Chapter 748 Does It Hurt? (Added Update for Leader CzLB)

"As you know, there are many types of gladiators, such as sword fighters, shield fighters, net fighters, chasers, etc. They are all different. Although it is up to the school to decide what type of gladiator you will eventually become, you can first Tell the school the type of gladiator you want to be based on the weapons and fighting styles you are good at, and I will take your opinions into full consideration when making the final ranking.

"Attention, this is something you need to be careful about, because it will determine your next development direction. It does not mean that once selected, it cannot be changed at all, but this will mean that a lot of the training you have done in the early stage will be in vain. , means that you will start later than others, and accordingly, the chance of passing the final assessment will be lower.

"So, the best way is to think clearly about what you want to do at the beginning, what your strengths are, and if you have any doubts or unclear points about it, you can ask the trainers present for advice. Everyone has their own areas of expertise and fighting methods. They may be retired gladiators, snitches, warriors, killers, etc... In short, each of them has something worth learning from you, and you can learn from it. How high it is is up to you, and you don’t need to tell the answer right away, because we will conduct a week of basic training first.”

As Gaby spoke, he looked around at the crowd and found that some people were not paying much attention to listening. He sneered, "Of course, I believe some of you have already thought about this answer before coming here, or... It's good to have your own fighting habits, but there is one thing... the things you are used to may not necessarily be correct. I have seen a net fighter. He chose to become a net fighter because he was a fisherman before and he was familiar with fishing nets and fish. He is most familiar with the cross, so he naturally thinks that he should be a net fighter. However, no matter how hard he trains, he always loses more than he wins.

"So after almost losing his life, he finally decided to try to switch to a shield warrior, and then he won seven consecutive victories. As I said, use this week to think carefully, what do you guys think? Whichever type is suitable for you, don’t regret it at the last moment of your life, it will be too late,” Gabi paused here.

"Only a real man can pass the final test and become a glorious gladiator. Don't get me wrong, I'm not thinking about your lives, I just don't want your blood to tarnish this arena full of history and legends. Remember that before you, many great names were born here. Compared with them, you now are worse than shit... If, if some of you are lucky enough to walk on it one day, All you have to do is not let your poor performance put those names to shame.

"Of course, if you are outstanding enough, this arena will naturally give you the rewards you deserve, money, honor, fame, endless women, and the freedom you have longed for..."

Although painting cakes has been around for a long time, and there is not much difference between two thousand years ago and two thousand years later, it is undeniable that when hearing these words, many slaves can't help but feel excited and secretly He clenched his fists and breathed heavier.

"Yes, that's right, these things are there, and whether you can catch them depends on your own ability. Whether you become a withered bone or a new legend, your fate is determined by you. But before that, You must first pass the examination and become a gladiator."

At this point, Gabi's lecture finally came to an end. He pointed to the southwest corner of the training ground and said, "First class, have you seen those wooden pillars? One for each person, run fifty laps around the training ground. .”

"Now?" someone couldn't help but ask, "but it's lunch time now, shouldn't we have lunch before training?"

"Good question, the answer is yes. Right now, you clearly heard every word I said. Congratulations, it proves that you are not deaf yet." Gaby said lightly, then raised his chin, "There are still people who have Any other questions?"

He waited for two seconds and saw no one spoke, then nodded and said, "Very good, let's get started."

After hearing this, everyone walked towards the place where the wooden pillars were placed. Those wooden pillars were not small in size and probably weighed a lot. Each one weighed at least sixty or seventy kilograms. It was not easy to just carry them, let alone to carry them. Go running.

Bach also turned around and followed his German comrades to pick up wood, but as soon as he took a step, Gabe added, "No, no, you are different from them, you have to carry two pieces of wood."

Bach was furious when he heard this. Faced with this behavior that was obviously aimed at him, he almost couldn't hold back his temper. Bach felt that Gabi was deliberately making things difficult for him in order to retaliate against him for not following the rules before. Especially just now, Gabi's attitude in front of Marcus made it clear that he didn't think much of him, Bach, and felt that he couldn't compare with the previous Sisnates.

This was also a humiliation for Bach, who had always been brave and good at fighting. The combination of old and new hatreds made him just want to beat up the annoying guy in front of him.

But fortunately, Bach's sanity did not disappear completely. He knew that he was on someone else's territory now, so he had to lower his head and glance at the trainers holding whips next to Gabi. In the end, this Germanic man chose to be a hero. Suffering the loss in front of him, he stared at the wooden pillar that was carrying him.

So in the end, Varro was the only one left standing. He looked a little embarrassed, "That... me, should I do it too?"

"What do you think?" Gabi asked, "As long as you don't leave here for a day, you'd better abide by the rules here, otherwise this will be the end."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the whip from a trainer's hand and hit Varo's chest with the whip.

The former antique dealer let out a scream and fell to the side, clutching his bloody chest.

Gabby squatted down in front of him and asked slowly, regardless of his cries of pain, "Does it hurt?"

Varro nodded repeatedly.

"If it hurts, please do me a favor and don't let me find a reason to whip you again, okay?" Gabi sighed, "Now, what do you think you should do? You want me to find someone to help you. Injury, or start the training you should have started long ago?”

"I...I'm going to carry the wood right now." Varro said with tears in his eyes.

"Very good. It seems that you are starting to integrate into the life here. Very good. I hope that when the last days come, you can pass the final assessment smoothly. Really." Gabi patted Varro on the shoulder.