Soon, the small comments gathered into a chaotic wave, and then escalated from the wave into a violent ocean.

Everyone, even those who had supported other aces in the past, those who had just lost a large sum of money on Ice Storm, and the quilboars who did not belong to the Ironhide family, all jumped up from their seats.

They rounded their arms and cheered and applauded with all their strength.

That's right, the ice storm is crazy.

But isn’t that what the audience wants to see?

No matter who the opponent is, they will be like crazy, regardless of the consequences, and will crush them unstoppably, tearing the opponent into pieces, mincing them into pulp, and burning them to ashes.

This is the real wrestling!

Audiences are tired of games that have become increasingly mediocre lately.

If every gladiatorial battle had to be decided by an arbiter, instead of being judged by blood and death as in the past, why would they come all the way here, squeeze into cramped seats, and watch the children pass by?

Every family trick?

The hearts of most gladiators have already flown to the battle of glory among the five clans.

Only Ice Storm still maintains the most traditional and purest character of a gladiator!

"Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm!"

For a moment, the name of the Snow Leopard female warrior once again burst from the depths of the throats of tens of thousands of spectators, shocking the entire audience and resounding throughout the sky.

Amidst the passionate cheers, the flag representing victory finally rose slowly.

The heavily armed Kasava rushed onto the stage angrily and dragged the unconscious hippo warrior away in time to prevent the female snow leopard warrior from taking away more totem armor fragments.

"Ice Storm, you are crazy!"

Looking at Ice Storm's two huge claw blades that were almost dragged to the ground, and the blowholes on both arms that were spurting out strong murderous intent, Kasava was shocked and angry, staring at her as if she didn't recognize Ice Storm, "

Do you know what you are doing?"

"Know."

Under the silver mask, the cold laughter of the Snow Leopard female warrior came, "I am exercising the rights of a winner to seize more powerful power and more brilliant glory."

"You are asking for trouble, or even your own death!"

Kasava gritted his teeth and said, "It's not enough that you provoked the Ironhide family last time. Do you want all the hippo warriors to regard you as their undying enemy this time?

"I have said it many times, if you long for power, then accept my blood donation and join the Bloodhoof family. No matter how many resources or combat skills you want, including using fragments of ancient armor to upgrade your Mithril

I can give you the "Tearer", and I can also ask the witch doctors and priests in the family to help you deeply integrate with the totem, and use the safest and most secure way to become stronger!

"But you shouldn't act like that!

"If you swallow two such large totem armor fragments in a row, your 'Mithril Ripper' will definitely deform into a terrifying monster, which will eat away at your flesh, blood and even soul, turning you into an 'Origin Warrior'.

"Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you have offended so many people. I want to help you, but I don't know how to start!"

Icestorm looked at Kasava.

A faint sigh came from beneath the silver-colored mask.

It seems that I have been confused about what I am afraid of in the past two years. Why do I feel so uneasy that I feel almost suffocated when I see such a guy, so that I am manipulated by him?

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Kasava. However, I think you may be mistaken about one thing."

Ice Storm said coldly, "I do long for power, but I want to seize it in the Turan way, with my own minions and swords, rather than relying on anyone's gift.

"Yes, I have received a lot of help from you in the past two years in the Bloodskull Arena, including the fact that you used the fragments of the Bloodhoof family's armor to help me upgrade the 'Tearer' to the 'Mithril Tearer'.

"However, I have also used my impressive record to win a large number of viewers and interests for the Blood Skull Arena, which is worthy of anything I get from you.

"We are just cooperating with each other. I really don't know where you started talking about 'making your own decisions'.

"As long as I haven't accepted your gift of blood, I am free.

"As long as I'm prepared to pay whatever it takes, I can go anywhere and do whatever I want, right?"

Kasava narrowed his eyes.

He heard the undertones of the ice storm.

I couldn't believe my ears.

On the bull-headed battle helmet of the totem armor "Wrath of Lava", the two bull's eyes suddenly widened and oozed ruby-like blood.

Even the huge bull heads decorated on both sides of the shoulder guards also rotated at the same time.

The three bull heads stared at the ice storm together.

"You want to leave?"

Kasaval said carefully, "Do you want to leave the Blood Skull Arena?"

Ice Storm took a breath.

However, his feet were firmly fixed on the ground by the frost, and he did not move even a finger away. He gritted his teeth and said: "Before the blood-giving ceremony, I have nothing to do with the Bloodhoof family. Whether I leave or not, it's all mine.

free!"

Kasava's expression hidden under the bull-headed mask suddenly became extremely deep.

"I see."

The judge of the Blood Skull Arena put away all his shock and anger and no longer dwelled on this topic.

He changed the topic and asked coldly: "Ice Storm, the series of changes that have happened to you recently are related to that guy with black hair and black eyes, right?"

Ice Storm was startled.

Although the body was frozen in time with ice.

The slight trembling at the tip of the claw blade still revealed her inner emotions.

Kasava has the answer.

A smile of taking the initiative appeared on his face again.

"Actually, it's not that hard to guess."

He explained slowly, "You are an outsider, you have no foundation in Black Horn City, and you have lived in the Bloodskull Arena for a long time. It is impossible to get help from other forces besides the Bloodhoof family.

"So, the series of incredible changes that have happened to you and your team recently can only be caused by a certain rat militia.

"Most of your servants are recruits who have just been recruited from remote areas. From appearance to performance, they all fit the characteristics of the rat people. They are ordinary and not worth mentioning.

"Only this guy with black hair and black eyes suffered such a serious injury. Not only did he not die, he was able to crawl out from the depths of the dungeon and climb all the way to the most sacred and dazzling arena of the Blood Skull Arena, becoming the 'Frost'

The Queen's most trusted person.

"I don't think that Ice Storm, who has always been as cold as ice and kept no strangers in, would suddenly be interested in an ugly monster with black hair and eyes.

"Tell me who he is!"

"He is my servant, and I am a free gladiator. He has also proved with two consecutive victories that he is qualified to enjoy the rights that a Turan warrior should enjoy!"

Ice Storm raised his voice, "Lord Kasava, listen to the cheers of the audience around you, you wouldn't choose this time to attack a servant of a free gladiator who has won consecutive battles, right?"

The corners of Kasava's eyes twitched slightly.

His eyes were like his name, condensed into two bloodthirsty battle axes.

But some spectators around him had vaguely noticed the subtle atmosphere between the adjudicator and the trump card.

I found that they seemed to be talking about more than just the outcome of this battle.

Kasava looked around.

Facing the roaring 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 be willing to tear up my own 'ace' with my own hands?"

Kasava said, "I just want to remind you that the Ironhide family seems to have been planning some action recently, and they want to take back the totem armor from you with a profit.

"Okay, now maybe add the furious hippo warrior to the mix.

"Promise me that you and your mysterious servant with black hair and eyes must be careful not to let your own arrogance and recklessness destroy you, okay?"

"Don't worry, Lord Kasava."

Ice Storm said, "When all our enemies are shattered into pieces and turned into carrion and mud, we will definitely work hard to survive and witness the true glory!"

"Lord Icestorm!"

Not far away, Ye Zi's panicked cry interrupted the conversation between the two of them, "It's not good, the reaper is too seriously injured, he seems to be dying!"

…

Meng Chao suddenly opened his eyes deep in the large bronze vat filled with secret medicine.

The surrounding medicinal liquid, which was originally as viscous as honey, became transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye under the crazy devouring of his 36,000 pores.

All the spiritual energy contained in the secret medicine was transferred into his body, turning into the brightest stars in his eyes as deep as the night sky.

Feeling that every inch of the damaged and withered spiritual veins were being opened up.

The intricate spiritual energy network, like a three-dimensional spider web, shines again among the internal organs.

Meng Chao grinned and smiled silently.

Although the hidden wounds hidden deep in the cells and the evil power originating from "Matrix 01" have not been completely eradicated.

Including "Lü Siya" who transformed into a jungle succubus with green skin and long red hair. She also appeared in nightmares every night, hugging his thigh and clinging to him.

But he finally climbed out of the abyss of death step by step.

He once again has the ability to challenge the fate of destruction.

Moreover, the further away from Dragon City, the stronger the inexplicable excitement becomes.

In Dragon City, he plays the role of a guardian, a strong and heavy shield that can only passively defend against the attacks of alien beasts.

Every time there was a battle of wits and courage, even if he won, it would still inevitably cause a large number of casualties, which made him quite unwilling and unhappy.

It can't be said that he doesn't enjoy being a guardian.

Meng Chao just felt that "Guardian" was not everything to him.

It's not even the role he's best at playing.

In addition to being a strong and heavy shield.

It should also be a thin, stealthy, sharp and poisonous blade.

He should take the initiative.

Take the initiative to decide when, where and how to insert the poisonous blade into the target's most lethal vitals.

This is the real Meng Chao.
Chapter completed!