"Ye Zi, remember, there is no power in this world that can be controlled by those nobles who claim to be born with glorious blood, but that cannot be controlled by us."

Meng Chao felt Ye Zi's kindness, but he couldn't help but said, "If we are unable to master some powerful power for a while, it's just that we haven't met all the conditions, or we haven't found the correct way to open it.

"As long as you study hard, study carefully, and are not afraid of failure, one day, the weakest rat people will have the opportunity to climb to the highest peak of the world step by step. This is called 'cultivation'!"

Meng Chao's words were like red-hot steel nails driven deeply into Ye Zi's brain.

It's like a brand new eye was opened in the young man's head, allowing him to understand the whole world in a completely different way from the past.

In the next two days, Meng Chao taught Ye Zi more spiritual martial arts.

Including the three basic force-generating techniques, "Hundred Battle Sword Technique" and "Thunder Cross Sword", the most mainstream entry-level combat techniques in Dragon City.

As well as the dagger fighting skills learned from the Black Skull Training Camp in his previous life, there are also dozens of sneaky stabbing techniques to attack vital points from incredible angles.

Ye Zi is inherently gifted.

He also passed through caves within caves and was instilled with mysterious murals.

Coupled with this is the ability to extend and contract the limbs at will.

He is simply a born assassin.

Even if the time is too short, not much essence can be learned.

At least it can be seen that he has the shadow of "advice from an expert".

Meng Chao also taught Ye Zi some of the fighting techniques of the Tulan civilization in his previous life based on the memory fragments of his previous life.

In fact, Meng Chao is not proficient in the killing skills of advanced orcs.

What I can barely recall are all strangely shaped flower stands.

But he believes that even if it is a superficial display, if it falls into the eyes of professionals, the value contained in it can be discovered.

The leaves are like sponges that have been exposed to the sun for a whole day, eagerly learning the secrets of martial arts that they have never heard of before.

Because Meng Chao spared no expense to help him unblock his spiritual veins, his strength was slowly and steadily increasing on top of increasing three to five times.

The seemingly thin body has explosive power sealed inside.

At this moment, if he faced those tiger-backed red-eyed rat people again, he would no longer need to use tricks or supernatural powers.

You can knock them all down with the simplest and crudest method.

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

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

Every time, Ye Zi hides part of his strength, keeps a low profile and cautious, and first lets the strongest red-eyed rat people snatch and kill each other. After they all fight to the death, he will take action and seize two to three oil coins.

Fried datura fruits.

There may not be any red-eyed rat people who can see through his intentions.

Be wary of this little lunatic who defeated the number one rat citizen.

But every time Ye Zi takes action, he will not snatch more than three fried mandala fruits, and will not pose a fatal threat to the strongest red-eyed rat people.

Thinking of his ferocity when he sneaked up on the number one rat citizen, the strongest red-eyed rat people felt that there was no need to fight this little lunatic to the death for two or three fried mandala fruits.

The rat people, who had been hungry for several days and were extremely weak, naturally lacked the courage and strength to run to the dark corner of the dungeon to seek trouble on Meng Chao and Ye Zi.

In this way, in two days, Ye Zi grabbed a total of eighteen fried mandala fruits.

Nine fruits for each person brought the color back to the young man's face.

It also made the light in Meng Chao's eyes become brighter and more condensed.

finally

When the sound of the big iron rod hitting the iron fence sounded again, no food was dropped. Instead, the iron fence weighing thousands of kilograms above everyone's heads was opened "squeaking".

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

Relying on the reflection and condensation of the polished curved metal pieces around the oil lamp, the light like a searchlight swept over the red-eyed rat people one by one.

Scanning over Meng Chao in the corner, a "huh" sound came from above.

"Is this plague-stricken person not dead yet?" someone asked in surprise.

"Not yet, he is still alive and well!" Ye Zi said hurriedly.

"Don't you have the plague?" Someone asked again.

"No, I've eaten a dozen fried mandala fruits in the past two days!" Ye Zi puffed up his chest, clenched his fists, and slapped his chest hard.

There were sounds of laughter, lamentations and curses from above.

The guards, who were obviously addicted to gambling, were betting on Meng Chao's life and death just like the red-eyed rat people in the dungeon.

The dazzling light stayed on the leaves for a long time.

Sharp eyes carefully observed Ye Ye's elastic skin and strong muscles.

"you!

"you!

"And you, the big guy with half an ear missing, climbed up on your own!

"Those who can't climb up will die here for the rest of their lives!"

The big iron rod was inserted into the iron fence, poking and poking at the leaves and other the healthiest and strongest red-eyed rat people.

There was a burst of ecstasy in Ye Zi's heart.

The road to revenge is finally the first solid step.

He looked back at Lord Reaper with gratitude.

But Meng Chao was facing the corner, curled up into a ball, using the smallest surface area to consume the smallest amount of calories, motionless, as if asleep.

Ye Zi thought for a moment and did not dare to disturb the Reaper.

He took a deep breath, used his hands and feet, and struggled to climb toward the light.

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

"Ye Zi, wish you good luck!"

…

Bloodskull Arena.

Arena for thousands of people.

It has been detonated by the magma-like atmosphere.

"Cheer, for the 'Ice Storm', the most powerful female warrior of the Snow Leopard clan, the Killing Queen who can freely manipulate the frost, freeze the enemy alive into lumps of ice, and then tear it into pieces!"

A goat-headed man with a huge horn hovering above his head, the tip of which rotated 360 degrees almost pierced his temple, like an abyss demon, roared at the top of his lungs.

However, the sound did not come directly from his throat.

I saw him holding his throat with one hand, and holding a colorful parrot as big as an ostrich with the other hand.

With the continuous trembling of the Adam's apple and arm muscles, the giant colorful parrot actually uttered a sound that resembled human speech but was a hundred times louder. It seemed like some kind of "biological broadcasting system", which made the audience sitting in the terrace-like circular auditorium recede.

Tens of thousands of spectators could all hear it clearly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

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

Hundreds of naked rat people, as strong as calves, gnashed their teeth, with ferocious faces, and used all their strength to slam down the drumsticks.

The air, which was already extremely hot, was bombarded by the violent drum beats, almost burning.

In an arena like a lava lake, two hundred-man teams armed to the teeth were facing off in a tense confrontation.

Although the soldiers who make up the Centurion are all rat people.

However, they are different from the old, weak, women and children who live in remote areas and have no pressure to survive. They are carefree but powerless.

Most of these young and strong rat people have experienced the tragedy of family destruction and death, and their hearts are filled with anger and hatred.

After being tied up in a bunch, trekking through mountains and rivers, climbing over the steepest mountains, swinging across the steepest rock walls, crossing the most turbulent rivers, and experiencing many tests of hell and gate, they withstood the selection of the survival of the fittest.

In the dark dungeon, they captured enough fried mandala fruits, proving that they are the strongest, most cunning, tough and most qualified people to survive.

After being selected by the gladiators and becoming a temporary servant, he received ten times more food than in the dungeon, as well as personal training from the gladiators.

These carefully selected rat people have been turned into quite passable warriors.

Wearing armor with mandala bark inlaid with totem animal bones, and carrying a few polished mandala branches to serve as throwing spears, even the strongest guys among them can get a few from the "Eternal Light of Holy Light"

A rusty sword captured from the ground.

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

Behind the two centurions was a clan warrior.

The one on the left side is more than five arms tall, like a big moving mountain of meat. You can tell at a glance that he is a typical barbarian elephant tribe.
To be continued...