After hearing the bad news, most people's faces changed. It was supposed to be a fight between rookies and gladiators, but it had turned into a battle between gladiators and gladiators.
Of course, there were also people who did not care, such as Bach.
He walked directly to the drawing place, grabbed a wooden sign, and handed it to the trainer next to him. The latter looked at the name on the wooden sign and read, "Bach, versus Posthumus."
After that, he wrote Bach's name on the other side of the wooden sign to record the arrangement of this round of battles.
Bach grinned. "Tell that guy to wash up and wait for me!"
After that, he walked down the stage. Before he stepped down, he did not forget to look at Zhang Heng again.
Gaby had also noticed that Bach had been peeking at Zhang Heng during this period. He also knew that Bach and Zhang Heng had a fight, and Bach won. However, he did not know the specific details. Hence, it was difficult for him to understand why Bach cared so much about Zhang Heng. It even made Gaby doubt Bach's sexual orientation.
Bach drew the first lot, which was considered a good start for everyone.
During this period of hellish training, Gaby had successfully established his prestige. Since the assessment had been decided by him, everyone could only bite the bullet and follow the new rules. Not everyone was as talented as Bach, who did not even put an official gladiator in his eyes. After all, in addition to winning the assessment, the loser might also be judged as qualified by Gaby because of his excellent performance.
As long as they worked hard to prove themselves, there was still hope for them to pass the assessment.
Of course, this also had a lot to do with the opponent they drew. The best opponent was none other than the one who had just become an official gladiator. The gap between the two sides was not that big, and there would be a chance for them to fight back. On the other hand, the gladiators who were not famous and had a lot of losses were also the soft persimmon that everyone liked.
Of course, the worst thing was to fight against the veteran gladiators who were famous and had rich combat experience. Such battles often ended in a short period of time. As long as they discovered your flaws, you would not have a chance to fight back in the next round. In this way, you would not be able to show off the results of your training, and the possibility of passing the assessment would naturally become very low.
As usual, Zhang Heng waited until half of the participants had drawn their lots before going to the stage.
In the eyes of others, he was not very lucky to have drawn an old gladiator named Garba. At the age of 37, Garba was considered old among the gladiators. On the other hand, it was impossible for him to fight in the arena at this age without some skills. At this age, even if his physical fitness was good, it had deteriorated significantly. Basically, he had to rely on his experience to support him.
Looking at Garba's past results, he was very stable. Basically, he had no chance of winning against a master. However, he could rely on his experience to survive for a period of time and not lose too badly. However, this kind of person was the legendary rookie killer.
The biggest shortcoming of a newcomer was experience. Whether it was the control of the battle rhythm or the ability to adapt to sudden situations, these were not things that could be taught by a trainer. They needed to accumulate experience through battle after battle.
Whether it was the control of the combat rhythm or the ability to adapt in unexpected situations, Garba was that he was not a gladiator.
However, he did not know what kind of monster he was about to encounter. Not to mention other aspects, even the combat experience that he was most proud of was no match for Zhang Heng.
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Zhang Heng did not care much about the result of his draw. Anyway, it did not matter who he drew. After taking a look at the name on it, he handed the wooden sign to the trainer and left the stage.
In contrast, Varo, on the other side, was much more nervous. His level was considered low among the same group of gladiators. Even if he fought against the same batch of reserve gladiators, he did not have a high chance of winning. Now that his opponent was an official gladiator, he was naturally more nervous.
After all, he had worked hard for so long and endured such a long and difficult time. If he fell at the last moment, all his previous hard work would be in vain.
Varro took a deep breath and waited until most people knew who his final opponent would be. Only then did he step onto the stage and draw a wooden token with his trembling right hand.
When he saw the name on it, he was completely stunned. Then, his face turned pale, and his right hand trembled even more violently. That was not the end of it. After that, he threw the wooden tablet away and ran to the side to vomit. He vomited all the undigested breakfast in his stomach.
The trainer picked up the wooden sign on the ground and looked at Varo with a trace of sympathy in his eyes. But according to the rules, he still announced the result of the draw. "Varo, your opponent is Habitus."
As soon as he said that, the others were in an uproar, and their eyes involuntarily focused on Gaby.
Wasn't this a bit too much? Not only did they arrange an official gladiator as their opponent, but they also sent Habitus, the school's ace gladiator. This was completely bullying. No wonder Varo was so agitated that he vomited on the side.
Bach was defeated by Habitus in just one move. If it were someone else, the result would be even worse.
"Don't look at me," Gaby said calmly, "Habitus wanted to come."
Was that the truth? Well, part of it was true. Habitus did tell Gaby that he wanted to participate in this assessment and become the evaluator, but he specified that he wanted to be Bach's opponent.
This was because he noticed that the school valued Bach more than him, the current ace gladiator. Habitus felt that his position was being challenged, so he planned to teach Bach another lesson. He wanted to tell Gaby who was more worthy of his investment.
However, Gaby told Habitus that the final assessment would be conducted by drawing lots to ensure fairness. There would be no pre-determined opponent. Of course, the main reason was that Gaby did not think that Bach was ready to fight Habitus again after forty-nine days of training.
Habitus thought that this matter was over, but he did not expect that Gaby would throw his name into the draw pot in order to disgust him. As a result, he was about to find a place to have a good drink. He did not expect Gaby to send someone to tell him that he had to prepare for the assessment tomorrow. His opponent was a rookie named Varo.
When Habitus heard the news, he was furious.
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On the other hand, as the last person drew the name of his opponent, the final assessment's lot drawing was finally over.
Depending on the opponent, everyone's mood was different.
Gaby clapped his hands again, attracting everyone's attention. "The assessment will begin tomorrow morning. At that time, the master will also come over to check the results of your training. I hope you can perform well. You can ask your trainer about your opponent. When the battle begins, I hope all of you are ready. Don't let the master down."
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