Zhang Heng and the group of Germans returned to the training ground.
At this time, the sun had completely set, Bach lit the oil lamp, and the remaining Germans guarded the entrance of the training ground to ensure that the two would not be disturbed.
"What weapon do you want?" Bach raised his chin at Zhang Heng.
"Just give me a training sword," Zhang Heng said.
"What about the armor?"
"unnecessary."
Bach threw the training sword to Zhang Heng, and at the same time warned, "Let's say it first, I won't show mercy just because I admire you. You'd better be prepared to be beaten by me."
"Well... I can only say that the world is unpredictable." Zhang Heng took the training sword and weighed it casually in his hand.
The training swords in the gladiator school are all made of wood, much shorter in length than Taidao, but somewhat similar to the bronze swords of the Spring and Autumn Period. According to the statement that one inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, it is probably to make the gladiatorial performance look more impressive. Wonderful.
Seeing that Zhang Heng only took a training sword, Bach himself didn't want to take advantage of it, and also only took a training sword.
"Where's your shield?" Zhang Heng asked this time.
"You don't want me, and I don't want it." Bach said proudly.
"It's up to you, anyway, if you need it later, you can get it at any time."
Bach was finally irritated by Zhang Heng's words, "Don't think that I am so great just because I look at you high. I have changed my mind. I will make you unable to get out of bed for a week."
"Really, then you need to put in more effort." Zhang Heng replied with raised eyebrows, still in a calm manner.
The next moment, an angry Bach rushed over and at the same time swung the training sword in his hand.
As a result, he encountered the same scene seven days ago. Zhang Heng dodged his slash easily for some reason, and then took advantage of the strength of his forward charge and when he was not standing firmly, he slapped him with the training sword in his hand. toward his back.
After a snap, Bach's body flew out and rolled around on the ground.
But the German rolled over and immediately got up from the ground again, and when he looked at Zhang Heng again, his gaze finally changed.
In the eyes of others, this is Bach's old problem. He underestimated the enemy and rushed forward. Someone caught the flaw in his movements and used his strength to throw him out. This is a very tricky way of fighting.
But Bach himself is very clear that the exclusive training plan that Gabi and the trainer made for him is trying to correct those problems in his previous battles. Now he is different from a week ago, although he is still not Habitus. opponent, but if the opponent uses the previous move again, he will not fall in embarrassment.
Moreover, Zhang Heng's movements look very similar to Habitus, both of which are agile, but in fact there is still a big difference between the two, especially in Zhang Heng's shot, Bach's body balance was completely broken , This is the real reason why he fell to the ground.
Is this guy really a master like he boasted? But why it was completely invisible in the previous training, Bach was a little surprised.
With doubts in his heart, he attacked again, but after only two moves, he received Zhang Heng's sword again in the chest.
Zhang Heng didn't use much force, basically he just clicked on his left chest.
When he was in the Xiaoshan Dojo before, he would also guide the children there to practice swords when he had time. He played a lot of similar martial arts competitions, and he was very measured.
But Bach was still in a cold sweat, knowing that if the other party was holding a real weapon, he would have been disembowelled by now.
On the other hand, Zhang Heng did not continue to attack while Bach was surprised and distracted. Instead, he put away his training sword and took two steps back, asking in a very gracious manner, "Do you need a shield now?"
Hearing the words, Bach only felt a burning pain on his face, but he knew in his heart that whether he could prevent Zhang Heng's attack with a shield was another matter, but he really couldn't fight without a shield.
Bach was just impulsive, but he was not stupid. Hearing this, he obediently took off a small round shield and held it in his left hand. He didn't rush to attack again.
The Germans who guarded the goal also saw the result of the previous fight between the two, and all of them put away the smiles on their faces and held their breath involuntarily.
Bach is a well-known warrior in their tribe. In order to avenge his dead relatives, he has killed many Roman soldiers and a centurion over the years. It was a bit surprising to lose to Habitus before, but now In the past week, they also inquired about Habitus' background and knew that they were being tricked by Gabi.
Even among official gladiators, Habitus is very famous. Although he can't be regarded as an ace like Cisnatus, he can be regarded as a second-level quasi-ace. He has many girls who have a crush on him, and the journey is exhausting. Without knowing the details of the opponent, it is not unacceptable for Bach to lose to him.
But Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng is a completely different situation.
Everyone entered the gladiator school together. One side is the star of hope, the successor of Cisnatus, while the other side has been unknown, and has been assigned to the profession of double swordsman, which is not favored by others.
It stands to reason that if these two people meet, there is no suspense about the outcome.
Judging from the previous fights between the two sides, there is indeed no suspense about the outcome. Bach was at a disadvantage throughout the whole process, and he had almost no power to fight back. Although he has got the shield now, just seeing that he hasn't attacked for a long time, it is clear that he is against himself. Confidence has also begun to waver.
Bach didn't move, but Zhang Heng moved.
He swung the training sword in his hand, matching the pace of his feet, and each sword attacked a position that made Bach uncomfortable. Bach had to use the shield in his hand and the training sword to parry in turn, barely blocking Zhang Heng round after round. His forehead was already covered with sweat, and his ears were filled with the crackling sound of the wooden shield and the training sword.
Bach knew that he couldn't retreat any longer, otherwise the opponent's momentum would become more and more powerful, and he himself would be forced to the corner of the training ground. At this time, he would put all distracting thoughts behind him and put his heart to rest. Heng, at the risk of being stabbed, finally swung the wooden sword in his hand.
This is the first time he has blown the horn of counterattack, and Bach didn't expect any results. As long as he can push Zhang Heng away and let him take a few breaths, it will be considered a success. With a bang, when he raised his head again, he saw Zhang Heng took half a step back, and the wooden sword in the latter's hand had been knocked out and landed on the open space beside him.
"You won." Zhang Heng blinked at the bewildered Bach, "Congratulations."