Chapter 933: Ice Storm? Brute Hammer!

“Leaf, remember that there is no power in the world that the nobles, who claim to be born with glorious bloodlines, can control but we can’t.”

Meng Chao sensed Leaf’s kindness, but he still could not help but say, “If we are unable to control a certain incredible power for the time being, it is only because we have not met all the requirements or found the right way to activate it.

“As long as we study carefully and are not afraid of failure, the weakest rat people will have the opportunity to climb to the highest peak of the world one step at a time. This is called ‘training!'”

Meng Chao’s words were like red-hot steel nails that pierced deeply into Leaf’s brain.

It was also as if a brand-new eye had been gouged out of the young man’s head, allowing him to understand the entire world in a completely different way from the past.

In the next two days, Meng Chao imparted more spirit martial arts to Leaf.

This included the three basic force execution techniques, the One Hundred Saber Technique, and Thunder Rapier, which were the most mainstream entry-level soldier fighting techniques in Dragon City…

As well as the dagger fighting techniques that he had learned from the Black Skull Training Camp in his previous life, as well as dozens of strange stabbing techniques that attacked vital points from unimaginable angles.

Leaf was gifted, to begin with.

Furthermore, he had been bestowed by the mysterious murals in the cave.

In addition, his limbs could expand and contract at will.

He was simply a natural assassin.

Even if he had not learned much in such a short period of time…

At the very least, people would be able to see that he had the shadow of an expert guiding him.

Meng Chao had even used the memory fragments from his previous life to teach Leaf some of the killing techniques of the Turan civilization from his previous life.

In actuality, Meng Chao was not proficient in the killing techniques of advanced orcs.

What he could barely recall were just a bunch of strange-looking flower shelves.

However, he believed that even if they were just empty flower shelves, in the eyes of professionals, they would still be able to discover the value hidden within them.

Leaf was like a sponge that had been exposed to the sun for an entire day, eagerly learning the profound mysteries of martial arts that he had never heard of before.

Because Meng Chao had spared no expense to help him unclog the spirit vein, his strength was still increasing slowly and steadily on the basis of increasing by three to five times.

The seemingly thin body had already sealed the explosive power.

At this moment, if he were to face those stocky red-eyed rat people again, he no longer needed to use any tricks or special abilities.

Using the simplest and most violent method, he would be able to knock them all down.

Even so, Meng Chao still asked leaf to be careful and not to offend the public.

In two days, seven more rounds of food were thrown from the iron bars above the prison cell.

Leaf hid part of his strength every time, keeping a low profile and being cautious. He let the strongest red-eyed rat subjects fight and kill each other first. He would only attack when they were all fighting for it, he would snatch two to three fried mandala fruits.

It was not necessarily impossible for the red-eyed rat subjects to see through his intentions.

They were full of vigilance against this little madman who had defeated the number one rat subjects.

However, every time leaf made a move, he would not snatch more than three fried mandala fruits. It would not pose a fatal threat to the strongest red-eyed rat subjects.

Thinking of the ferocity of his sneak attack on the number one rat subjects, the strongest red-eyed rat subjects felt that there was no need to fight to the death with this little madman for two or three fried mandala fruits.

Those weak rat citizens who had been starving for several days naturally did not have the courage and strength to run to the dark corner of the dungeon and find trouble with Meng Chao and Ye Zi.

Just like that, in two days, a total of eighteen fried mandala fruits were snatched by Ye Zi.

Nine fruits per person, causing the youth’s face to turn red again.

It also caused the brilliance in Meng Chao’s eyes to become even brighter and more condensed.

Finally —

When the sound of the big iron rod hitting the iron fence rang out again, no food was thrown down. Instead, the iron fence that weighed thousands of kilograms above everyone’s heads was lifted up with a creaking sound.

Oil lamps carved out of the bones of giant totem beasts hung down.

Relying on the reflection and condensation of the polished curved metal plates around the oil lamps, the searchlight swept across the red-eyed rats one by one.

When it swept past Meng Chao in the corner, a “Eh”sound came from above.

“This plague victim isn’t Dead Yet?”Someone asked in surprise.

“Not yet, he’s still alive and well!”Leaf said hurriedly.

“You don’t have the plague?”Someone asked again from above.

“No, I’ve eaten more than ten fried mandala fruits in the past two days!”Leaf puffed out her chest and folded her stomach. She clenched her fists and pounded her chest heavily.

Laughter, sighs, and curses came from above.

It was obvious that the guards, who were addicted to gambling, were betting on Meng Chao’s life just like the red-eyed rats in the dungeon.

The dazzling light lingered on Leaf’s body for a long time.

Many sharp eyes carefully observed leaf’s elastic skin and strong muscles.

“You!

“You!

“And you, the big guy who lost half an ear climbed up on his own!

“Those who can’t climb up will rot here for the rest of their lives!”

The big iron stick reached into the iron fence and poked leaf and the other healthy and strong red-eyed rats.

Leaf was overjoyed.

He had finally taken the first solid step on the road of revenge.

He looked back at the Reaper with gratitude.

Meng Chao, on the other hand, was facing the corner and curled up into a ball, using the smallest surface area to minimize the heat consumption. He did not move, as if he was asleep.

Leaf thought for a moment and did not dare to disturb the reaper.

He took a deep breath and used all his limbs to climb up towards the light.

Just as he climbed out of the dungeon, a calm and sincere voice came from the deepest part of his ear canal:

“Yezi, I wish you good luck!”

..

At the Blood Skull Arena.

At the 10,000-man Arena.

The atmosphere had already been ignited by the magma-like atmosphere.

“Cheer, for the ‘Ice Storm’, the strongest female warrior of the Snow Leopard clan, the queen of slaughter who can freely control the frost and freeze the enemy into blocks of ice before tearing them into pieces!”

A goat-headed man with a huge curved horn on his head and a 360-degree rotating tip that almost pierced his temple, who looked like an abyss demon, roared at the top of his lungs.

However, the voice did not come out of his throat directly.

He held his throat with one hand and a rainbow parrot that was as large as an ostrich with the other.

As his Adam’s apple and the muscles on his arms kept trembling, the giant rainbow parrot actually uttered a voice that was a hundred times louder than that of a human, as if it was some kind of “Biological broadcasting system”, causing the audience to step back, the tens of thousands of audience in the circular auditorium that was like a terraced field could hear everything clearly.

“Dong! Dong Dong! Dong Dong Dong!”

Surrounding the arena were hundreds of war drums made of the skins and bones of totem beasts.

Hundreds of rats who were as strong as calves were gnashing their teeth and smashing the drumsticks with all their strength with ferocious faces.

The air, which was already extremely hot, was almost ignited by the violent drumbeats.

In the lava lake-like arena, two teams of 100 men armed to the teeth were confronting each other.

Although the soldiers who formed the 100-man team were all rat subjects.

However, they were different from the old, weak, women, and children who lived in the remote countryside, had no pressure to survive, had no worries, and had no strength to tie a chicken.

Most of these young and strong rats had experienced the tragedy of their families being destroyed, and their hearts were filled with anger and hatred.

They were tied up in a chain, trekking through mountains and rivers, climbing the most dangerous mountains, climbing the steepest rock walls, crossing the fastest river, and experiencing the trials of the gates of Hell. They had withstood the selection of the fittest.

In the dark dungeon, they had seized enough fried mandala fruits, proving that they were the strongest, most cunning, tenacious, and most qualified to survive.

After being chosen by the Gladiators and becoming temporary servants, they were given ten times more food than in the dungeon, as well as the Gladiators’personal training.

These carefully selected rat subjects had been made into decent warriors.

They wore armor with mandala tree bark and totem beast bones, carried a few mandala tree branches that were polished to the point of sharpness, and even the strongest among them, could also obtain a few rusty swords and sabers that had been captured from the “Land of eternal illumination of the Holy Light”.

These rabble seemed to be able to withstand one or two rounds of charge from the warriors of the clan.

Behind the two hundred-man teams, there was a warrior of the clan.

On the left side, he was over five arms tall and looked like a moving mountain of meat. With one look, one could tell that he was a typical barbarian elephant clan.

He was like a combination of a giant elephant and a giant. From his body, which was even stronger than the city walls, he grew four limbs as thick as pillars that supported the temple.

Every step he took would cause the indestructible arena to shake slightly.

And he seemed to be complaining that his destructive power was not shocking enough. He held a mace in each of his hands, which was the size of a cattail leaf fan. Of course, both of them were in line with his astonishing body size, which was increased in length and weight, it was a super-heavy weapon that could only be refined by fusing ten ordinary heavy weapons together.

But no matter how fierce these two super-heavy weapons, which seemed to be able to crack the skull of a Tyrannosaurus rex, were, they were not as terrifying as the bone tumor growing at the end of the elephant trunk.

As the elephant trunk swung wildly under the raised tusks, the holes on the bone tumor that he had drilled out by himself also let out a shrill cry because of the flow and compression of the air.

It was like a meteor hammer that had once smashed countless heads, letting out the wails of the undead.

Hearing this shrill cry, even the burly mouse citizens who were beating drums below the stage could not help but swallow their saliva with difficulty.

The mouse citizens standing in front of him were drenched in cold sweat and were terrified.

Everyone knew that this humongous bone tumor was the most ferocious weapon of the barbarian elephant tribe’s gladiators.

The bone tumor helped him crush dozens of fully-armed opponents in the arena.

It also earned him the overbearing name ‘Barbarian Hammer’.

Later, dozens of opponents who used heavy weapons tried to seize the name.

But until today, only he, the real ‘Barbarian Hammer’, was still standing here!