The helmet of the Murloc Armor Warrior was designed to protect the head of the Murloc Armor Warrior. It was very airtight, just like a tin can. The overall weight of the helmet was about four kilograms. Only the eye area had an observation hole, allowing the Murloc Armor Warrior to see what was happening outside.
However, the observation hole itself was very small. Besides, the gladiator inside the helmet was not made of wood, and he could move. Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for the gladiator to stab his weapon through the observation hole.
This required keen observation and extremely precise control of power. Judging from Zhang Heng's previous fight with Garba, he obviously did not possess such abilities. Hence, the only explanation for this scene was an accident.
The trainer, as the referee, checked again and confirmed that Zhang Heng's training sword had pierced Garba's eye first. Hence, he announced that Zhang Heng was the final winner of this battle.
After a moment of silence, the newcomers burst into cheers. Although Griff, who was the first to walk up to the stage, passed the assessment, he still lost his round of battle. Hence, it was not until Zhang Heng that the newcomers won for the first time.
And Garba was not a nobody. He was a famous gladiator in the Victor Arena. His victory was a great encouragement to the newcomers.
At this time, Garba also took off his helmet. Although he shook his head regretfully, he was not too angry. At his age, he had seen all kinds of strange things in the arena. Although it would not look good for him to lose to a newcomer, fortunately, this was not a formal gladiatorial performance.
And until now, he did not think that there was anything wrong with the strategy he adopted before. In the end, he lost because of luck. He did not think that there was anything wrong with such a small probability of happening once in hundreds of battles. After the battle ended, he congratulated Zhang Heng immediately.
"Congratulations. The next time we fight, it will probably be in the arena."
"I look forward to that day," Zhang Heng replied. He then looked at Gaby, who nodded at him. "You passed. Go to the house on the west side and wait."
Although luck played a large part in Zhang Heng's victory, Gaby was quite satisfied with Zhang Heng's performance. For the first time ever, he added, "Well done. Keep up the good work."
Zhang Heng returned the two training swords to the trainer beside him and walked off the stage. He saw Bach and his Germanic brothers staring at him with their eyes wide open and their breathing rapid.
They were also the only ones who were fortunate enough to witness two 'accidents'. No matter how stupid they were, they knew what had happened in the previous fight. If it happened once, it might be an accident, but if it happened consecutively, it didn't mean that there was no possibility of an accident. However, it was obvious that the human factor was more important.
Although the process and results of the two battles were different, the way of the reversal was the same. If this was not intentional, then Ba He did not know what else could be considered as intentional.
Bach secretly clenched his fists as he watched Zhang Heng walk into the hut on the west side. He knew that there was still a big gap between him and Zhang Heng. Although he could defeat Garba, he would never do it in such a dramatic way.
It was not that Bach had never lost before. For example, when he first entered the gladiator school, he lost to Habitus. However, he later realized that Gaby was deliberately trying to teach him a lesson. Gaby wanted to take advantage of his weak state to intimidate him.
Bach admitted that Habitus was very strong, but he did not think that Habitus was much stronger than him. And in a real life and death battle, without the messy rules and referees in the arena, Bach did not think that Habitus would survive in the end.
But Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng was the first person to make Bach realize how big the gap between him and Zhang Heng was. No matter the rules or the location, Bach, at least for now, did not think that he could defeat Zhang Heng. And from Zhang Heng's movements, he smelled a familiar scent.
It was like a beast meeting another beast in the jungle.
Although Bach knew nothing about Zhang Heng's life, he was sure that the latter was a survivor of the battlefield like him. And the war that Zhang Heng had experienced was crueler and more magnificent. Bach, who had experienced a cruel childhood, had always believed that only blood and fire could make a real man.
According to his standards, there was no doubt that Zhang Heng was a real man.
Of course, Bach was not discouraged by this. Instead, he felt that he was full of energy. In the past, he was unrivaled among the newcomers, and he was the focus of the gladiator school. However, he was reduced from a warrior to a captive, and later, he became a gladiator. It meant that he had suddenly lost his life goal. And now, Zhang Heng's appearance just happened to fill the gap in his life.
So Bach felt that his blood was boiling with excitement.
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After Zhang Heng "accidentally" won the battle, he did not stay for long. He walked into the hut on the west side, which was originally a place to store weapons. Now, there was no one else except for Griff. Griff had just passed the assessment not long ago, and he was still excited. He was walking back and forth in the hut, and when he saw Zhang Heng coming in, he greeted him enthusiastically.
"Did you pass the assessment too?"
Zhang Heng nodded and then found a place to sit down. He and Griff were not very familiar with each other, so the two did not talk much. After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, finally, the third person who passed the assessment walked in, and he was also happy. After that, the fourth person, the fifth person … As more and more people passed the assessment, there were fewer and fewer people left on the training ground.
Those who could enter the house on the west side were undoubtedly the lucky ones. On the contrary, the fate of the people in the house on the east side was not so good.
After a while, Bach also walked in from outside the door.
He was probably the least surprising person among the people who entered the house on the west side. However, when his tall and burly figure appeared outside the door, it still caused a lot of exclamations.
The main reason was that he appeared so fast. Not long after the first person entered the door, Bach appeared outside the door. In other words, it did not take him long to win the battle. One had to know that his opponent was an official gladiator.
And Bach's excellent performance also made Gaby, who had been worried, breathe a sigh of relief. From the smile at the corner of Mark Reuss's mouth on the second floor, it could be seen that he was very satisfied with Gaby's training during this period. He was even the first to stand up and cheer when Bach knocked his opponent to the ground. After that, Bach did not look in his direction, nor did he wait for the referee to announce the result. Bach just walked to the house on the west side.
This move was undoubtedly a little rude. However, Mark Reuss, who had always been strict with his subordinates, was not angry. He even stopped Gaby who wanted to stop Bach. He squinted his eyes and smiled, "It doesn't matter. An ace should have an ace's temper. Who do you think is the most suitable opponent for his opening battle?"
Gaby had to remind him, "Master, the assessment is not over yet."
Mark Reuss also knew that he was a little too anxious, so he nodded and sat back in the chair, "Then let's wait until the assessment is over."
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