Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The Ghost Assassin who had returned from the apocalypse had been hibernating in the body of a loyal and honest university student for too long.

He could no longer wait, wanting to enjoy the thrill of hunting in the dark once again.

According to the information he received from the rat folk servants, there were only three high-level battles involving totem power in the arena where Big Buck was today.

Next, the rat servants tested all kinds of new weapons with strange shapes and new tactics that were full of ideas.

Ninety-nine percent of the new weapons and tactics were rubbish.

Very few audiences were interested in such boring tricks.

The lives of the rat folk servants were not worth much.

Therefore, there was no need for Big Buck to watch the battle.

Around the “moment of the tiger”, he would end his day’s work.

The Turan civilization divided the day into twelve scales. Each moment was equivalent to two hours, and each was named after a ferocious beast.

The moment of the tiger was around four o’clock in the afternoon.

After finishing his work at this time, Big Buck would most likely go to the taverns and casinos next to the Blood Skull Arena with his companions to relax.

Moreover, he had not gone to the Sugar House for three days.

After winning wildly, Meng Chao didn’t think that he could resist the temptation.

According to tradition, he would probably walk into the shabby alley leading to the Sugar House halfway through the moment of the eagle.

At the moment of the insect, which was about ten o’clock at night, he would leave the Sugar House and return to the Blood Skull Arena before his companions, pretending that he had been training his muscles and bones until he was drenched in sweat.

As for the other guests, they would usually leave the sugar house later in the dead of night.

In other words, at the moment of the insect, there was a high chance that Big Buck would appear alone in the poor streets and alleys that Meng Chao had explored and deduced many times.

As for Mr. Buck, the wild boar from Red Creek Town…

He still appeared on time in the tavern every day and scolded Big Buck in public, vowing to take revenge.

According to the tradition of the Turan people, such a “fierce speech” performance would last about five to seven days.

Then, under the “firm persuasion” of his companions, Buck would “leave resentfully” with lingering anger. It could be said that he had temporarily make himself look bigger and saved his face.

He recalled all the details in his mind and went through them one last time.

Meng Chao smiled slightly and stood up abruptly from the liquid that was already as thin as water.

Then, he saw Ice Storm sitting opposite him and looking at him expressionlessly.

Just like last time…

Meng Chao sat back down.

“Do you know, I suddenly had a very bold idea. Could it be that you weren’t hurt at all?”

Ice Storm frowned and asked, “The reason why you pretended to be bloody and covered in wounds was so that Leaf and the others would be deeply moved by your bravery and fearlessness. It was because you were greedy for the free secret medicine here!”

Meng Chao lowered his head and looked at the shiny skin and flesh under the scabs that were quickly peeling off his body.

However, there was not a hint of embarrassment on his face.

“Believe me, I’m really seriously injured and weak.”

Meng Chao said, “Don’t look at how I’ve mostly recovered on the surface. In fact, this is just a facade. I’m strong on the outside but weak on the inside.”

Ice Storm held her forehead and took a deep breath. “Alright, we’ve said before that we don’t investigate each other’s background. Since the saber technique you taught me is really useful, I don’t care whether you’re really injured or not.

“However, may I ask, Mr. Reaper, since you’re already so weak, why didn’t you stay in the medicine vat to rest and even climbed out with a face full of excitement? Where are you planning to go?”

Meng Chao subconsciously touched his cheek.

“Do I have a face full of excitement?” he asked Ice Storm.

“You do.”

The female snow leopard warrior said, “I’ve seen similar expressions on the faces of many clan warriors. Usually, after they put on this expression, they either go to kill or set fire to others, or they go to the dark side to beat them up and rob them of their goods.

“In addition, these days, you haven’t been fully devoted to the training of the rat people like Leaf as you did in the last round of training. Instead, you’ve been lurking around day and night, sneaking around and playing with some weird things that no one has ever seen before.

“My instinct tells me that you’re going to go out and cause a lot of trouble.”

Meng Chao scratched his head.

“You’re wrong about me, Lady Ice Storm.”

He sincerely said, “Even if I do cause trouble, it’s definitely not as big as the trouble you’re facing. As the saying goes, ‘more lice don’t itch, more debt don’t worry.’ Sometimes, one trouble that’s fatal is no different from ten troubles that are fatal.

“I think that you have realized this point, which is why you tore the second totem armor without any scruples, right?”

Ice Storm snorted coldly.

“Although I don’t know what kind of trouble you’re facing, Lady Ice Storm, I know that it is about to explode.”

Meng Chao continued, “I heard from the rat laborers that although your fighting style in the past was gorgeous and fierce on the surface, you were very calm on the inside and knew what to do.

“After all, in Black-corner City, you are an outsider without any background, and you are not willing to completely rely on the Blood Hoof Clan. Therefore, you rarely offend those strong people who will bring trouble.

“However, in the last two fights, you have severely wounded two gladiators with deep backgrounds, tearing and snatching away their totem armors.

“Your crazy pursuit of victory and seizing the armors, without even caring whether or not you will offend the Ironhide Clan, has made me guess that things are about to come to a head for you. Moreover, it is definitely more serious than the Ironhide Clan’s boundless fury.

“If that’s the case, the trouble I’m going to cause is nothing compared to the trouble you’ve already caused.

“However, as long as we continue to cooperate sincerely and fight side by side like we did in the past half a month, I believe that even if it’s a huge trouble, we can solve it together.”

Ice Storm thought for a long time.

“Are you really willing to help me solve my trouble, even if you don’t know what it is?” She did not dare to believe it.

Meng Chao laughed.

“Please believe me. Before the problem that I have to solve in the end, all the problems in the world are not real problems,” he said calmly.

Ice storm was silent for a moment, digesting Meng Chao’s extremely informative and arrogant words.

Then, she asked, “How long are you going out for?”

“About three hours.”

Meng Chao said, “I’ll be back before the ‘moment of the snake.'”

“Do you need my help?”

“Not for the time being.”

“Then do I need to know what you’re going to do?”

“Not for the time being, but tomorrow morning, you’ll find out, Lady Ice Storm.”

“Alright, be careful. The Ironhide Clan has already set their eyes on me, and Casanova has already set his eyes on you.”

“Then we should seize every second. Get ready to solve all your problems!”

…

The moment of the bear.

The old blacksmith’s tavern.

Buck, the wild boar smashed an empty wine glass on a table made of tree stumps and wiped his beard that was covered with inferior wine. He roared at everyone in the tavern, “By the sword! I swear in the name of the ancestral spirit! That arena is really slippery!”

“Indeed!”

At the same table, the wild boar warriors from Red Creek Town hurriedly backed him up. “We all saw it. There are still traces of blood left from the previous fight on that arena. You were going to defeat that guy, but you accidentally slipped and lost to him.”

“Moreover, I didn’t use my full strength at all!”

Buck, the wild boar said with red eyes, “For the friendship between the Ironhide Clan and the Blood Hoof Clan! For the unity of the entire Blood Hoof family! I only used half of my strength! Who knew that this b*stard would use all of his strength!”

“That’s right, of course you didn’t use all of your strength.”

His companions spoke one after another. “If you had used all of your strength, Buck of the Blood Hoof Clan would have already flown out of the arena and into the audience seats. How could he steal your victory with a despicable sneak attack?”

“I’m Buck from Red Creek Town!”

Buck, the wild boar clenched the empty wine glass into a lump of sawdust and roared for the third time. “My grandfather’s grandfather once killed countless Gollum Beasts, Thunder Beasts, and Six-armed Orangutans in the forest. The blood of these totem beasts dyed the entire stream red!

“My grandfather once followed the army of Turan and fought his way into the land of Holy Light. Before he was blasted into meat paste by the Holy Light, he chopped off the heads of a hundred night watchers, fifty ascetics, and thirty mages in one go. He even accidentally stepped on the heads of two dwarves who had crawled out of the ground!

“My father was the greatest warrior within a hundred miles of Red Creek Town. He was able to throw rocks that were even larger than the elephant men to a distance of more than a hundred arms.

“I, on the other hand, have such a glorious bloodline flowing in my body. All the ancestral spirits are staring at me. I will never lose to this guy named Buck. No, he is not qualified to call himself Buck. One day, I will beat him so hard that he will never dare to call himself Buck again

“Praise the ancestral spirits!”

“By the ax, no one can humiliate the warriors from Red Creek Town like this. No one!”

“One day, we will definitely kill this Big Buck!”

Most of Buck’s companions were also surnamed “Red Creek.” They were all brothers of the same race who shared the same bloodline and worshipped the same ancestral spirits.

The humiliation Buck suffered was their humiliation.

Buck’s hatred was also their hatred.

With a common enemy, the atmosphere quickly reached its peak.

Putting vengeance aside, at least they drank a lot of bad wine brewed from the shells of mandrake fruits.

Logically speaking, even if mandrake flowers bloomed, the raw materials used to brew wine were scarce, and the price of wine changed with each day.

With their status as local tyrants, they would not drink the cheapest inferior wine in such a third-class tavern.

The problem was that in the arena a few days ago, they had bet almost everything they had on Buck, the wild boar and lost everything.

They could only ignore the turbid wine and the various dregs, including the straw, and drink one cup after another with their eyes closed.

Deep in their throats, there seemed to be a red-hot chain pulling back and forth.

It made them hate Big Buck of the Blood Hoof Clan even more.