"Unlock their shackles," said the person in charge of the school.
"Are you sure?" The slave trader hesitated. "They are not ordinary people, and they are not honest at all. Don't you need to call more people to deal with them?"
"If we can't even deal with them, then we don't have to open a school anymore. It's better to close it as soon as possible," said the person in charge of the school.
The slave trader finally stopped hesitating and opened the wooden door of the prison wagon.
The Germanic prisoners of war got out of the wagon one by one. The burly man narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in charge of the school. After that, he moved his wrists and ankles as if there was no one else around.
The slave trader then turned his gaze to the person in charge 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 unlocked the chains on the Germanic prisoners. He deliberately left the burly man at the end, but an accident still happened. When the slave trader walked over and unlocked the shackles, the next second, the burly man immediately grabbed him by the neck and lifted him from the ground with only one hand.
The slave trader struggled desperately, kicking his legs and reaching out in vain to break the Germanic's hand. However, his counterattack seemed weak and powerless in the eyes of the burly man.
His face turned red, and he could feel that the oxygen in his body was disappearing little by little.
However, neither the two trainers nor the six gladiators reacted.
Just when the slave trader's consciousness became more and more blurred, thinking that he was going to die here, the burly Germanic suddenly let go of him.
The slave trader's body fell back to the ground. His toes touched the ground first, but then his calves went soft, and he knelt in front of the burly Germanic.
The person in charge of the gladiator school snorted coldly, "It seems that you are not that stupid."
"Really? I think what he said makes sense," said the burly Germanic proudly. "You should prepare more people to deal with Bach."
"What's worse than barbarism is stupidity. Is your name Bach? " The person in charge of the school said coldly, "Give this idiot named Bach a training sword. Let's see how strong he is." After that, he said to Bach, "You'd better be half as good as your mouth and prove that you are worthy of the 7,000 sestertii. Habitus, play with him."
The gladiator named Habitus smiled and walked out of the crowd. He then threw a wooden training sword at Germanic's feet and said, "If you feel pain later, remember to beg for mercy. I will try to be gentle."
"I'm the opposite of you. I prefer to use a more crude way to" beep "people until they can't get out of bed." Bach's vulgar words made the group of Germanic laugh again.
Habitus did not choose to continue arguing with the Germanic. He pulled out his training sword and weighed it in his hand. "The one standing in front of you is the Gauls, Habitus, from the Victor Arena."
In the end, before he could finish his self-introduction, Bach had already drawn his sword.
If anyone really thought that these Germanic were as stupid and straightforward as they looked, they would be sorely mistaken. In fact, these guys were quite cunning like the barbarians. Bach noticed that Habitus looked a little relaxed when he introduced himself, and he did not hesitate to attack.
His movements were fast, and he was as agile as a leopard. With a big stride, he appeared in front of Habitus.
He swung the wooden sword in his hand, and a gust of wind blew.
On the other side, Habitus did not panic when he saw this. He was obviously unprepared, but he easily dodged Bach's sneak attack with just a turn of his body. After that, he gently hooked Bach's left leg with the tip of his foot. The latter could not stop in time, and with the momentum of his forward momentum, he stumbled. The strong Germanic body lost its balance, fell to the ground, and he almost ate a mouthful of sand.
"You Germanic may talk fiercely, but your body is quite honest. You are too polite to kneel down as soon as you see me," Habitus teased.
This time, it was the gladiators' turn to burst into laughter.
"Poor guy. If we were in the arena, Habitus would have taken advantage of the situation and stabbed him in the back with his sword," said Zhang Heng.
"That's why I said that these Germanic are just a facade."
The disdainful words of the gladiators had obviously aroused Bach's courage.
"Again!" The Germanic did not seem to be willing to give up. He yelled and got into position again.
This time, he seemed to be more cautious. Apparently, he knew that the small gladiator in front of him was not easy to deal with.
On the other hand, his opponent, Habitus, was still smiling indifferently.
After that, it was Bach who launched the first attack. This time, the Germanic was finally able to display all of his skills. Although his swordsmanship was not methodical, it was fierce and ruthless. It could maximize his advantage in strength. Ordinary people would basically be afraid of his terrifying aura, and they could only use half of their strength.
However, Habitus was not one of them. He dodged left and right, trying his best to avoid the Germanic's frontal attack. After that, he kept using some small tricks to harass his opponent.
As a result, the more Bach fought, the angrier he became. He roared repeatedly, but he could not do anything to the annoying guy in front of him.
Bach felt like a lion performing in a circus. He had claws and fangs, but his every move was a laughing stock.
In the end, he could not help but roar, "Let's do it together!"
The remaining Germanic looked at each other, but before they could do anything, the person in charge of the school on the other side spoke first, "Give them the training swords."
Six gladiators and six Germanic prisoners of war were fighting one-on-one, no more, no less.
The two trainers even started to teach the gladiators how to fight, helping them perfect their fighting skills. And this move completely angered the Germanic.
However, with Bach as an example, the other five Germanic did not dare to underestimate their enemies anymore. They all put up a good fight. However, some things could not be solved with a good attitude. Although these Germanic prisoners of war had done their best, the result of the battle was still overwhelming.
The gladiators won. All six Germanic, including Bach, were beaten to the ground.
The person in charge of the school spoke again, "It's a good thing to be confident, but if that's all you've got, don't brag all day long. Don't think that you can be considered a master just because you have killed a few people and gained some merits. The gladiators in front of you have experienced more cruel battles than you. They are real men. Compared to them, you are nothing."
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