Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"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.     

Since Meng Chao had spared no expense to help him unclog his spirit meridian, his strength was still increasing slowly and steadily by three to five times.     

His seemingly thin body had already sealed the explosive power.     

At that 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.     

Over the next 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 people fight and kill each other first. He would only attack when they were all fighting for the food and snatch two to three fried mandrake fruits.     

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

They were full of vigilance against this little madman who had defeated the No. 1 rat man.     

However, every time Leaf made a move, he would not snatch more than three fried mandrake fruits. Hence, it would not pose a fatal threat to the strongest red-eyed rat people.     

Thinking of the ferocity of his sneak attack on the No. 1 rat man, the strongest red-eyed rat people felt that there was no need to fight this little madman to the death for two or three fried mandrake fruits.     

Those weak rat people 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 Leaf.     

Just like that, in two days, a total of eighteen fried mandrake fruits were snatched by Leaf—nine fruits per person.     

It caused the youth's face to turn red again.     

It also made the brilliance in Meng Chao's eyes 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 with a creaking sound.     

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

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

When it swept past Meng Chao in the corner, an "huh" sound came from above.     

"This plague victim isn't dead yet?" someone asked in surprise.     

"Not yet, he's still alive and well!" Leaf hurriedly said.     

"You don't have the plague?" someone asked again from above.     

"No, I've eaten more than ten fried mandrake fruits in the past two days!" Leaf puffed out his chest and folded his stomach. He clenched his fists and pounded his chest heavily.     

Laughter, sighs, and curses came from above.     

It was obvious that the guards, who were addicted to gambling, had been betting on Meng Chao's life just like the red-eyed people 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, climb up on your own!     

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

The big iron stick reached through the iron fence and poked Leaf and the other healthy and strong red-eyed rat people.     

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, exposing the smallest surface area to minimize the heat consumption. He remained still as if he was asleep.     

Leaf contemplated for a moment and did not dare to disturb the Reaper.     

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

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

"Leaf, I wish you good luck!"     

...     

At the Blood Skull Arena.     

In the 10,000-man arena.     

The whole place had already been ignited by a volcanic atmosphere.     

"Cheer, for Ice Storm, the strongest female warrior of 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 faun who looked like an abyssal demon and had huge curved horns on his head as well as 360-degree rotating tips that almost pierced his temple, roared at the top of his lungs.     

However, his 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 in the other.     

As his Adam's apple and the muscles on his arms kept trembling, the giant rainbow parrot actually spoke in a voice that was a hundred times louder than that of a human. It resembled some kind of "biological broadcasting system," which caused the audience to step back. The tens of thousands of audience members 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 totem beast skin and bones.     

Hundreds of rat people 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 who were armed to the teeth, confronted each other.     

Although the soldiers who formed the 100-man teams were all rat people...     

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

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

They had been tied up in a chain as they trekked through mountains and rivers, climbed the most dangerous mountains, climbed the steepest rock walls, crossed the fastest river, and experienced the trials of the gates of Hell. They had withstood the selection of the fittest.     

In the dark dungeon, they had seized enough fried mandrake 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 people had been molded into decent warriors.     

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

These rabble seemed capable of withstanding 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 from the elephant clan.     

He was like a combination of a huge elephant and a giant. His body was even stronger than the city walls, and four limbs as thick as pillars that supported the temple grew from it.     

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

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

However, no matter how fierce these two super-heavy weapons, which looked like they could crack the skull of a Tyrannosaurus rex, were, they were not as terrifying as the bone tumor growing at the end of his elephant trunk.     

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

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

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

The rat people standing in front of him were drenched in cold sweat and terrified.     

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

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

It had also earned him the overbearing name, Brute Hammer.     

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

Yet, until today, only he, the real Brute Hammer, remained standing!