Before long, the scattered murmurs gathered into a chaotic tide, which then swelled into a raging ocean.
Everyone—whether they had supported other star fighters in the past, lost a fortune betting against Ice Storm just now, or were Boar People unaffiliated with the Ironhide Family—jumped to their feet.
They swung their arms in wide arcs, cheering and applauding with every ounce of strength in their bodies.
That was right. Ice Storm had gone mad.
But wasn't that exactly what the audience wanted to see?
No matter who the opponent was, she charged forward like a mad demon, regardless of consequences, crushing them with unstoppable force, tearing them into scraps, grinding them into minced flesh, burning them into ash.
This was real gladiatorial combat!
The audience had long grown sick of the increasingly mediocre games of late.
If every gladiatorial match had to be decided by arbiters instead of, as in the old days, by blood and death, why would they travel all this way, cram themselves into cramped seats, and watch children playing house?
Most gladiators had long since set their hearts on the Five Clans Competition and the Era of Glory.
Only Ice Storm still retained the most traditional and purest spirit of a gladiator!
"Ice Storm! Ice Storm! Ice Storm! Ice Storm!"
For a moment, the Snow Leopard Female Warrior's name exploded once more from the depths of tens of thousands of throats, shaking the entire arena and ringing through the heavens.
Amid the fervent cheers, the banner representing victory finally rose slowly.
Kassava, clad from head to toe in armor, pounced onto the stage in a fury and promptly dragged away the unconscious Hippo Warrior, lest the Snow Leopard Female Warrior seize even more fragments of Totem Armor.
"Ice Storm, you've gone mad!"
Looking at the two