Chapter 799 Thank You, but I Don’t Need that Kind of Thing

The morning's performance had nothing to do with Zhang Heng and the others. After their appearance, the gladiators returned to the lounge, waiting for their moment to arrive.

Blood and death stirred the nerves of the audience in the stands all the time. The shouts and cheers outside made the wooden boards above their heads creak. Dust fell down along the gaps and landed on everyone's hair and shoulders, like... The ashes after being burned by the fire, but the lounge was extremely quiet, as if it was another world.

But if you thought the beast was asleep, you would be wrong.

Because they are just sharpening their teeth and claws quietly in the dark, waiting for a killing.

However, until the last moment, no one knows who is the prey and who is the hunter.

Finally, with a burst of continuous cheers and screams, the beast-fighting performance came to an end. One hundred bad-tempered bison were slaughtered by excellent beast fighters. Of course, some of them were also beaten by the hard horns. Punctured in the stomach, or trampled wildly by cow hooves, they died here.

The blood of humans and beasts dyed the yellow sand of the arena red. However, before people had time to savor the heroic appearance of those beast warriors, the next carnival had already begun.

The gladiator's moment has finally arrived.

Vendors shuttled around the stands, selling snacks such as pine nuts, walnuts, figs, olives, and bread. They also sold cushions that can make you sit more comfortable and rose water with a charming fragrance, and your voice has been hoarse. People took advantage of the gap between the two battles to get up and replenish water at the drinking fountain near the front, so that they could continue to cheer for their favorite gladiators.

The first of the seven in Victor's Arena was Habitus.

His face was slightly gloomy. Although the leading position was also very important. If he won the first game, he could inspire the people behind him. However, as his absolute core identity, he did not need to do such a thing. Zhang Heng's finishing position It belongs to him, or no matter how bad it is, it should be Bach's final position.

But he was eventually assigned to take the lead, which also meant that in the eyes of Marcus, the master of the gladiator school, he was only the third most important among the seven, which made Habitus feel insulted.

But the most important thing at the moment is to win this victory first. After all, even if he doesn't think about Victor Arena, he still has to consider his own reputation.

Therefore, Habitus came to the trainer next door early to warm up and adjust his condition until his name was called, and followed the person in charge of guiding him to the elevator under the arena.

The whole battle lasted for about fifteen minutes, and cheers from the audience sounded from time to time, wave after wave, until the final battle was over, and only Habitus was left walking back to the lounge, his left arm and chest There was a stab wound on each side, but it was not serious. After taking care of it, he sat back down in his seat.

His return also attracted a lot of envious eyes. You must know that the people who can sit here today are not weak. They can end the battle in such a short time and at such a small cost, which also reflects Habitu from the side. Si's strength.

After Habitus sat down, several gladiators from the Victor Arena also congratulated him, but what he cared about most was Bach and Zhang Heng. It turned out that the Germans who couldn't sit still had already gone to the training room to soak. , and Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng was taking a nap in the corner holding the two Persian swords given to him by Marcus.

So careless? Habitus sneered. The most taboo thing in this industry is carelessness, because no matter how strong you are, as long as you are mentally relaxed, you will fail sooner or later.

And someone with the same idea was Sartonilos. Sartonilos also ended his first battle. He met a not weak opponent. That guy was the ace of a small gladiator school, but after some twists and turns, he finally He was still easily defeated by Sartonilos, but the opponent was lucky enough to admit defeat in time, and because the fight was quite exciting, he was pardoned by the audience and left the arena alive. Of course, the subsequent performance had nothing to do with him.

However, unlike Habitus, Sartonilos did not want Zhang Heng to be eliminated before, because he wanted to face the opponent again and personally wash away the shame left by last night's battle.

As time went on, there were fewer and fewer people in the lounge.

Except for Zhang Heng, the other six people in the Victor Arena have already experienced the first battle. Four of them won and two failed. Of the two who failed, one saved his life and the other failed. In addition, one of the victors was seriously injured and is receiving treatment in the medical room. It is not known whether he can participate in the next competition.

Marcus is quite satisfied with this result. After all, the participants this time are basically the elites of the gladiator school. It is quite good to achieve a winning rate of more than 60% in Victor Arena, especially Bach and Ha, which he attaches great importance to. Bitus passed easily.

Of course, what he was most concerned about was Zhang Heng's performance. In order to wait for Zhang Heng to appear, Marcus even forgot to drink water, and the corners of his mouth blistered.

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"Zhang Heng, Cincinnatus, it's your turn."

Zhang Heng heard his name, opened his eyes from his sleep, yawned, and walked towards the elevator with two Persian swords. A kind-hearted gladiator behind him reminded, "You forgot your helmet." ”

"Thank you, but I don't need that kind of thing." Zhang Heng waved his hand.

After saying that, his figure disappeared outside the door.

But his arrogance made the originally quiet rest room boil.

However, the noise did not last long before it was drowned out by a burst of cheers like a mountain roaring and a tsunami from the stands.

Sartonilos frowned and was a little confused. Calculating the time, the two of them should have just stood on the arena. It stands to reason that with Zhang Heng's popularity, it is impossible to get so many supports during the introduction. No, it should be said that even if It was difficult for him to get such a long-lasting cheer when he came on stage.

However, the shock in his heart at this moment was obviously not as great as that of Zhang Heng's opponent in the first round, Cincinnatus.

The latter is now kneeling on one knee, looking at the trident with only half left in his hand, a look of fear and disbelief on his face.

Because just when the referee was about to introduce the two sides as usual, he was interrupted by Zhang Heng. Cincinnatus heard the oriental man in front of him say, "Let's save these things until after the fight."

After saying that, he rushed towards Cincinnatus, and what happened next was something Cincinnatus would never forget.

The opponent's feet were on the ground, his calves were slightly bent, and then he jumped into the air, pulling his body into a waning moon, full of the beauty of strength and balance, but Cincinnatus did not have the time or mood to appreciate this. A beautiful thing.

Because the opponent's sword had already landed on his head, Cincinnatus took half a step back according to his previous fighting habits, and then blocked the trident in front of him.

Then, he saw the opponent's dagger cut off his trident, and finally stopped in front of his forehead.

After that, Zhang Heng put away his sword, ignored the dumbfounded referee, and turned around and walked towards the lounge.

After a moment of silence, the stands erupted into the craziest cheers since the performance began. No matter which gladiator they were supporters of before, at least at this moment they were all overwhelmed by this Oriental and his arrogant and domineering sword. Conquered.

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