Like Broken Tooth, the tens of thousands of spectators were gnashing their teeth in hatred.
"They're utterly useless! Absolutely shameless!"
They waved their fists, pounded their chests, and slapped their thighs hard, complaining in unison.
Fine, it was not as though they could not accept servant soldiers fleeing in defeat.
After all, what could anyone expect from a bunch of lowly ratfolk?
But even if other ratfolk servant soldiers wanted to run, they ought to have exchanged a few real blows first, then fled after half of them had fallen, right?
Who scattered like birds and beasts the moment they met, not even daring to raise their weapons, fleeing with their heads in their hands?
What was more, this rabble even fled with such flamboyant flair.
They looked panicked and utterly routed, darting all over the arena like headless flies.
Yet the Ironhide Family's seemingly elite ratfolk servant soldiers charged again and again without even catching a single hair of theirs.
The spectators had already raised their expectations to the fullest, their eyes wide open as they waited to see these cowards and slugs smashed by Venom Sting Squad's rampaging charge until their tendons snapped, bones broke, bodies tore into pieces, and their organs splattered everywhere!
In the end, one side fled in wretched disarray while the other pursued ferociously. The scene looked lively enough, yet not a single drop of blood was spilled—oh, there had been two clouds of human-shaped Blood Mist, but those had resulted from two Totem Warriors accidentally injuring their own men.
Such a bizarre spectacle left every spectator feeling as though something was lodged in their throats, neither rising nor falling, suffocating them with frustration.
Had Ice Storm not remained as valiant as ever, and had the clash between Mithril Ripper and Million Steam Hammers