The two men in the center of the arena were panting violently, their chests heaving up and down.
The battle had been going on for quite some time. From the fanatical reaction of the audience in the stands, it could be seen that they were very satisfied with the battle.
With just a few simple tests, Bach and Rufus immediately fell into a stalemate.
Muscle against muscle, slashing against slashing, the sound of weapons and shields colliding could be heard constantly. Blood and sweat flew everywhere, and the entire arena was filled with male hormones.
Up until now, Rufus had to admit that he had underestimated the newcomer in front of him. Bach's combat skills might be a little rough, which was a common problem for newcomers. However, Bach was born with a sense of danger.
Every time he set a trap, Bach would see through it at the last moment, and the cunning Germanic would use his traps against him. The wound on Rufus' waist was the best proof of that.
Bach's sword was so fierce that it almost cut his bones. However, after the referee called for a stop, he announced that the battle could continue.
Rufus had long been accustomed to this.
This was the fate of a gladiator. Unless one of them was so injured that he could no longer move or one of them surrendered, the battle would continue.
Rufus was used to fighting with injuries, but the wound on his waist did affect his movements, especially when it came to dodging. Fortunately, Bach wasn't any better. The latter's calf had also been pierced by Rufus.
The two were now back at the same starting line.
In the following battle, both sides were deliberately taking advantage of each other's weaknesses. Rufus forced Bach to put more of his body weight on his injured leg, and Bach forced Rufus to constantly twist his waist.
Blood flowed from Bach and Rufus' thighs to his ankles, and then dripped on the ground of the arena. It was a cruel and bloody scene, and the thousands of people in the arena were excited.
However, this fanatical atmosphere did not affect Rufus. He was still trying his best to stare at his opponent. The expression on Bach's face made Bruce a little uncomfortable. It was not only because this newcomer was not nervous, but the most important thing was that there was no emotion in Bach's eyes. It was as if he was staring at a dead man.
Rufus was a little puzzled. It was true that some gladiators in the gladiator school would become enemies with each other for various reasons. In order to increase the number of seats in the gladiator school, the arena would deliberately stir up some grudges. However, Bach had just arrived here not long ago, and he had been training in seclusion. Rufus could not remember when he provoked the Germanic.
But no matter what, he had to accept the victory of today's battle.
Rufus said to Bach, "The game is over, boy. I'm going to get serious. If you don't want to die, remember to kneel and surrender to me."
Bach grinned when he heard what Rufus said. "So, are these your last words?"
What answered him was the trident in Rufus' hand. The next moment, Rufus began to press on Black Sickle like he said before. Black Sickle used his amazing willpower to overcome the pain caused by his waist injury. When both of them had reached their physical limits, Black Sickle actually forced himself to return to full strength.
So the battle began to change, and Rufus was leaning toward him. It did not take long for Bach's left arm to be stabbed, and he dropped the round shield in his hand.
Seeing this scene, Rufus' supporters immediately stood up and cheered wave after wave.
In the audience, Mark Rufus's face suddenly became very ugly. He looked at Gaby angrily, "What's going on? Didn't you tell me that Rufus is the most suitable opponent for Bach's opening battle? In the end, I only saw him being beaten up by Rufus. If this is all he has, how can we make him the successor of Sethnets? Did I spend so much money to buy such a piece of trash? "
Gaby's expression was also a little strange. He had been in charge of Bach's training, and he was also the one who brought up Rufus. He knew both of them very well. The reason why he made this arrangement was because of careful consideration. It was not that Bach would definitely win, but even if he was going to lose, he should not be in such a sorry state.
"I … I don't know what happened, but I can assure you that Ba He's strength is not just limited to this. I also don't know why he became like this and what he was thinking, but deliberately losing this battle would not benefit him in any way."
Just as the two of them were talking, the battle gradually came to an end. The situation on the field was getting more and more disadvantageous for Bach. After losing the shield, he was even more embarrassed. On the other hand, Rufus was getting more and more courageous as the battle went on. The fishing net in his hand was also ready to be launched.
Finally, the moment when Bach's footsteps were completely messed up, Rufus seized the opponent's flaw and threw the fishing net in his hand. However, the moment the fishing net left his hand, he did not know why there was a very uncomfortable feeling in his heart. Then he saw that Bach had transformed into a cheetah, dodging the fishing net and directly crashing into his arms.
Rufus wanted to raise his arm guard, but he was still a step too late. In the next moment, Bach had already rushed in front of him, and at the same time, he stabbed the dagger in his hand into Rufus's neck, directly piercing the latter's throat.
The cheers and applause from the spectator stands also came to an abrupt halt.
The audience was stunned by this sudden turn of events.
Blood gushed out of Rufus's mouth, and his eyes were filled with horror and confusion. He opened his mouth to say something, but could only make some unintelligible sounds.
But Bach knew what Rufus wanted to ask, and he whispered into the latter's ear, "Are you curious why I want to kill you? It's very simple. I've checked your resume. Five years ago, you participated in the war against us. I'm sure you've slaughtered many of my clansmen. So, take it as repayment. Even if I can't kill you on the battlefield, we can still meet in the arena, can't we? "
Rufus's eyes flashed with a trace of regret. He did not regret joining the army, but regretted that he did not know enough about Bach before. Otherwise, even if he lost this battle, as long as he admitted defeat in time, he could still save his life.
The audience did not know the conversation between the two of them, and after a short silence, they immediately burst into cheers.
Except for the people who bet on Rufus, who held their heads in pain, most of the rest were just there to watch the show. Seeing that Bach had reversed the situation and won with a brilliant performance, they immediately gave applause and screams to Bach. As for Rufus, who was lying in a pool of blood, no one would remember him soon.
Mark Rufus, who was in the stands, also breathed a sigh of relief. Although Rufus's accidental death made him feel a little sad, he still cared more about Bach, the rising star of the future. Besides, this was the arena, and it was normal for someone to die.
Only Gaby seemed to have thought of something, and he frowned. He probably knew why Bach's performance was so terrible before. Bach was obviously using this performance to numb Rufus, seeking a chance to kill him with one blow. He did not give Rufus the choice to beg for mercy and admit defeat. He even deliberately injured Rufus a few times.
But after all, he won the battle. In the end, Gaby only gave Bach a warning look.
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