Chapter 812 Wonderful Performance

Zhang Heng ushered in a relatively long rest period after finishing off the archer. Mainly because after witnessing his miraculous slash, the last illusions in the hearts of other gladiators were shattered. No one wanted to be his. The next opponent.

Finally, the "giant" Telephilus stood up.

He is a heavily armored gladiator, and unlike other heavily armored gladiators, because he has sufficient strength, he does not need to worry about too much defensive equipment affecting his movement, so he is covered in armor wherever he can wear armor, and his hands are covered in armor. It also held a large shield.

He is now like a mobile fortress.

Apart from Zhang Heng, he was also the best performer on the field. He had already killed two opponents and was unstoppable. But in the next battle, he knew that he would face the biggest challenge in his gladiator career.

Telephilos's expression also became serious.

This big man is not stupid. He knows how difficult his opponent is, but he doesn't think he has any chance of winning.

The audience in the stands began to get excited at this time, because Sartonilos and others suddenly became depressed. Telephilos was probably the first heavyweight opponent Zhang Heng encountered. The audience was looking forward to the two of them. What kind of sparks can a collision create?

Telephilos did not rush to attack as usual, but put on a defensive posture and said at the same time, "What did you do to Sartonilos and the others? Why are they all looking listless?"

"I didn't do anything," Zhang Heng said truthfully, "I have always felt that the truly terrifying thing is never the thing itself that brings fear, but the human being's own expectation of fear. This expectation will be magnified hundreds or thousands of times. Your fear of fear.”

Telephilos seemed to understand what he heard, but he did not dwell on the problem. He squatted down and completely hid his body behind the shield, leaving only half of his helmeted head outside, " Come on, no matter whether I win or lose this battle, my trip to Rome is not in vain if I can be your opponent."

Zhang Heng has always been polite to polite people. Hearing this, he also replied, "The observation hole on your helmet is too big. My sword can penetrate it, but don't worry, I won't attack your eyes." That’s it. In addition, your turn is too slow, so next I will focus on attacking your back, especially the gap between your helmet and armor. You’d better be prepared.”

Telephilos was stunned when he heard this. He had participated in many battles, and he had never encountered someone who told his opponent his intentions before the fight started. This made Telephilos doubt that Zhang Heng was using Psychological warfare, planning to attack in the east and in the west.

But before he had time to think about it, the oriental man had already rushed over at the next moment.

Telephilos immediately increased his vigilance and found that Zhang Heng did not use agility to get around him as he said before, but rushed directly to his front.

Is this a head-on confrontation?

Telephilos couldn't understand. His combat skills, agility, speed, balance... might all lag behind Zhang Heng. However, he was the only one who had the upper hand in the attribute of strength. Telephilos didn't understand. Why did Zhang Heng use his own shortcomings to attack his strengths? Could it be that the Oriental in front of him was particularly arrogant?

Although his mind was full of doubts, Telephilus was still prepared. He leaned his shoulders forward and prepared for the impact. His other hand also clenched the weapon, preparing to hit Zhang Heng's body and lose his balance. time to launch an attack.

Telephilus knew that the opportunity was only for a moment, but as long as he could seize this opportunity, he might be able to take the initiative in the next battle. However, immediately after, he felt the shield in his hand sink.

Zhang Heng rushed over, but did not attack him. Instead, he jumped up from the ground, stepped on the edge of his shield, and then used the force to jump over his head while swinging the Persian sword in his hand.

The other party's bold change caught Telephilos off guard. When the rabbit was up and the falcon was about to drop, Zhang Heng had already circled behind him. So Telephilos' heart sank, but at the critical moment he still remembered Zhang Heng's previous reminder. At this time, he had no time to judge whether the reminder was intentionally misleading, and quickly raised his dagger. On the back of the neck.

So the audience in the stands saw a scene that made them dumbfounded. Zhang Heng's body jumped over the half-crouching Telephilos. Before they had time to cheer for this imaginative attack, they saw Telephilos. As if there were eyes behind his back, he blocked Zhang Heng's attack with his dagger.

The first round of the fight between the two was like a dragonfly skimming water. Zhang Heng missed a hit and took the initiative to distance himself from Telephilus. The giant, who was covered in cold sweat, also quickly turned around with his big shield, and the two sides re-entered. Confrontation stage.

Although it only lasted a short moment, the audience in the stands applauded this wonderful scene one after another, including His Majesty the Emperor. They did not hesitate to express their appreciation. This appreciation was not only for Zhang Heng, but also included Zhang Heng. Constant's rival Telephilus.

As a result, the giant's weather-beaten face couldn't help but blush like a little girl.

Telephilus knew very well that this seemingly even round was not a true reflection of his own strength. If Zhang Heng hadn't reminded him, he would never have been able to keep up with the opponent's movements. In other words, with just one move, he could Already defeated.

Telephilos now understood a little bit why Sartonilos and others were so afraid of Zhang Heng. Before, just watching Zhang Heng fight from a distance was already very stressful, but it was not until he faced Telephilos in person that he could truly To find out how strong Zhang Heng is, the two sides are not at the same level at all.

The funny thing is that he had illusions before, thinking that as long as he performed perfectly and had a little luck, he would not necessarily lose. However, the cruel reality told him that this was just his dream, and the upright Telephilos even didn't want to. If the fight continues, I plan to throw away my weapons and surrender.

However, Zhang Heng said at this time, "Want to admit defeat? You can't be so squeamish, right?"

"Of course not," Telephilus said angrily, "But there is no point in continuing to fight like this. I admit that I can't beat you, but I don't need your mercy. I deliberately let myself lose to look good."

"Do you think I'm giving you advice just to make your loss look better?" Zhang Heng asked.

"Otherwise, are you just trying to make fun of me?" Telephilos said angrily.

Zhang Heng shook his head, "Look around you, look at the spectators in the stands. They have been waiting for so many days for a wonderful gladiatorial performance. If we cannot satisfy them, they will not let us leave. I originally wanted to hope that Sartonilos and the others would have some courage, but now it seems that they have no hope, so I can only rely on you now. Come on, let us work together to present a wonderful gladiatorial performance to the audience. .”