The performance in the morning had nothing to do with Zhang Heng and the others. After showing up, all the gladiators returned to the waiting room, waiting for their moment.
Blood and death stirred the nerves of the audience in the stands all the time. The shouts and cheers outside made the boards above their heads creak, and the dust fell down through the gaps and landed on the hair and shoulders of everyone, like The ashes were burned by the fire, but the rest room was extremely quiet, as if it was another world.
But if you think that the beast is asleep, you are very wrong.
Because they just grind their teeth and claws quietly in the dark, waiting for a kill.
However, until the last moment, no one knows who is the prey and who is the hunter.
Finally, with a continuous burst of cheers and screams, the bullfighting show came to its finale. One hundred bad-tempered bison were slaughtered by excellent beast fighters, and of course some of them were also killed by hard horns. Pierced in the stomach, or trampled wildly by the hooves of the cow, they died here.
The blood of humans and beasts stained the yellow sand of the arena, but before people had time to savor the heroic posture of those beast fighters, the next carnival had already begun.
The time for the gladiators has finally arrived.
Vendors shuttled through the stands, selling snacks such as pine nuts, walnuts, figs, olives, and small breads. They also sold cushions that can make you sit more comfortably and rose water with a charming fragrance. People took advantage of the gap between the two battles to get up to replenish water at the drinking fountain near the front, in order to continue to cheer for their favorite gladiators.
Habitus was the first to play among the seven players in the Victor Arena.
His face was a little gloomy. Although the leading position is also very important, if he wins the first game, he can inspire the people behind him. However, as the absolute core, he doesn't need to do such a thing. Zhang Heng's position at the end It belongs to him, or no matter how bad it is, it should be the finale of Bach.
But in the end, he was still arranged to take the lead, which also meant that in the eyes of Marcruz, the owner of the gladiator school, he was only the third most important of the seven, which made Habitus feel insulted.
But the most important thing right now is to win this victory first, after all, even if he doesn't think about the Victor Arena, he still has to think about his reputation.
So Habitus went to the trainer next door to warm up early, adjust his state until his name was called, and followed the person in charge to the elevator under the arena.
The entire battle lasted about fifteen minutes, and there were cheers from the audience from time to time, wave after wave, until the end of the battle, only Habitus walked back to the lounge alone, his left arm and chest Each had a knife wound, but they were not very serious. After dealing with them, he sat back 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, and they can end the battle in such a short period of time with such a small price, which also reflects Habitu from the side. Sri Lanka's strength.
After Habitus sat down, several gladiators in the Victor Arena also congratulated him, but he cared most about Bach and Zhang Heng, and found that the Germans who couldn't sit still had already gone to the training room to soak Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng was taking a nap in the corner holding the two Persian swords that Marcruz gave him.
So careless? Habitus sneered, the most taboo thing in this business is carelessness, because no matter how strong you are, as long as you relax mentally, you will miss sooner or later.
Satonilos also had the same idea. Satonilos also ended his first battle. He met a not weak opponent. That guy was the trump card of a small gladiator school. He was still easily defeated by Satonillos, but the opponent was lucky, he conceded in time, and was pardoned by the audience because of his wonderful fight, and left the arena alive. Of course, the subsequent performances have nothing to do with him.
However, unlike Habitus, Satonillos didn't want Zhang Heng to be eliminated before, because he wanted to face the opponent again and wash away the shame left by last night's battle with his own hands.
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 lost. Of the two who lost, one survived and one failed. In addition, one of the victors was seriously injured and was receiving treatment in the medical room. I don't know if he can still participate in the next competition.
Marcruz is quite satisfied with this result. After all, the participants this time are basically the elites of the gladiator school. Victor Arena can achieve a winning rate of more than 60%, which is quite good, especially Bach and Ha Bittus passed with ease.
Of course, he was most concerned about Zhang Heng's performance. In order to wait for Zhang Heng to play, Marcruz even forgot to drink water, and the corners of his mouth were foaming.
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"Zhang Heng, Cincinnatus, it's your turn."
Hearing his name, Zhang Heng opened his eyes from his sleep, yawned, and walked towards the elevator with two Persian swords in hand. A kind gladiator behind him reminded, "You forgot your helmet gone."
"Thank you, but I don't need that kind of thing." Zhang Heng waved his hand.
After speaking, his figure disappeared outside the door.
But his arrogance made the originally dead lounge boil up.
However, the noise didn't last long before it was drowned out by a burst of cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami erupting from the stands.
Satonillos frowned a little puzzled. Calculating the time, the two should have just stood on the arena. It stands to reason that with Zhang Heng's popularity, it would be impossible to get so many support when he made an introduction. No, it should be said that even It was also difficult for him to get cheers that lasted for so long when he appeared on the stage.
But 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 that is only half left in his hand, with fear and disbelief on his face.
Because when the referee was about to introduce the two sides according to the usual practice, Zhang Heng interrupted him. Cincinnatus heard the oriental man in front of him say, "Let's save these things until after the fight."
After speaking, he rushed towards Cincinnatus, and what happened next was unforgettable for Cincinnatus forever.
The opponent stepped on the ground, bent his calf slightly, and then jumped into the air, pulling his body into a crescent moon, full of the beauty of strength and balance, but Cincinnatus did not have the time and mood to appreciate this It's good.
Because the opponent's sword had already fallen on his head, Cincinnatus retreated half a step according to his previous fighting habits, and then blocked the trident in front of him.
Then, he saw the opponent's short sword cut off his trident, and finally stopped in front of his forehead.
Afterwards, Zhang Heng put away his sword, ignored the stunned referee, turned around and walked towards the waiting room.
After a moment of silence, the stands erupted into the craziest cheers since the performance began. No matter which gladiator supporters they were before, at least at this moment they were all overwhelmed by this oriental man and his arrogant sword. conquered.