"Unlock the shackles on them." The head of the school said humanely.
"Are you sure?" the slave trader hesitated, "They are not ordinary people, and they are not honest at all, don't we need to call more people?"
"If they can't even clean up, then we don't need to open any schools, it's better to close as soon as possible." The person in charge of the school said lightly,
Hearing the words, the slave trader finally stopped hesitating and opened the wooden door of the prison cart.
Those Germanic prisoners of war got out of the car one by one, and the burly man among them squinted his eyes at the head of the school, and then moved his wrists and ankles as if no one else was there.
The slave trader turned his gaze to the head of the school on the other side.
The latter said, "Hurry up, don't dawdle."
So the slave trader took out the key on his body and opened the chains on those Germanic people. He deliberately left the burliest man at the end, but an accident happened. In seconds, the opponent immediately grabbed his neck and lifted him from the ground with only one hand.
The slave trader struggled desperately, kicked his legs indiscriminately, and reached out in vain to try to break the German's hand, but his counterattack seemed soft and powerless in the eyes of the other party.
His face was flushed, and he could feel the oxygen disappearing from his body little by little.
But neither the two trainers nor the six gladiators responded.
Just when the slave trader's consciousness became more and more blurred, thinking that he was about to die here, the burly German suddenly let go of his hand.
The slave trader's body fell back to the ground. His toes touched the ground first, but then his calf gave way, and he knelt down in front of the burly German.
The person in charge of the Gladiator School snorted coldly, "It seems that you are not stupid enough."
"Really, I think what he said makes sense," the burly German said proudly, "You should prepare more people to deal with Bach."
"Stupidity is worse than barbarism. Your name is Bach?" The head of the school said coldly, "Give this idiot named Bach a training sword, and let's see how much he weighs." After finishing speaking, he Then he said to Bach, "You'd better be half as good as your mouth, and prove that you are worthy of those seven thousand sesterces, Habitus, play with him."
The gladiator named Habitus smiled and walked out from the crowd. He threw a training wooden sword at the German's feet, and at the same time warned, "Remember to beg for mercy if you feel pain later. , I'll try to be as gentle as possible."
"I'm just the opposite of you. I prefer to [beep] people so that they can't get out of bed in a more rude way." Bach's vulgar words made the group of Germans laugh again.
Habitus did not choose to continue the verbal battle with the Germans. He took out his training sword and weighed it twice in his hand, "Standing in front of you is Habitus the Gaul, from Victor Arena. …”
As a result, before he finished his self-introduction, Bach on the opposite side had already drawn his sword.
If anyone really thinks that these Germans are as stupid and straightforward as they appear on the surface, they are very wrong. In fact, these guys are quite barbaric and cunning. Bach noticed the expression of Habitus when he introduced himself. A little slack, he shot without hesitation.
His movements were fast, and his movements were as nimble as a leopard, and he came in front of Habitus with one big stride.
The wooden sword in his hand swung out, bringing up a gust of wind.
However, Habitus on the other side didn't panic when he saw this. He obviously didn't have any precautions before, but he easily avoided Bach's sneak attack just by turning his body, and then gently hooked Bach's left leg with his toe, and then The attacker was too late to stop, and still had the strength to charge forward, and was suddenly staggered by the hook. The strong German lost his balance and fell to the ground, almost without a mouthful of sand.
"You Germans are fierce in your mouth, but your body is quite honest. It's too polite to kneel down when you meet each other." Habitus teased.
This time it was the turn of the gladiators to erupt into laughter.
"Poor guy, if it was in the arena, Habitus just now took advantage of the victory and chased after him, and he has already stabbed this stupid big man in the back with his sword."
"So these Germans are just showing off."
The disdainful words of the gladiators obviously aroused the blood in Bach's heart.
"Come again!" The Germanic man seemed very unwilling, yelled, and put on his posture again.
This time he seemed a lot more cautious, obviously already knowing that the little gladiator in front of him was not easy to deal with.
And his opponent, Habitus, was still smiling indifferently.
Afterwards, it was Bach who attacked first, and the Germanic man was finally able to display his full body abilities this time. Although his swordsmanship has no rules, it is fierce and ruthless. To his terrifying aura, he will basically be timid before fighting, and he can only use half of his strength.
But Habitus was not among them. He dodged left and right, trying to avoid the frontal attack of the Germans, and then kept using some small tricks to harass his opponent.
As a result, Bach got more and more angry, and kept roaring but couldn't do anything to this annoying guy in front of him.
Bach felt like a circus lion, with no minions, but his every move was a laughing stock.
In the end, he couldn't help roaring, "Let's do it together!"
The rest of the Germans glanced at each other, but they didn't make any moves. The person in charge of the school on the other side said first, "Give them the training sword."
Six gladiators and six Germanic prisoners of war happened to be one-on-one, with no more than one less.
The two trainers even pointed out the movements on the side to help the gladiators perfect their fighting skills, and this move completely angered the Germans.
However, with the lessons learned from Bach, the other five Germans did not dare to underestimate the enemy at this time, and they cheered up their spirits. However, some things cannot be solved with a correct attitude, even though these German prisoners of war have already resorted to extreme measures. The strength of the milk, but the result of the battle is still overwhelming.
The gladiators won all, and the six Germans, including Bach, were all beaten to the ground neatly.
The person in charge of the school said again at this time, "Confidence is a good thing, but only at this level, so don't make big claims all day long. Don't think that you are a master if you have killed a few people and have a little military exploits. The people in front of you These gladiators have experienced much more brutal battles than you, this is the real man, compared with them, you are nothing."
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