Zhang Heng has been to Marcus's Domus, and the decoration inside can already be called luxurious, but compared with Dior's, it is not much different from the slums on the side of the road.
This is the gap between the nouveau riche and the real aristocratic giants.
Marcruz, who dominated everything in the gladiator school, had to be accompanied by a smiling face everywhere when he came here. He was not qualified to eat in, and could only wait in the front hall with his slaves. Except for him, several other characters in the city of Rome The masters of the gladiator school were also present, as well as some gladiators who had traveled from far away from other parts of the empire.
The whole lobby was like a miniature ethnographic fair.
Needless to say, Zhang Heng's height is not outstanding among the gladiators, and he is immediately submerged in the crowd as soon as he stands in the corner. Bach is considered the strongest among the newcomers in the same batch, but it is not enough to put it here. Not quite 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 mythical giant.
None of this group of gladiators is a fuel-efficient lamp, and of course they will not be honest when they get together, especially knowing that all the people present are their competitors from tomorrow, so the friction will naturally increase.
In addition, the masters of these gladiator schools are also divided into factions. First of all, those outside the city of Rome and inside the city of Rome do not communicate with each other. The relationship is relatively tense. For example, Stacioli, the owner of the Unap Arena, who wanted to teach Zhang Heng a lesson, and Marcruz had a bad relationship. After the two met, they even taunted each other.
Stacioli also bought a group of very powerful barbarians three months ago. He wanted to win a good ranking in the subsequent gladiatorial performances. Zhang Heng paused for a moment, and his expression darkened.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, Marcruz, you'd better keep a few good players in the school, otherwise if your people are killed by my people, I'm worried that no one will be able to sell tickets for you next time." , your Victor Arena is about to end."
When Marcruz heard the words, he showed a half-smile expression, "Staccioli, you are still as stupid as ever, why, are you already scared before you start beating? You want me to tie my hands and feet, you Do you think I will be fooled like this, but you, after this performance, you should think about the future of Unap Arena."
After speaking, Marcruz turned his head again, and said to Zhang Heng and the others, "You don't have to keep your hands on the people who are going to the Unap Arena, just kill them if you can."
Stacioli let out a cold snort when he heard the words, and turned back to his gladiator and said viciously, "Have you heard what they said? If you don't want to die, you can hit me hard."
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In addition to the old rivals like Marcruz and Stacioli who are sarcastic to each other, there are naturally good relations. The masters of the fighter school stood together and exchanged recent information.
At the same time, there was a small commotion on the other side.
A gladiator sent by the gladiator school who did not know outside the city walked up to a bearded gladiator sitting on the steps and spoke.
"Are you Satonillos?"
The bearded gladiator didn't lift his eyelids when he heard the words, but just said a word, "Get lost."
However, the person who came here did not leave because of this sentence, but walked half a step further, and continued, "I heard that you are the most famous gladiator in Rome after Cisnatus, but you know what I think about this something?"
Satonillos didn't answer, he looked too drunk and weak.
"That's because people in this city have never seen what a real gladiator looks like. The gladiator school I am in has a tour every year. We go to all parts of the country to compete with local gladiators and see all kinds of gladiators. All kinds of powerful guys, constantly honing their martial arts skills, we are different from you, we are not toys for ladies and young ladies, but real fighters." The visitor said proudly.
It can be seen that his words have been approved by many gladiators in other places, which is also normal. Although everyone is a gladiator, the gladiators in Rome generally have much higher social status and better living conditions. I admire There are so many fighters, and the masters of the gladiator schools are willing to spend money on them. On the contrary, the gladiators outside the city, especially the gladiators who are touring in 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's not normal if they don't have ideas.
But what makes the visitors feel a little strange is that the foreign gladiators who supported him have already been born, but the people in the gladiator schools in the city are silent, and a few gladiators who are closer to him even moved their bodies , moved a little further from here.
The gladiator named Satonillos finally raised his head at this time.
"Then why do you want to go to the city?"
"Of course I came here to teach you a good lesson, so that you know where the really powerful masters are..." Before the visitor finished speaking, Satonilos, who had been half-dead before, suddenly violently jumped up from the ground When he came in front of him, the visitor was still vigilant about the movements of Satonillos' hands, but what he didn't expect was that the next moment Satonillos hit his head directly in the face.
The visitor clearly heard the sound of the bridge of his nose breaking, and blood spurted out from the two black holes. At the same time, his body also fell back and fell to the ground. Afterwards, Satonilos rode to the ground. On him, he raised his fist.
The last scene before the visitor's eyes was Satonillos' grim smile.
"Don't worry about your nose, because I can guarantee that you won't need it anymore..." Satonillos said and punched the visitor in the face again, and the latter passed out immediately.
Satonillos didn't stop, and still punched down. Knowing that the head of the foreign gladiator was completely smashed into a puddle of mud, Satonilos raised his head again and tidied it up with bloody hands. His own hair, and wiped the sweat off his face, but this action made his face look even more ferocious.
Afterwards, Satonillos patted the dust on his body and stood up from the ground, "Now, it's finally much quieter." His gaze swept across the foreign gladiators present, "Is there anyone else who wants to teach me instead of him? "
All the foreign gladiators were silent when they heard the words. Among them, the strong man who looked like a giant seemed to be ready to move, but his master gave him a prohibitive gesture.
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