Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"Yezi, remember, there is no power in this world that those nobles who claim to be born with glorious blood can master, but we cannot master it."

Meng Chao felt Ye Zi's kindness, but he still couldn't help saying, "If we can't grasp a certain kind of powerful power for a while, it's just that we haven't met all the conditions, or haven't found the right way to open it.

"As long as you study hard, study carefully, and don't be afraid of failure, one day, the weakest rat people will have the opportunity to climb to the highest peak in this world step by step-this is called 'cultivation'!"

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

It also seemed that a brand new eye had been cut out of the boy'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 psionic martial arts.

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

As well as the dagger fighting technique learned from the Black Skull training camp in the previous life, there are dozens of tricky stabbing techniques that attack vital points from incredible angles.

Ye Zi was originally gifted.

After passing through the caves and caves, the infusion of mysterious murals.

Coupled with the ability of the limbs to stretch at will.

He was a natural born assassin.

Even if the time is too short, you can't learn much essence.

At least it can be seen that he has the shadow of "superior advice".

Meng Chao also used the memory fragments of his previous life to teach Ye Zi some fighting skills of the Turan civilization in his previous life.

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

What I can barely recall are just oddly shaped flower shelves.

But he believes that even if it is a ostentatious display, in the eyes of professionals, you can still find the value hidden in it.

The leaves are like a sponge that has been exposed to the sun for a whole day, eagerly learning the unheard of martial arts secrets.

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

Inside the seemingly thin body, explosive power has been sealed.

At this moment, if he faced those burly red-eyed rat people again, he no longer needed to use tricks or abilities.

With the simplest and most brutal method, they can all be knocked down.

Even so, Meng Chao still asked Ye Zi to be careful not to cause public anger.

In two days, another seven rounds of food were thrown between the iron bars above the cell.

Every time Ye Zi hides part of his strength, keeps a low profile and is cautious, let the strongest red-eyed rat people take action to snatch and kill each other first, and he will only take action when they are all bloody, and take two to three pieces of oil. Fried mandala fruit.

Not necessarily no red-eyed rat people saw through his intentions.

Be wary of this little lunatic who knocked down the number one rat man.

But every time Ye Zi made a move, he would never snatch more than three fried mandala fruits, and it would not pose a fatal threat to the strongest red-eyed rat people.

Thinking of his ferocity when he attacked No. 1 ratman, the strongest red-eyed ratmen felt that there was no need to fight this little lunatic for two or three fried mandala fruits.

Those rat people who had been hungry for several days and were extremely weak, naturally lacked the courage and strength, ran to the dark corner of the dungeon, looking for Meng Chao and Ye Zi's bad luck.

In this way, in two days, Ye Zi snatched a total of 18 fried mandala fruits.

Nine fruits each, making the boy's face reappear bloody.

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

finally--

When the sound of the big iron rod hitting the iron fence sounded again, no food was thrown down. Instead, the iron fence weighing a thousand catties above the heads of the crowd was "squeaked and creaked" lifted.

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

Relying on the reflection and condensation of the polished arc-shaped metal sheet around the oil lamp, the light like a searchlight swept across the red-eyed rat people one by one.

Scanning Meng Chaoshi in the corner, there was a "Huh" from above.

"Is this plague-stricken person still alive?" Someone asked in surprise.

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

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

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

There was laughter, moaning and cursing from above.

Obviously, the guards, who were addicted to gambling, also bet 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.

A series of sharp eyes carefully observed Ye Zi's elastic skin and strong muscles.

"you!

"you!

"And you, the big man missing half an ear, climbed up by yourself!

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

The big iron stick reached into the iron fence, and poked a little bit on the healthiest and strongest red-eyed rat people like Ye Zi.

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

The road to revenge is finally a solid first step.

He looked back at Master Reaper gratefully.

Meng Chao was facing the corner, curled up into a ball, using the smallest surface area to achieve the smallest calorie consumption, motionless, as if asleep.

Ye Zi thought for a while, but didn't dare to disturb Lord Reaper.

He took a deep breath, and using both hands and feet, he struggled to climb up towards the light.

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

"Leaf, good luck!"

...

Blood Skull Arena.

Thousands of people arena.

It has been detonated by a magma-like atmosphere.

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

A sheep-headed man with a huge curved horn hovering above his head, with the 360-degree rotating tip almost poking into his temple, like an abyssal demon, roared hoarsely.

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

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

Accompanied by the continuous tremor of the Adam's apple and arm muscles, the giant colorful parrot made a sound that resembles human words but is a hundred times louder. Tens of thousands of spectators could hear it clearly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Surrounding the arena are hundreds of war drums made of totem beast hides and bones.

Hundreds of rat people, naked to the waist and as strong as calves, gritted their teeth, with ferocious faces, and slammed down the drumsticks with all their strength.

The air, which was already extremely hot, was almost on fire when it was bombarded by violent drumbeats.

On the arena like a magma lake, two centurions armed to the teeth are confronting each other fiercely.

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

However, it is different from the old and weak women and children who live in the backcountry, have no pressure to survive, are carefree but have no power to restrain chickens.

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

They are bundled into a string, wading through mountains and rivers, climbing over the steepest mountains, swinging over the steepest rock walls, wading through the most turbulent rivers, and going through many tests of ghost gates, and have withstood the selection of the survival of the fittest.

In the dark dungeon, grab enough fried mandala fruits to prove that they are the strongest, the most cunning, the toughest, and the most qualified to survive.

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

These carefully selected rat people have been prepared to be quite capable fighters.

Put on the armor with mandala bark inlaid with totem animal bones, and carry a few polished mandala branches as throwing spears. Even the strongest guy among them can get a few guns from the "Holy Light Eternal Shining" Land", the rusty sword.

These mobs seem to be able to withstand one or two rounds of charges by the clan warriors.

Behind the two centurions stood a clan warrior respectively.

The height on the left is more than five arms high, like a big moving mountain of meat, and it can be seen at a glance that it is a typical savage elephant.

He was like a fusion of a colossus and a giant. From a body that was stronger than a city wall, he grew thick limbs like beams and pillars supporting a temple.

Every step taken would cause the indestructible arena to shake slightly.

And he still seems to think that his destructive power is not amazing enough. His hands the size of cattail leaf fans are holding a mace—of course, they are all in line with his amazing body shape. They are enlarged, lengthened and heavier, and they are fused with ten ordinary heavy weapons. Together, the super-heavy weapons that can be refined.

But no matter how ferocious these two super-heavy weapons that seem to be able to smash the tyrannosaurus rex open with a stick, they are not as terrible as the bone tumor growing at the end of the elephant's trunk.

As the elephant's trunk flicked under the high raised fangs, the hole drilled by himself on the bone tumor also made a screaming sound due to the flow and compression of the air.

It was like a meteor hammer that had smashed countless heads, making the wailing of the undead.

Hearing this scream, even the burly rat people who were beating drums under the stage couldn't help swallowing their saliva with difficulty.

The rat people standing opposite him were dripping with cold sweat and trembling with fear.

Everyone knew that this gigantic bone tumor was the most brutal weapon used by the elephant gladiators.

This bone tumor helped him crush dozens of fully armed opponents in this arena.

It also earned him the domineering name "Wildhammer".

Later, dozens of opponents using heavy weapons wanted to seize the name.

But to this day, only he—the real Wildhammer—is still standing here!