Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!
Wisps of white smoke immediately rose from Meng Chao's palms.
Yet he could not feel any pain at all.
He only felt two magma-like torrents surge in through his palms, then race along the spirit veins in his arms like two flame wyrms baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, charging straight into the depths of his brain.
In an instant, his entire field of vision was smeared scarlet by fiercely burning blood.
When the scarlet gradually faded, however, the world around him had changed completely.
He was no longer deep within the danger-ridden Blood Skull Shrine.
Instead, he stood atop the main arena of the majestic Blood Skull Arena.
And he was no longer Meng Chao.
He was the legendary Gladiator, "Two Four Nine"!
The sensation was exceedingly bizarre.
It was as though some mysterious yet irresistible force had pulled his soul from his own shell, carried it through time and space, and poured it into the body of Two Four Nine from several centuries ago.
From Two Four Nine's perspective, he instantly experienced all 249 life-and-death battles, winning 249 victories through incomparably brutal methods and, naturally, reaping the lives of hundreds of opponents.
This was not the first time Meng Chao had undergone something like this.
Whenever he had devoured fragments of Totem Armor from other Clan Warriors in the past, he would also, in a daze, experience bloody and grotesque slaughter after slaughter through different identities.
He knew that the ancient Artificial Intelligence contained within the Totem Armor fragments had read the combat memories of the armor's past generations, perhaps even dozens of generations, of owners, converted all those memories into the purest combat data, and crazily branded them deep into his brain.
Put simply and crudely, this was a kind