Chapter 770 No More Fighting

The two gladiators in the same room didn't know when they woke up. Anyway, they were no longer there when Zhang Heng returned to the room. It wasn't until it was completely dark that they walked in the door again, arm in arm, and they still smelled of alcohol.

In fact, their choice is not difficult to understand. Although slave gladiators like Sisnates and Galba have been freed in gladiator schools, only a small part of the slave gladiators can be freed. , more people died in the arena in the end.

Although the mortality rate of gladiators has dropped significantly compared with BC, the average survival age of 25 years old can still explain a lot of problems. If you don't have fun in time, it is likely that you won't have time to have fun tomorrow, not to mention that they also Just party the day away.

After a while, Varro also came back from the training ground. After a brief chat with Zhang Heng, they went to bed.

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Late at night, the entire city of Rome fell silent from the hustle and bustle.

Except for a few Domus and temples that were still lit with oil lamps, most places were plunged into darkness.

Zhang Heng also closed his eyes and soon fell asleep. Until someone pushed his body, Zhang Heng opened his eyes and saw the face of the old Persian trainer, who was standing in front of his bed. After giving him a sign to tell him to go out, Zhang Heng walked out of the room first. Zhang Heng put on his sandals and followed the old trainer through the three people who were still sleeping in the room to the yard outside.

At least for now, it seems that the other party's previous story is not made up.

Zhang Heng has experienced so many rounds of dungeons, many of which are full of dangers. This has also made him develop the habit of remaining alert when sleeping. Generally speaking, the sound of someone or something moving will wake him up from his sleep. Of course, this ability may not be as useful as before in the gladiator dormitory where snores are everywhere, but the fact that the old trainer could come to his bed unknowingly can explain a lot of problems.

If the other party has murderous intentions towards him, he is probably dead.

So...is this the way an assassin fights?

Zhang Heng saw the old trainer's figure turning into a small training ground in front, so he followed him, but when he entered the training ground, he did not see the old trainer's figure inside.

The training ground was no longer as lively as it was during the day, and the entire training ground was deserted. But soon, Zhang Heng felt a sense of alarm in his heart. Something was coming from behind him. Although the opponent's movement was very light, almost None bring up any airflow.

But Zhang Heng's rich combat experience still came into play at this time. He twisted his body and let go of the blow at the last moment. He also saw clearly that the thing that attacked him was a small wooden dagger.

The old trainer was a little surprised to see Zhang Heng dodge this attack.

Including quietly coming to Zhang Heng's bedside and disappearing before, his original intention was to use this method to let Zhang Heng intuitively feel the power of the assassin. However, he did not expect that it turned over at the end. He knew that Zhang Heng Heng had hidden his strength during the previous final assessment, but he didn't expect the latter to hide so much strength.

Coupled with the fact that he is getting older, his skills have indeed declined a lot compared to when he was young.

No one can fight against the biggest enemy of time, whether it is an assassin or a gladiator. As he grows older, his physical fitness has indeed become worse than before. As a person who has been around death all year round, he can clearly feel the aging of his body. I also understand more and more what it feels like to be powerless.

Zhang Heng on the other side had already distanced himself from the old trainer. He looked around and was looking for a weapon. Unexpectedly, the next moment the old trainer gave up the attack and turned around and ran towards the outside of the training ground.

Zhang Heng did not rush to catch up, but first went to the room where weapons were stored. Of course, he could see that the old trainer had no ill intentions towards him, so he only took a wooden training sword.

As a result, as soon as his front foot came out, another dagger was stabbed at his throat.

"Pay attention to places that can block your view. These are the best places for assassins to launch attacks." The old trainer whispered.

But this time Zhang Heng was well prepared and stopped the dagger coming from the opposite side with the wooden sword in his hand.

In fact, to be fair, the old trainer's attack was still very good. It was faster than the previous sneak attack from behind, the angle was more secretive, and it was still silent.

But unfortunately, his opponent is Zhang Heng, whose sword skill has reached level 4. Once the latter has a sword in his hand, even the best assassin in the world will have a hard time breaking through his defense.

The old trainer still kills with one strike and shows no signs of fighting. This time he jumped directly onto a wall not far away, but Zhang Heng followed closely behind and climbed over the wall into the next courtyard. However, after just such a moment of delay, the old trainer disappeared from his eyes again.

However, Zhang Heng quickly thought of something, raised the wooden sword in his hand, and received a stab that fell from the sky.

"Everyone's eyes can be deceived and learn to take advantage of the target's observation habits."

The old trainer seemed to have emerged from his shadow, ghostly and light.

But then he stopped Zhang Heng's plan to take advantage of the victory and held on to the earth wall beside him and said, "Wait, let me take a breath."

So Zhang Heng also politely put away the training sword in his hand.

The old trainer rested for a while and regained his strength, but he seemed to have no intention of continuing. He waved his hand in a dazed manner and said, "No more fighting, let's stop here."

"Yeah." Zhang Heng was a little regretful. Although there were only three moves between the two sides, the old trainer used a fighting method that he had never seen before. It really broadened his horizons and allowed him to gain something.

But Dadatis has already put up the no-fight card, and Zhang Heng cannot bully the old man.

"Actually, an outstanding assassin will generally not assassinate the same target more than three times. If he fails three times, it means that Cleois does not want to take the target's life. At this time, as an assassin, no matter how generous the reward is, No matter what good reasons you have, you should choose to let go.”

The old trainer paused and then said, "I have to admit, I underestimated you. Even if it were me when I was younger, I wouldn't be completely sure to kill you in those three sneak attacks just now. But don't be too happy too early. Top No assassin has only one way to kill his target."

When Dadatis said this, Zhang Heng didn't say anything. He himself lost a little momentum at first. Mainly because according to the original plan, he should quietly put the wooden dagger on Zhang Heng's back of the heart and use a low voice. The voice tells the other party that you are dead, and it will be more convincing to talk about your glorious history later.