Chapter 790 Sartonilos

Zhang Heng has been to the Domus in Marcruz. The decoration inside can be called luxurious, but compared with Dior's, it is not much different from the slums on the roadside.

This is the gap between the nouveau riche and the real aristocrats.

Marcus, who dominated everything in the gladiator school, had to be accompanied by a smiling face everywhere he came here. He was not qualified to go in for meals and could only wait in the front hall with his slaves. Apart from him, several other characters in the Roman city The masters of the gladiator schools were also present, as well as some gladiators who came from other parts of the empire.

The entire front room was like a small ethnographic expo.

Needless to say about Zhang Heng, his height is not outstanding among the gladiators. As soon as he stood in the corner, he was immediately submerged in the crowd. Bach is the strongest among the newcomers, but he is just the same here. Not enough to see.

Zhang Heng even saw a guy who was taller than the black blacksmith in the red-nosed blacksmith shop, standing there like a giant from the myth.

None of this group of gladiators is a fuel-efficient lamp, and they will certainly not be honest when they get together, especially knowing that the people present are all their competitors tomorrow, so friction will naturally increase.

In addition, the owners of these gladiator schools were also divided into different factions. First of all, those outside the city of Rome and those inside the city did not interact with each other. Among them, the one inside the city was obviously more powerful, so the outsiders spontaneously formed a group. In addition, there were also those inside the city who were familiar with each other. The relationship was relatively tense. For example, Stacioli, the owner of the Unap Arena who wanted to teach Zhang Heng a lesson, had a bad relationship with Markruth. After the two met, they even taunted each other.

Stacioli also bought a group of very powerful barbarians three months ago, hoping to get a good ranking in the subsequent gladiatorial performance. His eyes swept over Bach and others, his eyes full of disdain, but by then Zhang Heng paused for a moment, and his expression darkened.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, Marcus, you'd better keep a few good people in the school, otherwise if all your people are killed by my people, I'm worried that no one can help you sell tickets next , your Victor Arena is about to be finished."

When Marcus heard this, he showed a half-smiling expression, "Stacioli, you are still as stupid as ever. Why, are you already scared before the fight starts? You want me to tie myself up, you Do you think I will be fooled like this? It’s you. After this performance, you should think about the future of Unap Arena.”

After speaking, Marcus turned around and said to Zhang Heng and others, "Don't hold back against those who come to Unap Arena. Kill them if you can."

Stacioli snorted when he heard this, and turned back to his gladiator and said fiercely, "Did you hear what I said? Anyone who doesn't want to die will be punished by me."

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In addition to old rivals like Markrus and Stacioli who are sarcastic about each other, there are also people who have a good relationship with each other. For example, after Markrus exchanged harsh words with Stacioli, he had a relationship with two small characters who had a good relationship with him. The masters of the Fighter School stood together and exchanged the latest information.

At the same time, a small commotion broke out on the other side.

A gladiator sent from an unknown gladiator school outside the city walked up to a bearded gladiator sitting on the steps and spoke.

"Are you Sartonilos?"

The bearded gladiator didn't even raise his eyelids when he heard this. He just said one word lightly, "Get out."

However, the visitor did not leave because of these words. Instead, he took another half step and continued, "I heard that the most famous gladiator in Rome after Sisnatus is you, but you know how I view this." Something?"

Sartonilos didn't answer. He looked like he was drunk and exhausted.

"That's because people in this city haven't seen what a real gladiator looks like. The gladiator school I'm in conducts tours every year. We go to various parts of the country to compete with local gladiators and see all kinds of gladiators. All kinds of powerful guys are constantly honing their martial arts skills. Unlike you, we are not toys for ladies and young ladies to have fun, but real warriors." The visitor said proudly.

It can be seen that his words are supported by many gladiators from other places. This is normal. Although everyone is a gladiator, the gladiators in Rome are generally worth much more and have better living conditions. I admire them. There are so many gladiators that the owners of various gladiator schools are willing to spend money on them. On the contrary, the gladiators outside the city, especially the gladiators who tour various places, not only have more difficult conditions than those in the city, but their reputation and gifts are not as good as those in the city. It would be abnormal if they had no ideas.

However, what made the visitor feel a little strange was that all the gladiators from other places who supported him had been born, but the people from the various gladiator schools in the city remained silent, and a few gladiators who were relatively close even moved their bodies. , and moved some more from here.

The gladiator named Sartonilos finally raised his head.

"Then why do you want to go to the city?"

"Of course I'm here to teach you a lesson and let you know where the really powerful masters are..." Before the visitor could finish his words, he saw Sartonilos, who had been looking half-dead before, suddenly rose up and jumped from the ground. Jumping in front of him, the visitor was still wary of the movements of Sartonilos' hands, but what he didn't expect was that the next moment Sartonilos hit him directly in the face.

The visitor clearly heard the sound of his nose bones breaking, and blood spurted out from the two black holes. At the same time, his body leaned back and fell to the ground. Then Sartonilos rode up. On his body, he raised his fist.

The last image before the visitor's eyes was Sartonilos's ferocious smile.

"Don't worry about your nose, because I can guarantee that you won't need it in the future." After Sartonilos said, he punched the person in the face again, and the latter immediately passed out.

Sartonilos did not stop, and continued to punch one after another. When the foreign gladiator's head was completely smashed into a puddle of mud, Sartonilos raised his head again and tidied it up with his bloody hands. He also wiped the sweat from his face with his hair, but this action made his face look even more ferocious.

Afterwards, Sartonilos patted the dust on his body and stood up from the ground, "Now, it's finally much quieter." His eyes swept over the foreign gladiators present, "Is there anyone else who wants to teach me a lesson on his behalf? "

The foreign gladiators were silent after hearing this. Among them, the strong man who looked like a giant seemed to be ready to make a move, but his master made a prohibitive gesture to him.