The evolutionary mutation that occurred in the sole survivor pushed the already boiling atmosphere around the arena to the very peak of frenzy.
Especially when the armored ratman forcefully severed the Totem Beast's head, held the bucket-sized skull high overhead, and let out a roar.
Every spectator in the arena rose to their feet, applauding and cheering for him with all their strength.
Meng Chao heard many spectators seriously discussing new names for this ratman they had never met before—would "Pig Slaughterer" sound more imposing, or would "Pig Slaughtering Knife" ring louder?
This atmosphere of wholehearted immersion in, and enjoyment of, gladiatorial combat left Meng Chao somewhat dazed.
By Earthlings' standards, High-Level Orcs were truly an incredibly bizarre bunch.
Clan Warriors had a brutal, cold-blooded side. They could mercilessly loot every last Mandala Fruit that an entire village depended on for survival.
If the villagers showed even the slightest disobedience, the whole village would be slaughtered.
The weak ratmen were not regarded as kin, or even as living beings. They were merely tools, even fuel, fit only to have the last drop of grease squeezed from the depths of their bones in dungeons, Casting Workshops, construction sites, and Cannon Fodder Troops.
They did not even spare ratmen's corpses, literally tearing them into ten thousand pieces and offering them to the "sacred ancestral spirits."
They were just as heartless toward their own blood relatives, even their offspring.
Any offspring born weak and unable to pass the Coming-of-Age Ceremony would be discarded without hesitation by the Clan Warriors, branded as "ratmen," sent to Casting Workshops, or even exiled to the edges of Turanze to fend for themselves.
Yet when ratmen displayed strength and courage that did not match their status, they could cheer for them from the bottoms of their hearts, accept