In addition, the arena was already littered with corpses.

The corpse was covered with densely packed spears.

It's like a simple horse.

This limits Ice Storm's advantages of agility and elusive tactics.

Icestorm tried several times to shake off the Wildhammer and storm the spear phalanx of the Rat Servants.

But although Wildhammer moves slowly, he can stretch and contract freely, with a strong and powerful elephant trunk, and a bone tumor containing a large amount of metal, so his speed is not slow at all.

When it is swung like a meteor hammer, the scream of ghosts and wolves is as if it comes directly from behind the ears of Ice Storm.

The ice storm rushed left and right, trying to tear apart the dense phalanx of rat militia soldiers.

They were all harassed by the Wildhammer from behind, and the bone tumor almost hit her waist and cervical vertebrae.

It was different from the hundreds of bloody wounds she left on the other party's body, but they didn't hurt the muscles or bones.

With her petite and exquisite figure, if she was hit by the wild hammer, she would probably not have a chance to step off the arena.

As a result, Ice Storm could only use its claws to lift up wind blades condensed with frost, leaving deep wounds visible to the bones on the several rat militia soldiers at the outermost edge of the dense phalanx.

He had to retreat angrily.

This was repeated several times, but the rat phalanx still refused to retreat.

Ice Storm's face was scratched with a bloody wound by Wildhammer's mace.

Although the injury was not serious.

He looked quite embarrassed.

Moreover, her physical energy was also being depleted rapidly, her face was full of anxiety and anger, and she was no longer as fast as lightning and calm in suppressing Wildhammer.

Even the audience could see her decline from her sluggish figure and disordered steps.

The name that was being shouted out fanatically changed from "Ice Storm" to "Wildhammer".

"Wildhammer! Wildhammer! Wildhammer!"

"Go ahead, kill her, kill this female leopard!"

"What female leopard? She's just a white cat, a little white cat!"

"Go up, warriors of the Bloodhoof clan, kill this kitten from the Golden clan!"

Many spectators who had invested all their wealth in Wildhammer were so excited that they yelled and verbally harassed Ice Storm.

There were also many spectators who spent huge sums of money betting that Ice Storm would win. Not only did they glare at the former, they even pounced on them and started fighting. In every corner of the circular auditorium, they staged performances that were no less impressive than those on the arena stage.

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More and more spectators became addicted to gambling, and when the market opened on the spot, they not only wanted to bet on "Who will win or lose, Wildhammer or Icestorm", but they also wanted to bet on "Who is more powerful, the supporters of Wildhammer or Icestorm".

These are all routine operations for Turan's gladiatorial combat. Not only will they not interfere with the normal progress of the gladiatorial battle, they will instead make the atmosphere even more exciting.

Finally, a spear inlaid with bone spurs passed by his cheek, wiping out a small and insignificant gash.

Ice Storm, who was so humiliated by the mere rat people, finally broke through the limit of endurance!

"Roar!"

A furious howl erupted from the seemingly petite body.

She opened her arms, and her sharp claws spread to the limit, like an unsheathed sword.

Bundles of bright silver lines emerged from under the snow-white fur, as if they were alive, and soon spread to all parts of the body, forming a mysterious, complex, and beautiful pattern.

It is a cheetah carved from white jade, with a tattoo as wide as a bloody mouth.

In just a few blinks of an eye, this gorgeous tattoo became brighter and brighter, until finally, where every silver line intersected, there was a large amount of slime-like metal-like substance, starting from ice.

The storm surged out of the body.

These metal-like substances are constantly flowing, expanding, blending, wrapping, and condensing on her skin and fur, creating a fierce and completely enclosed armor that tightly covers all organs, including eyes and claws.

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The ice storm at this moment was like a metal cheetah made of silver standing upright.

Unlike the most precise war machinery produced by the Dragon City Civilization, this fully enclosed cheetah-shaped armor has no visible seams, gears or transmission system.

But it still spurted out a substantial flame, as if it could provide its owner with explosive power comparable to a rocket thruster at any time.

Click, click, click!

Click, click, click!

Equipped with totem armor, Ice Storm's power increased tenfold compared to a moment ago.

With her toes gently tapping the ground as the center of the circle, the ground around ten arms was frozen. Not only did a thick ice shell emerge, but also interlaced ice picks protruded from the ice shell.

Several of the rat militia soldiers who were unable to dodge had their feet pierced by ice picks, their legs were frozen, and they screamed "wow" in pain.

But he didn't dare to risk tearing his legs apart, so he tried to pull it out, but he could only be pitifully pinned in place.

"Mythril Ripper!"

"Icestorm summoned her totem - the Mithril Ripper!"

The audience's eyes lit up and they cheered loudly.

Seeing this, the Wildhammer collided hard with the two maces. He also tensed his muscles, and an astonishing roar came from deep in his body. A pair of black tattoos emerged from between the rough skin and folds.

The thickly colored tattoos quickly bulged high and exploded like balls of black lava.

The bursting magma flowed everywhere, forming a majestic black armor on the surface of his body.

The naked Wildhammer was already like a moving mountain of flesh.

The Wildhammer with his helmet and armor is more like an indestructible fortress.

The two high-rising fangs were covered with an extremely viscous liquid metal substance, and dozens of Yayacha's spikes were attached.

The originally ferocious elephant trunk and bone tumors became even thicker after being completely covered by the totem armor, looking like a devil's arm protruding from the bloody mouth.

Especially, because of its huge body, it will definitely accumulate a lot of heat energy during a fierce battle.

In order to dissipate heat, two devices full of holes, like exhaust pipes and whistles, were erected from the back of the Wildhammer's totem armor.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

As the Wildhammer's strange power surged, the two "exhaust pipes" emitted eardrum-ripping screams and spewed out large amounts of extremely high-temperature steam.

The Wildhammer, surrounded by white steam, looked like a fusion of a giant mechanical elephant and a main battle tank!

"Out, it's appeared!"

"The Wildhammer's totem - 'Locomotive'!"

"Coming from the Barbarian Elephant clan, with the blessing of the ancestral spirit, the legendary ancient artifact 'Locomotive' is really powerful!"

Both aces activated their respective totems.

The astonishing fighting spirit turned into a shock wave visible to the naked eye, ruthlessly ravaging the air, causing the burning air to scream in agony.

Not to mention the rat servants on the arena.

Even the rat handymen who were in charge of beating the drums under the arena could not withstand the shock wave bombardment like a stormy sea, and they all ran away with their heads in their hands.

The audience was hooked and fascinated.

But many viewers could no longer clearly see the confrontation between the two aces.

I only saw a flash of silver light, and Ice Storm, who had activated the "Mithril Tearer", had exchanged places with Wildhammer, who had equipped the "Locomotive".

The deafening roar exploded in the ears of the audience half a blink of an eye later than the intertwined figures of the two people.

What exploded at the same time was the arena's hard-as-iron ground.

Around the ice storm, seven shockingly large holes appeared on the ground, like smoking craters.

These were all smashed out by the Wildhammer's strengthened and upgraded elephant trunk and mace.

The nearest hole was only half a finger away from where she was standing.

However, the gladiator who staggered back was Wildhammer.

On his totem armor, a huge ice mark exploded from his chest to his waist and abdomen.

It was as if someone had frozen his iron-walled chest into a big lump of ice, using absolute zero to destroy the molecular structure and even the atomic energy layer of the liquid metal, and finally crack the ice and tear open huge cracks in the ice.

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Wildhammer knelt on one knee and roared in pain.

He clenched his iron fist tightly and struck the cracks on his breastplate fiercely in anger, blasting the frost into pieces.

The surrounding black armor turned into extremely viscous liquid metal again, slowly squirming over, repairing the breastplate as before.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The "exhaust pipe" behind it once again emitted an eardrum-exploding scream, and the roar of war machinery made countless spectators excited and even confused.

"The locomotive! The powerful locomotive!"

"Locomotive! The invincible locomotive!"

"Locomotive! The ancient artifact locomotive!"

The spectators from the Barbarian Elephant tribe all stood up, raised their arms and trunks, danced, and together with the warriors of their tribe on the arena, praised the totem given to them by the ancestors.

Among the major groups that make up the Bloodhoof clan, compared to the tauren, centaurs, and quilboars, the Elephants have the smallest number.

But because they are so big, even if they don't stand up, they will block the audience in the back row.

Therefore, in every arena in Black Corner City, there are separate auditoriums specially set up for the audience of the Barbarian Elephants.

The Man Elephant Man's voice was originally extremely loud.

They also like to use their long noses to blow a kind of horn made of hollowed out tusks, making a "wuwuwuwu" sound, which is said to simulate the sound of a "train whistle roaring".

The noise of dozens of Elephants is simply comparable to the excitement of hundreds of Tauren gathered together.

The cheers and cheers from his fellow tribesmen further stimulated the Wildhammer's bloodlust.

He stamped his feet on the ground to show that he was unharmed, and raised his mace at the woman opposite: "Come again!"

These two feet seemed to have the effect of "war trampling", causing the gravel in the caves on the ground to fly.

The rubble splashed into the air was captured by Wildhammer's fighting spirit, and actually froze in the air, trembling crazily, but never falling.

Ice Storm snorted coldly.
Chapter completed!