa gritted his teeth. "Wasn't it enough that you provoked the Iron Skin Family last time? This time, do you want all the Hippo Warriors to treat you as their mortal enemy?
"How many times have I told you? If you want power, then accept my blood and join the Bloodhoof Family. No matter how many resources or combat skills you want, including the fragments of the ancient armor to upgrade your 'Mithril Ripper', I can give them to you. I can also ask the witch doctors and priests of the family to help you fuse deeply with the totem. This is the safest and most reliable way to become stronger!
"But you shouldn't have acted on your own!
"Your Mithril Ripper will definitely mutate into a horrible monster after devouring two such large totem armor fragments in a row. It will devour your flesh and soul, turning you into an Origin Warrior.
"Even if you're lucky enough to survive, you've offended so many people. I don't know how to help you even if I wanted to!"
Hailstorm stared at Cassava.
A faint sigh came from under the silver mask.
It was as if he was confused about what he had been afraid of for the past two years. Why did he feel so uneasy whenever he saw this guy, to the point where he could toy with him?
"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Cassava. However, I think you're mistaken about one thing," Hailstorm said coldly.
"I do desire power, but I want it the way the people of Turan do. I want it with my claws, fangs, and swords. I don't want to rely on anyone's gift.
"That's right. In the past two years in the Blood Skull Arena, I've received a lot of help from you. You used the fragments of the Bloodhoof Family's armor to upgrade my 'Ripper' to 'Mithril Ripper.'
"However, I've also used my impressive achievements to win a large number of spectators and benefits for the Blood Skull Arena. I'm worthy of whatever I've received from you.
"We're just working together. I really don't know what you mean by acting on your own.
"As long as I haven't accepted your blood, I'm free.
"As long as I'm prepared to pay any price, I can go anywhere and do whatever I want, isn't that right?"
Cassava narrowed his eyes.
He could hear the underlying meaning behind Hailstorm's words.
He could not believe what he was hearing.
The two bull's eyes on the totemic armor 'Lava Fury' suddenly widened, and a ruby red color seeped out of them.
Even the two bull's heads on the two shoulder guards turned at the same time.
The three bull's heads stared at Hailstorm.
"You want to leave?"
Cassava said word by word. "You want to leave the Blood Skull Arena?"
Hailstorm held his breath.
However, his feet were firmly fixed to the ground by the ice. He did not even move a finger's distance away. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Before the Blood Bestowal Ritual, I have nothing to do with the Bloodhoof Family. Whether I leave or not, it's my freedom!"
Cassava's expression, hidden under the bull's mask, suddenly became extremely solemn.
"I understand."
The adjudicator of the Blood Skull Arena put away all his shock and anger. He did not dwell on this topic anymore.
He changed the topic and asked coldly, "Hailstorm, the series of changes that happened to you recently has something to do with that black-haired, black-eyed fellow, right?"
Hailstorm was shocked.
Although she froze her body with ice in time.
The slight trembling of her claws exposed her inner emotions.
Cassava got the answer.
A smile of being in control appeared on his face again.
"Actually, it's not that hard to guess."
He explained slowly, "You're an outsider. You have no foundation in Blackhorn City, and you've been living in the Blood Skull Arena for a long time. It's impossible for you to get help from other forces other than the Bloodhoof Family.
"Then, the series of unbelievable changes that happened to you and your battle team recently … can only be because of a certain ratfolk servant soldier.
"Most of your servant soldiers are new soldiers recruited from remote villages. From their appearance to their performance, they fit the characteristics of the ratfolk very well. They're ordinary and not worth mentioning.
"Only this black-haired, black-eyed fellow did not die after suffering such heavy injuries. He even crawled out of the depths of the dungeon and climbed all the way to the most sacred and dazzling arena in the Blood Skull Arena. He became the most trusted person of the Ice Queen.
"I don't think that Hailstorm, who has always been cold and unapproachable, would suddenly be interested in an ugly, black-haired, black-eyed monster.
"Tell me, who is he?!"
"He's my servant soldier, and I'm a freedom gladiator. He even used two consecutive victories to prove that he's qualified to enjoy the rights that a Tulan warrior should have!"
Hailstorm raised her voice. "Lord Cassava, listen to the cheers of the audience. You wouldn't choose this moment to attack the servant soldier of a freedom gladiator who has won consecutive battles, would you?"
The corners of Cassava's eyes twitched slightly.
His gaze was just like his name. It condensed into two bloodthirsty battle axes.
However, some of the audience had already vaguely noticed the subtle atmosphere between the adjudicator and the trump card.
They realized that they were not just talking about the outcome of the battle.
Cassava looked around.
Faced with the overwhelming cheers, he took a deep breath and took a step back.
"Of course, you and the warriors under your command are the pride of the Blood Skull Arena. How can I bear to tear apart my 'trump card' with my own hands?"
Cassava said. "I just want to remind you that the Iron Skins Family seems to be planning something recently. They want to take back the totem armor from you with interest.
"Fine. Now, we might have to add the furious hippopotamus warrior to the mix.
"Promise me that you and your mysterious black-haired, black-eyed servant soldier must be careful. Don't destroy yourselves because of your arrogance and recklessness. Can you?"
"Don't worry, Lord Cassava," Hailstorm said.
"When all our enemies are smashed into pieces and reduced to rotten meat and mud, we will definitely try our best to survive and witness true glory!"
"Mister Ice Storm!"
Not far away, Leaf's panicked shout interrupted their conversation. "This is bad! The harvester's injured too badly! She looks like she's about to die!"
…
Meng Chao opened his eyes in the depths of the bronze medicine jar that was filled with medicine.
The medicinal liquid around him was originally as thick as honey, but as his pores devoured it madly, it started turning transparent at a visible speed.
The spirit energy contained in the medicine was all transferred to his body and turned into the brightest stars in his eyes, which were as deep as the night sky.
He sensed his damaged and withered spirit meridians being cleared inch by inch.
A spirit energy network that was as complicated as a 3D spider web shone in his organs once more.
Meng Chao grinned and laughed silently.
Even though the hidden injuries hidden in the depths of his cells and the evil power from Mother 01 were not completely removed, Lu Siya had turned into a forest banshee with green skin and red hair.
Lu Siya had also turned into a forest banshee. She had green skin and red hair, and she appeared in his nightmares every night. She hugged his thighs and clung to him relentlessly.
But in the end, he crawled out of the abyss of death.
Once again, he had the ability to challenge his fate of destruction.
Besides, the further away he was from Dragon City, the stronger the excitement he felt.
In Dragon City, he played the role of a guardian. He was a sturdy and heavy shield that could only passively defend against the abnormal beasts' attacks.
Every time he fought with his wits and courage, even if he won, he could not avoid a lot of casualties, which made him rather indignant and displeased.
He could not say that he did not like being a guardian.
But Meng Chao felt that being a guardian was not his everything.
It was not even the role he was best at.
Aside from being a sturdy and heavy shield.
He was supposed to be a thin, stealthy, sharp, and poisoned blade.
He should be the one to take the initiative.
He should be the one to attack and decide when, where, and how he should stab the poisonous blade into his target's fatal spot.
This was the real Meng Chao.
He was a Ghost Assassin who moved through the flames of the apocalypse and survived a disaster.
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