The Blood Skull Arena, which could hold fifty to eighty thousand people, was packed to the brim.
When the Ice Storm Squad entered, every spectator fell into a moment of stunned silence.
They had just heard rumors that two teams about to fight had encountered each other early in the Hall of Glory and clashed.
To be honest, conflicts before a match had never been news in the arena.
There had even been cases where the winner was decided before the gladiatorial match began.
But for one side to be beaten until they fled with their heads in their hands, running all over the arena—that was explosive news no one could believe.
Not to mention that the side fleeing with their heads in their hands was the squad led by Ice Storm, the "Frost Queen."
Turan People could lose, and they could die.
But how could they flee in panic before they had even set foot on a real battlefield?
Every spectator was beside themselves with rage.
Ice Storm's former supporters in particular felt profound frustration and betrayal.
One after another, they unleashed the loudest boos at their former ace.
Yet Meng Chao and the others strode in with their heads held high, their grand entrance silencing tens of thousands of spectators.
The fighting spirit pouring from them and shooting straight into the heavens made them look nothing like cowardly rats who had just been chased into a state of chickens flying and dogs jumping.
The spectators looked at one another, silently asking with their eyes, "Was there some mistake? How could Ice Storm's team possibly have run away? Were they confused with another squad?"
But when they took a closer look at Ice Storm's team—Meng Chao's frailty, Ye Zi's slenderness, the spider's wrinkles, and the battered, bruised Wild Rat