บท 964: Master of Rhythm

The tens of thousands of audience members were also gnashing their teeth in hatred like Broken Tusk.

"Too useless, too shameless!"

They waved their fists, beat their chests, slapped their thighs heavily, and complained at the same time.

Well, it was not that they could not accept the servant soldiers running away.

After all, what could they expect from a bunch of lowly rat civilians?

However, even if the other rat soldiers wanted to escape, they would at least have to fight with real swords and spears first. If half of them fell, and the other half ran away, then it would be alright!

How could they be too afraid to even show their weapons during their first encounter? Then, perhaps they could immediately scatter and run away with their heads held high?

Yet, this bunch of rabble even ran away so coquettishly.

They seemed to be in a panic and were in a complete disarray. They ran around the arena like headless flies.