Chapter 744 Complete Victory

"Unlock the shackles on them," the person in charge of the school said.

"Are you sure?" the slave trader hesitated, "They are not ordinary people, and they are not honest at all. Don't we need more manpower?"

"If we can't even deal with them, then we don't need to open any schools. It's better to close them as soon as possible." The person in charge of the school said calmly,

After hearing this, the slave trader finally no longer hesitated and opened the wooden door of the prison car.

The German prisoners of war stepped out of the car one after another. The tallest man among them squinted at the person in charge of the school, and then moved his wrists and ankles as if no one was watching.

The slave trader turned his attention to the school director on the other side.

The latter said, "Hurry up, don't wait any longer."

So the slave trader took out the key and opened the chains on the Germans. He deliberately left the burliest man at the end, but an accident still happened. When he walked over and opened the shackles of the other party, the next step was Within seconds, the other party immediately grabbed his neck and lifted him up from the ground with only one hand.

The slave trader struggled desperately, kicked his legs randomly, and reached out in a vain attempt to break the Germanic man's hand off. However, his counterattack seemed weak and weak in the eyes of the other party.

His face was red from holding back, and he could feel the oxygen disappearing from his body bit by bit.

However, neither the two trainers nor the six gladiators had any reaction.

Just when the slave trader's consciousness became increasingly blurred and he thought he was going to die here, the burly Germanic man suddenly let go of his hand.

The slave trader's body fell back to the ground. His toes touched the ground first, but then his calves softened and he knelt down in front of the burly Germanic man.

The head of the Gladiator School snorted coldly, "It seems you are not stupid enough."

"Really, I think what he said makes sense," the burly Germanic man said proudly, "You should prepare more manpower to deal with Bach."

"What's worse than barbarism is stupidity. Your name is Bach?" the school leader said coldly, "Give this idiot named Bach a training sword and let's see how much he weighs." After he said that, Then he said to Bach, "You'd better be half as good as your mouth and prove yourself worthy of the seven thousand sesterces. Habitus, play with him."

The gladiator named Habitus smiled slightly when he heard this, and walked out of the crowd. He threw a wooden training sword at the feet of the Germans, and at the same time warned, "If you feel pain later, remember to ask for mercy." , I will try to be gentle."

Habitus did not choose to continue the verbal spat with the Germans. He took out his training sword and weighed it twice in his hand. "The person standing in front of you is the Gaulish Habitus, from Victor Arena." …”

As a result, before he finished introducing himself, Bach on the opposite side had already drawn his sword.

If anyone really thinks that these Germans are as stupid and straightforward as they appear on the surface, they are completely wrong. In fact, these guys are quite cunning of barbarians. Bach noticed Habitus’s expression when he introduced himself. Somewhat relaxed, he took action without hesitation.

He moved quickly and was as agile as a leopard. He arrived in front of Habitus in one long stride.

The wooden sword in his hand was swung out, bringing up a gust of wind.

However, Habitus on the other side did not panic when he saw this. He obviously had no precautions before, but he easily avoided Bach's sneak attack by turning his body, and then gently hooked Bach's left leg with his toes. The attacker was unable to recover in time and was still carrying the force of forward thrust. He was suddenly staggered by the hook. The strong Germanic man lost his balance and fell to the ground, almost missing a mouthful of sand.

"You Germans are so loud with your mouth, but your bodies are quite honest. It's too polite to kneel down as soon as you meet someone." Habitus teased.

This time it was the gladiator's turn to burst into laughter.

"Poor guy, if it were in the arena, Habitus would have already stabbed this stupid guy in the back with his sword in pursuit of victory."

"So these Germans are just a facade."

The disdainful words of the gladiators obviously aroused the blood in Bach's heart.

"Come again!" The Germanic man seemed very unwilling, yelled, and took up his posture again.

This time he seemed much more cautious, obviously knowing that the little gladiator in front of him was not easy to deal with.

His opponent, Habitus, was still smiling indifferently.

Afterwards, it was Bach who launched the attack first. This time the German was finally able to use all his abilities. Although his swordsmanship was unstructured, it was fierce and ruthless. It could maximize his strength advantage and was generally face-to-face. In response to his terrifying aura, they would basically be timid before fighting, and they could only use half of their strength.

But Habitus was not among them. He dodged left and right, trying his best to avoid the Germans' frontal attacks, and then kept using some little tricks to harass his opponents.

As a result, Bach became angrier and angrier, roaring continuously but unable to do anything to the annoying guy in front of him.

Bach felt like a circus lion with no claws, but every move he made was the butt of laughter.

Finally, he couldn't help but roared, "Let's do it together!"

The remaining Germans looked at each other, but before they made any move, the person in charge of the school on the other side spoke first, "Give them the training sword."

Six gladiators and six German prisoners of war, exactly one to one, no more and no less.

The two trainers even gave instructions on the movements to help the gladiators perfect their fighting skills, and this move completely angered the Germans.

However, with the lessons learned from Bach, the other five Germanic prisoners did not dare to underestimate the enemy at this time, and they all worked up their spirits. However, some things cannot be solved with a correct attitude, even though these Germanic prisoners of war have resorted to eating and drinking. Although the strength of the breasts was strong, the result of the battle was still overwhelming.

The gladiators were victorious, and all six Germans, including Bach, were beaten cleanly to the ground.

The person in charge of the school spoke again at this time, "It is a good thing to have confidence, but as long as you have this level, don't talk big words all day long. Don't think that you have killed a few people and have some military exploits to be a master. The people in front of you are These gladiators have experienced much more brutal battles than you, these are the real men, and compared to them, you are nothing."