EndlessFantasy Translation

  EndlessFantasy Translation

  “Bang!”


  Brute Hammer

  ?swung his two giant spiked maces and smashed them hard. Sparks flew with a deafening explosion.

  Sensing the shocking killing intent from the sparks, he recalled the scene of countless pitiful opponents having their skulls smashed by him. The hundreds of fully-armed rat people on the opposite side trembled as if they were naked.

  They wanted to retreat.

  However, their legs were frozen by the frost.

  It was more like countless sharp icicles were aimed at their backs. If they took half a step back, they would be riddled with holes.

  A female warrior, who was about the same height as a human and considered petite and dainty among the advanced orcs, stood behind them expressionlessly.

  From her carefully trimmed short hair to her nearly transparent eyes, to her skin that was as fine as mutton fat, to the hair on the key parts of her body, there was no color on her body at all, only a breathtaking snow-white.

  Paired with her sharp claws, sharp teeth, and streamlined body, it was really like the land of the far north, the land of the night where the sun could never shine. The coldest and purest ice had been dug out and modeled after the posture of a cheetah. It was an ice sculpture carved out of ice.

  However, when the huge scarlet sun smeared the blood-like sunlight on the woman, who had a cold aura and pure white hair, as well as eyes…… a layer of silver-like brilliance appeared, blinding the tens of thousands of spectators.

  In terms of body size, the difference between the two was huge.

  In terms of aura, there was a world of difference.

  Moreover, Brute Hammer came from the Barbarian Elephant Clan. He was an all out Blood Hoof warrior, a native of Black-corner City.

  However, the blood of the Snow Leopard Clan flowed in his opponent’s body. She was the leader of the five great clans and a member of the Gold Clan. She was considered an outsider in Black-corner City.

  Despite that, all the audience members were shouting her name.

  “Ice Storm! Ice Storm! Ice Storm!”


  Such preferential treatment made Brute Hammer fly into a rage.

  He rolled his long trunk up the bone tumor and smashed it heavily on the ground. Hundreds of crisscrossing cracks appeared on the hard ground of the arena.

  The giant gladiator, who was ten times heavier than his opponent, roared and pounced on his opponent.

  The battle officially began.

  The barbarian elephant warrior from the Blood Hoof Clan, Brute Hammer……

  The female snow leopard warrior from the Gold Clan, Ice Storm.

  Both of them had dozens of undefeated records and were the Blood Skull Arena’s trump cards!

  Moreover, this was not only a battle between trump cards, but also a battle of individual valor.

  It was also a competition of training and leadership to see if they were qualified to command thousands of Blood Hoof warriors to defeat the Gold Clan and seize the glory of No. 1 clan!

  Therefore, the two main players had not crossed swords yet.

  Hundreds of rat militia under their command had already charged forward.

  Some parts went beyond the entire audience’s expectations.

  The hundred-man army commanded by Brute Hammer was evidently better organized and more flexible in formation. Even his hamster-men seemed to have thicker hands and feet than their opponents.

  With Brute Hammer’s angry roar, the hundred-man phalanx quickly split in the middle, making way for the main general from the elephant clan.

  With two earth-shaking steps, Brute Hammer charged from the back of the battle formation to the front. He also led the rat militia and naturally changed from the phalanx into a charging formation like a sharp arrow.

  He was naturally the sharpest and heaviest heavy arrow.

  Boom!

  Brute Hammer was the first to charge into the hundred-man phalanx under Ice Storm’s command.

  The two extremely heavy maces and the bone tumor on the elephant’s trunk set off three destructive storms. In a single exchange, four or five of the rat soldiers under Ice Storm’s command were sent flying. Blood spurted wildly in the air as they drew four or five blood-red arcs and landed heavily on the ground. Their tendons and bones were broken, and it seemed that they would not survive.

  The remaining rat soldiers were scared out of their wits.

  The courage and morale that they had gathered for several days were smashed into the clouds by the mace.

  Their originally solid formation was soon torn into pieces. The army was routed and dispersed by the other hundred-man army, whose morale had been boosted.

  At that moment, Ice Storm was like a silver bolt of lightning, striking at the front of the battle formation.

  One had to admit that this female snow leopard warrior from the Gold Clan indeed had the sharpness, agility, and ferocity that the Blood Hoof Clan, which was famous for its immense strength, lacked.

  Silver lightning coiled around Brute Hammer’s trunk, instantly leaving dozens of wounds all over his body.

  Up and down, left and right, elusive figures, and dazzling attacks made the audience exclaim in satisfaction.

  It also confused Brute Hammer no matter how hard he swung his mace.

  However, in order to pursue extreme speed, the lightning-fast attacks did not have the effect of a decisive strike.

  The barbarian elephant warriors were known for their rough skin and thick flesh.

  Brute Hammer was also one of the best among the barbarian elephant warriors.

  His wounds that appeared to be dripping with blood, only felt like tickles to him and even brought him pleasure.

  Although Ice Storm had added the power of frost to her attacks……

  And it caused the wounds on Brute Hammer to freeze as the chill penetrated deep into his bones……

  While Brute Hammer’s muscles twitched and his blood boiled, the frost broke and melted one after another.

  It was an ugly scene for the elephant warrior to be suppressed by an opponent several times smaller than him.

  Despite that, Brute Hammer successfully used his iron-like body to firmly restrain the storm-like attacks and offset his opponent’s greatest advantage, speed.

  Taking advantage of this opportunity, Brute Hammer’s rat militia killed the rat militia that Ice Storm had trained.

  Ice Storm was much better than the ace gladiators from the Barbarian Elephant Clan in terms of individual valor.

  In terms of training and leadership, however, she was far inferior to her opponent.

  Brute Hammer’s rat soldiers were all well-trained and well-coordinated. On top of that, their morale was at an all-time high.

  The rat militia trained by Ice Storm had suffered a blow right in the beginning of the match, and their morale had completely collapsed. Naturally, they were crushed like a mountain.

  Moreover, Brute Hammer had deliberately moved the battlefield between him and Ice Storm to the area where the rat militia was the most concentrated.

  Whether it was his spiked mace, elephant trunk, bone tumor, or the silver lightning that shot out from Ice Storm……

  To the rat militia, it was an irresistible disaster.

  The rat militia on Brute Hammer’s side had long known of the general’s tactics, and they had cooperated with Brute Hammer to rehearse it many times.

  When they saw the two bloodthirsty clan warriors approach them, they hurriedly covered their heads and fled to save themselves.

  On the other hand, the rat militia on Ice Storm’s side were hit first until they were disoriented. Then they became muddled in the battle between the two generals. Soon, they were affected by the war flames of a higher level.

  Along with the desperate screams of the rat militia, broken limbs flew all over the sky, and broken corpses scattered all over the ground.

  The war drums around the arena were played even more intensely.

  The audience was stimulated by the strong smell of blood. They stood up in excitement and hit their chests with all their might, letting out terrifying bestial howls.

  Some people even switched their cheers for Ice Storm to loud boos, telling Ice Storm not to only focus on herself, but to pay attention to the overall situation and the soldiers under her command.

  Ice Storm naturally saw through Brute Hammer’s tactics.

  She snorted coldly and wanted to withdraw.

  However, she was not protecting her small soldiers. Instead, she was returning the favor with an eye for an eye.?She wanted to slaughter the rat militia on Brute Hammer’s side.

  Meanwhile, Brute Hammer grinned and fully displayed his tall and sturdy body, which was like an iron wall. He firmly blocked Ice Storm’s path.

  After all, both sides were gladiators of the same level.

  Even if Ice Storm had a higher level of skill, she would not be able to kill recklessly with Brute Hammer’s interference and blocking.

  On the contrary, Brute Hammer, relying on his tough skin and thick flesh, would rather take a few more hits from Ice Storm to send a few of the rat soldiers under her flying.

  The situation quickly became clear.

  From the very beginning, Brute Hammer had never given Ice Storm a chance to fight. He commanded his hundred-man team to advance steadily and methodically like an iron wall filled with spears.

  The rat soldiers on Ice Storm’s side either died on the spot and welcomed a rather decent ending……

  Or they were seriously injured, missing arms and legs. Their blood splattered all over the ground, but they were perhaps the luckiest ones. With their fearless courage, they had purified the dirty blood in their veins. If they were lucky enough to survive, they would be able to work in the Blood Skull Arena, doing odd jobs other than fighting, such as cleaning, cooking, washing clothes, and beating the drums.

  A lot of rat soldiers were also scared out of their wits, and they directly jumped out of the arena.

  According to the rules, jumping out of the arena was equivalent to admitting defeat. Gladiators disdained chasing after deserters.

  However, deserters would never be able to wash away their shame or get a second chance.

  What awaited these cowards would be their expulsion from the Blood Skull Arena. They would later be sent to the dark mines, foundries, and totem beast hunting grounds…… Within a year or so at most, they would be cruelly squeezed to death.

  Just like that, Ice Storm became a lone wolf.

  On Brute Hammer’s side, there were still more than fifty rat soldiers who still possessed the most basic combat strength.

  They quickly shrunk into a tight square formation and simultaneously stabbed their spears, which were embedded with bone spikes, outward like angry hedgehogs.

  With this method, they were able to guard against Ice Storm’s sneak attacks.

  Following that, the rat militia in the back of the line threw spears at Ice Storm.

  To the ace gladiators, the rat militia’s spears were so light that they did not have the slightest speed or strength.

  Even if they had their hands behind their backs, did not dodge, and allowed the pikes to stab their bodies, it would not be able to cause too much damage to the aces.

  With that in mind, in order to increase the viewing and uncertainty of the battle, all the weapons used by the rat militia were smeared with a large amount of anesthetic and poison.

  Although it was still impossible to take the lives of the aces……

  It could cause a small amount of trouble at the very least.

  Having their hands forced, the aces had no choice but to divert one-tenth of their attention to deal with the persistent rat soldiers.

  Facing an opponent that was almost as strong as them and still having to divert one-tenth of their attention elsewhere, it was tantamount to directly announcing the battle final outcome.