The vast Blood Skull Arena fell silent in an instant.
If Ice Storm defeating Venom Sting had merely been a bolt from the blue—shocking, perhaps, but not unheard of—
then the seemingly slender Ratfolk Boy sending a house-rat servant captain several times larger than himself flying with a battle axe, in an incomparably savage display, was like a once-in-a-century magnitude-ten earthquake.
And the earthquake was not over yet.
Under the dazed gazes of tens of thousands, Ye Zi's roar sounded the horn for a counterattack.
The "wild rats," who moments ago had been "panic-stricken, scurrying about with their heads in their hands," all unleashed the skills Meng Chao had taught them over the past few days. Wrath wrapped itself around the Hundred Battles Blade Technique as they pounced on the petrified "house rats" like hungry tigers falling upon sheep, raining blows down over their heads.
The house-rat servants of Venom Sting's team finally paid the price for their arrogance.
During their successive charges just now, the tendons and joints in their legs had endured pressure far beyond their limits, swelling and cracking one after another.
Perhaps if they could swiftly win this gladiatorial match, rest at once, and apply secret medicine, the swelling and cracks would slowly fade away.
But as Ye Zi and the others launched their fierce counterattack, while their own commander lay grievously wounded and writhing in agony, they, like Broken Tooth, were scared out of their wits and utterly exhausted. They could no longer suppress the needle-prick agony shooting through the tendons and joints of their legs.
Caught utterly off guard, more than a dozen "house rats" still in charging stances were cut down by the "wild rats" like Mandala Trees struck by lightning and snapped apart.
The remaining "house rats" stood dumbfounded, drenched in cold