"As you know, there are many types of gladiators, such as swordsmen, shield fighters, net fighters, pursuers, and so on. Although it is up to the school to decide what type of gladiator you will eventually become, you can first tell the school which type of gladiator you want to be based on the weapon and fighting style you are good at. I will fully consider your opinions when I make the final ranking.
"Pay attention. This is something you need to be careful about because it will determine your future development direction. It's not that you can't change it once you make up your mind, but it will mean that a lot of the training you have done in the early stages will be in vain. It means that you will start later than others, and correspondingly, your chances of passing the final assessment will be lower.
"So, the best way is to figure out what you want to do and what your strengths are from the very beginning. If you have any doubts or uncertainties, you can ask the trainers here. Each of them has their own field of expertise and fighting style. They might be retired gladiators, cat burglars, warriors, killers, or others … In short, each of them has something worth learning. As for how much you can learn from them, that will depend on your own abilities. You don't need to tell me your answer immediately because we will have a week of basic training first."
Gaby looked around at the crowd again and found that some of them were not paying attention. He sneered, "Of course, I believe some of you have already thought about this answer before coming here. Or you might have your own fighting habits. That's good, but there is one thing … The things you are used to may not be right. I have seen a net fighter. He chose to become a net fighter because he used to be a fisherman, and he was most familiar with fishing nets and harpoons. So, he took it for granted that he should be a net fighter. However, no matter how much he trained, he always lost.
"So, after he almost lost his life, he finally decided to try to become a shield fighter. After that, he won seven rounds in a row. As I said, use this week to think carefully about which type of gladiator you are suitable for. Don't regret it at the last moment of your life. It will be too late," Gaby paused. "Only real men can pass the final assessment and become a glorious gladiator.
"Only a real man can pass the final assessment and become a glorious gladiator. Don't get me wrong. I'm not thinking about your lives. I just don't want your blood to stain this arena that is filled with history and legends. Remember, before you, there were many great names born here. Compared to them, you are not even as good as a pile of sh * t … If, if some of you are lucky enough to walk on it one day, all you have to do is not let your poor performance bring shame to those names.
"Of course, if you are good enough, this arena will naturally give you the rewards you deserve. Money, honor, reputation, women that will never stop 'beeping', and the freedom that you have been longing for for a long time …"
Although there was not much difference between two thousand years ago and two thousand years later, it was undeniable that when they heard this sentence, many slaves could not help but feel excited. They secretly clenched their fists, and their breathing became heavier.
"Yes, that's right. These things are there. Whether you can catch them or not depends on your own ability. Whether you become a skeleton or a new legend, your fate is up to you. But before that, you must first pass the assessment and become a gladiator."
At this point, Gaby's lecture finally came to an end. He pointed to the southwest corner of the training ground and said, "In the first lesson, do you see those wooden pillars? Each of you will take one and run fifty laps around the training ground."
"Now?" Someone could not help but ask, "But it's lunchtime now. Shouldn't we have lunch before training?"
"Good question. The answer is correct. Now, you clearly heard every word I said. Congratulations, it proves that you are not deaf," Gaby said faintly, then raised his chin, "Does anyone else have any other questions?" "That's right.
He waited for two seconds, and when no one spoke, he nodded and said, "Very well, let's get started."
Everyone walked to the place where the wooden pillars were placed. The wooden pillars were not small, and they were probably heavy as well. Each of them weighed at least sixty to seventy pounds. It was not easy to carry them, let alone run with them.
Bach also turned around and followed his Germanic comrades to pick the wood. But as soon as he took a step forward, he heard Gaby added, "No, no, you are different from them. You have to carry two pieces of wood."
Bach was furious when he heard Gaby's words. In the face of such behavior, he almost lost control of his temper. Bach felt that Gaby was deliberately making things difficult for him to get back at him for not following the rules. Especially just now, Gaby's attitude in front of Mark Reuss made it clear that he did not think highly of Bach. Gaby felt that Bach could not be compared with Sethnets.
This was also a humiliation for Bach, who had always been brave and good at fighting. The combination of new and old hatred made him want to beat the annoying guy in front of him.
Fortunately, Bach's rationality had not completely disappeared. He knew that he was now in Gaby's territory, and he had to bow his head. Looking at the trainers around Gaby who were holding whips, in the end, the big Germanic man chose not to fight when the odds were against him. He glared at the wooden pillars that were carrying him.
In the end, Varo was the only one left standing. He looked a little embarrassed. "That … I … Do I have to do it too?"
"What do you think?" Gaby asked rhetorically, "As long as you don't leave here, you'd better abide by the rules here. Otherwise, you will end up like this."
After saying that, he grabbed the whip from a trainer's hand and whipped Varo's chest.
The former antique dealer let out a scream, covered his bloody chest, and fell to the side.
Gaby squatted down in front of him, ignoring his cries of pain, and asked slowly, "Does it hurt?"
Varo nodded repeatedly.
"If it hurts, please do me a favor. Don't let me find a reason to whip you again, okay?" Gaby sighed, "Now, what do you think you should do? Do you want me to find someone to treat your injury, or do you want to start the training that you should have started long ago?"
"I … I will go carry the wood now," Varo said with tears in his eyes.
"Very good, it seems that you have begun to integrate into the life here. Very good. I hope that when the last day comes, you can successfully pass the final assessment. Really." Gaby patted Varo on the shoulder.
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