After Zhang Heng congratulated Bach, the training ground fell silent, and then a burst of cheers erupted from the entrance of the training ground.
Bach's companions, the five Germanic, cheered loudly.
If someone had told them before the match that they would be excited for Bach's victory, they probably wouldn't have believed it because in their opinion, it was only natural that Bach would win.
But after witnessing this arduous battle, they would never have such thoughts again, especially when they saw Bach going through a "tough battle" but never giving up. He stubbornly resisted his opponent's storm-like attacks again and again, and finally found the enemy's flaw (imagined) and won with one strike.
There was nothing more exciting than such a way of winning. Bach was like the protagonist in the hot-blooded manga that would never die. This spirit not only inspired him but also infected the people around him.
However, the protagonist himself didn't seem to be as excited as his companions. When the cheers sounded, Bach was still in a daze.
When Zhang Heng saw Bach's expression, he had no choice but to add, "That was an outstanding strike. You found my only flaw. Given the situation at that time, that strike was very bold, especially the timing was very good. It was completely beyond my expectations. If it had been a little earlier or a little later, you would have lost the battle."
"I found your flaw?" Bach was skeptical, mainly because he was suppressed by Zhang Heng so badly that he couldn't see any possibility of winning at all. That sword was a desperate struggle, but in the end, he won inexplicably. Coupled with Zhang Heng's inconspicuous performance in the training camp, it was hard for Bach not to suspect that Zhang Heng was deliberately going easy on him.
"Isn't that so?" Zhang Heng's sincere rhetorical question made Ba He start to wonder if he had really hit the jackpot. After all, the situation was very critical at that time. Ba He did not think too much and instinctively swung his sword. Perhaps Mars suddenly favored him at that moment, allowing him to win this thrilling battle by sheer luck.
Looking at the ecstatic look on his companions, Bach couldn't say the next sentence.
"You should join them in celebrating." Zhang Heng stretched out his hand.
Bach hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he still handed over the training sword and small round shield in his hand. This also meant that he had accepted the final result. Along with the wooden sword that had fallen to the ground, Zhang Heng put all these things back in place.
Since Bach said that no matter whether he won or lost this battle, Varo's matter would be written off. Naturally, Zhang Heng did not care about winning or losing. According to his original plan, he wanted to become a free man in the gladiator school quietly. It would be more appropriate for him to lose than to win.
Therefore, this battle was the best result he was looking for. Although he lost, Zhang Heng knew from the way the Germanic looked at him that he did not have to worry about the armistice agreement being invalid. After all, the gladiator school was a place where one's fist mattered the most.
Zhang Heng flexed his muscles and naturally won respect.
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In Zhang Heng's opinion, Bach's problem was the easiest to solve. On the other hand, Varo could only rely on himself.
Zhang Heng's impression of Varo was not bad. After all, Varo was the first person he came into contact with in this quest. Before Varo became a slave, he was a Roman citizen. Other than the history that he had learned before, Zhang Heng basically learned everything he knew about Rome from Varo. Although many things were useless now, including the extra 24 hours, this quest would last for a year and a half. It was impossible for Zhang Heng to stay in the gladiator school all the time. Eventually, he would have to leave this place, and these things would come in handy.
As for Varo, he was quite a weirdo. Perhaps because his family business was passed down from his father, he was quite skilled in antique appraisal and trading. However, he was not as treacherous as most businessmen. According to him, his daily job was quite simple. All he had to do was walk around the streets, collect antiques, and sell them in his shop. Most of his customers were regular customers.
His simple character also laid the groundwork for him to be deceived. After losing all his family's wealth, he became a slave. After learning the truth, Varo looked like he had lost all hope. He did not even notice the battle between Zhang Heng and Bach. When Zhang Heng came back, he stopped crying. However, he completely shut himself up, losing all hope. There was only numbness in his eyes.
For the next two weeks, although he still trained, ate, and slept as usual, everyone could see that he had completely given up on the assessment that was getting closer and closer. He had also given up on his life. If that was the case, the only way left for him was to be sold to the countryside.
Gaby was indeed considering letting Varo go to the mine. With Varo's attitude, there was no point in delaying it any longer. However, Bach came to him at this time and asked Gaby to give Varo a little more time. Three days would do.
Gaby was a little surprised. As far as he knew, Bach and Varo were not very familiar with each other. He did not expect the Germanic to plead on Varo's behalf. However, Gaby did not reject Bach. Bach's act of kindness would undoubtedly bring him closer to the others, making him the rightful leader of the gladiators.
Although gladiators were competitors, it did not mean that there was no friendship between them. Sometimes, they would even partner up to fight. Although a lone wolf was strong, it would be easier for him to fight with the help of a wolf pack.
Gaby was a little curious about how Bach's muscular head came up with such a thing. However, he had other things to worry about now. Hence, he did not think too much about it. Varo's departure was just a trivial matter.
As time went by, more than twenty days had passed. The deadline given by Mark Reuss was getting closer and closer, and Bach's training was going smoothly as planned.
But it was precisely because of this that the problem became more serious.
Gaby knew very well that it was impossible for Bach to reach the level of Sethnets if he trained him according to the normal plan. Even if he were to find some gladiators who were more famous than their actual strength to fight against him, there would always be a day when his lies would be exposed. The higher he rose, the more painful it would be when he fell.
If he was unlucky, Bach might even lose his life. By that time, the loss of the gladiator school would be even greater.
Gaby even considered replacing Bach with a famous gladiator, such as Habitus. He had always been popular, had a good winning rate, and his fighting style was pleasing to the eye. Although his potential was not as good as Bach's, his strength was above him. Perhaps Habitus could replace him for a while, giving Bach more room to grow …
Gaby was so engrossed in his thoughts that he even forgot that Bach was still standing in front of him. It was not until the latter showed an impatient look on his face that Gaby nodded. "Okay, then give him three more days."
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