Zhang Heng and the group of Germanic returned to the training ground.
At this time, the sun had completely set. Bach lit the oil lamp, and the remaining Germanic guarded the entrance to 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 armor?"
"No need."
Bach threw the training sword to Zhang Heng and warned him, "Let me make this clear. I will not show mercy just because I admire you. You'd better be prepared to be beaten up by me."
"Well … I can only say that life is unpredictable." Zhang Heng took the training sword and weighed it casually in his hand.
The training swords of the gladiator school were all made of wood, much shorter than the Tachi. It was a bit similar to the bronze swords used in the Spring and Autumn Period. According to the saying, an inch longer was an inch stronger, and an inch shorter was more dangerous. It was probably to make the gladiatorial performance more exciting.
Bach saw that Zhang Heng only took a training sword, so he did not want to take advantage of him. So, he also took a training sword.
"Where is your shield?" Zhang Heng asked this time.
"If you don't want it, I don't want it," Bach said arrogantly.
"Whatever. Anyway, you can always get it later if you need it."
Bach was finally angered by Zhang Heng's words. "Don't think that you are so great just because I think highly of you. I've changed my mind. I will make you unable to get out of bed for a week."
"Is that so? Then you'll have to put in more effort." Zhang Heng was still unhurried, raising his eyebrows as he replied.
The next moment, the angry Bach had already rushed over, and at the same time, he swung the training sword in his hand.
As a result, he encountered the same scene as seven days ago. Zhang Heng did not know how he easily dodged his attack. After that, Zhang Heng took advantage of the fact that Bach's momentum had not disappeared, and before he could regain his footing, Zhang Heng slapped the training sword in his hand on Bach's back.
After a loud bang, Bach's body suddenly flew out and rolled on the ground.
However, the Germanic immediately got up from the ground, and when he looked at Zhang Heng again, the look in his eyes had finally changed.
In the eyes of the onlookers, this was Bach's old habit acting up again. He had underestimated his opponent and advanced rashly. His opponent had caught hold of his flaws and made use of his strength to throw himself out. This was a rather clever way of fighting.
However, Bach knew very well that the exclusive training plan that Gaby and the trainer had developed for him was to try to correct the problems he had in his previous battles. He was now different from a week ago. Although he might not be able to defeat Habitus, he would not fall to the ground if Habitus used the same trick again.
And Zhang Heng's movements looked very similar to Habitus's. Both of them walked the path of agility, but in fact, the difference between the two was quite big, especially Zhang Heng's slap. Bach's balance was completely broken, and that was the real reason why he fell to the ground.
Could it be that this guy was really as powerful as he had boasted? But why couldn't he see it in the previous training? Bach was a little bewildered.
With doubts in his heart, he attacked again. However, after two moves, his chest was hit by Zhang Heng's sword again.
Zhang Heng did not use much strength. Basically, he only poked Bach's left chest.
When he was at Koyama Dojo, he would teach the children there how to practice swordsmanship when he was free. He had participated in many similar competitions, and he knew how to control his strength.
However, Bach still broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that if Zhang Heng had a real weapon in his hand, he would have been cut open by now.
On the other hand, Zhang Heng did not take advantage of Bach's shock to continue to attack. Instead, he put away his training sword, took two steps back, and asked in a very graceful manner, "Do you need a shield now?"
Bach felt a burning pain on his face when he heard Zhang Heng's words. But in his heart, he knew that he would not be able to defend against Zhang Heng's attack with the shield, but without the shield, he would not be able to continue fighting.
Bach was impulsive, but he was not stupid. When he heard Zhang Heng's words, he obediently took out a small round shield and held it in his left hand. He did not rush to attack again. Instead, he took a defensive stance, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
The Germanic guarding the gate also saw the result of the battle between the two. One by one, the smile on their faces disappeared, and they could not help but hold their breath.
Bach was a famous warrior in their tribe. In order to avenge his dead relatives, he had killed many Roman soldiers over the years, including a centurion. It was a little surprising that he lost to Habitus. But now that a week had passed, they learned about Habitus's origin and knew that they were tricked by Gaby.
Even among the official gladiators, Habitus was very famous. Although he could not be regarded as an ace like Sethnets, he could be regarded as the second-best gladiator. Many girls had a crush on him. It was not unacceptable for Bach to lose to him since he was tired from the journey and did not know his opponent's strength.
Zhang Heng, on the other hand, was in a completely different situation.
Both of them entered the gladiator school together. One of them was the star of hope, the successor of Sethnets, and the other was unknown. He was even assigned to the profession of Double Swordsmen, a profession that was not favored by many.
Logically speaking, there was no suspense about the outcome of the battle between the two.
Judging from the previous fight between the two, there was indeed no suspense about the outcome of the battle. Bach was at a disadvantage the entire time, and he had almost no power to fight back. Although he had the shield now, he did not attack for a long time. Zhang Heng knew that his confidence in himself had begun to waver.
Bach did not move, and Zhang Heng made his move.
He swung the training sword in his hand, and with the rhythm of his feet, he attacked a position that made Bach uncomfortable. Bach had no choice but to use the shield and training sword in his hand to parry Zhang Heng's attacks one after another. His forehead was already covered with sweat, and his ears were filled with the sound of the wooden shield and training sword colliding with each other.
Bach knew that he could not retreat anymore. Otherwise, Zhang Heng's momentum would only get stronger and stronger, and he was about to be forced to the corner of the training ground. At this time, he threw all the distracting thoughts to the back of his mind. He made up his mind, risked being stabbed, and finally swung the wooden sword in his hand.
This was the first time he blew the horn of a counterattack. Bach did not expect any results. As long as he could force Zhang Heng to retreat a little and let him take a few breaths, it would be considered a success. However, he did not expect to see Zhang Heng take half a step back when he raised his head again. The wooden sword in Zhang Heng's hand had been knocked out and landed on the ground.
"You win." Zhang Heng winked at Bach, who was at a loss. "Congratulations."
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