Ice Storm could no longer hold herself back.
If the servant soldiers Meng Chao had "carefully selected" for her from the depths of the dungeon before could still be called "utterly unremarkable," then this middle-aged man, whose limbs were even thinner and longer than Ye Zi's and whose face was covered in wrinkles, was simply a crooked melon and cracked date.
From her hair down to her tail, Ice Storm sized Spider up several times, yet she still could not see what qualifications this fellow, who looked as though a gust of wind could blow him over, had to become her servant soldier.
"Is this fellow called 'Spider' stronger than those burly men who passed the 'Path of Glory'?"
Suppressing the fury stirring within her, Ice Storm frowned and asked.
"I don't know."
Meng Chao shook his head and said calmly, "But if he and the ten burly men ranked behind Ye Zi who passed the Path of Glory were locked in the same cell with a Totem Beast, I'd wager everything I have that the one who endured until the end would definitely be this 'Spider.'"
Ice Storm's white brows rose high.
She had not expected Meng Chao to rate this unremarkable-looking middle-aged man so highly.
"Why?" the Snow Leopard Female Warrior could not help asking.
"Because besides me, he lasted the longest in the depths of the dungeon."
Meng Chao said, "He held out in the depths of the dungeon for a full ten days, yet he was still standing tall and full of life."
"But he's very frail."
Ice Storm said, "It looks like he didn't manage to seize many Fried Mandala Fruits."
"That is precisely what makes him formidable."
Meng Chao said, "If a strong and sturdy ratfolk entered the dungeon and immediately seized the most